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driftfleet2016-08-09 09:25 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-09 09:25 pm
Entry tags:
catching up with friends
Who: Natasha + Wanda, Natasha + You
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Starstruck, SS Vanquish, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish?
Starstruck
[With Pietro showing up, it seemed like the thing to do to check in on Wanda. Natasha had kept an eye open for the girl, but unsurprisingly their paths hadn't crossed by accident since then. She could have sent a private message—maybe should have—but the kind of distance that talking to someone through a screen would hide clues to Wanda's emotional state that Natasha would rather not miss.
It made the most sense to drop in. Have surprise on her side. See Wanda face to face.
That's how Natasha found herself on the SS Starstruck, standing outside her younger teammate's door like she belonged there and knocking confidently. Will Wanda even be in? On the other hand, would Natasha be here if she weren't?]
Starstruck - later
[It's a less confident Natasha who slips off of the ship after her meeting with Wanda, a Natasha with new memories and nursing a stabbing headache. She'd just as soon sneak off the ship without running into anyone else at this point; she could use a little time to herself to recover and regroup.
Even a spy might have a hard escaping a spaceship unnoticed, though.]
Vanquish
[Back on her own ship, Natasha retreats to her bunk almost immediately. She lays down for a bit—but she doesn't stay down long. After enough time to push aside the worst of her nagging headache, she throws herself into activity. Nothing useful. Nothing that takes focus. But empty action, something to work off a little energy while her thoughts are elsewhere. Pushups. Sit ups. Lunges. Whatever she can do with the space she has.
Eventually, the workout might spill out into the corridor...]
Iskaulit
[But after that, her workout will take her to a real gym, somewhere she can actually open up. Anyone who finds her here might run into Natasha taping up her hands before laying into a heavy bag. Or they might run into her working her frustration off on the bag itself. Spectators might be impressed—if they don't know her, and if they don't know people with superpowers. She's stronger than most people take her for, though, and her form is more or less flawless, if you notice those things.
She stays in the gym for a long while, until she feels herself back on top of her emotions. All of her reactions have been identified, categorized and compartmentalized.
That's when she she finally wanders over to one of the bars.
She's earned a drink.]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Starstruck, SS Vanquish, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish?
Starstruck
[With Pietro showing up, it seemed like the thing to do to check in on Wanda. Natasha had kept an eye open for the girl, but unsurprisingly their paths hadn't crossed by accident since then. She could have sent a private message—maybe should have—but the kind of distance that talking to someone through a screen would hide clues to Wanda's emotional state that Natasha would rather not miss.
It made the most sense to drop in. Have surprise on her side. See Wanda face to face.
That's how Natasha found herself on the SS Starstruck, standing outside her younger teammate's door like she belonged there and knocking confidently. Will Wanda even be in? On the other hand, would Natasha be here if she weren't?]
Starstruck - later
[It's a less confident Natasha who slips off of the ship after her meeting with Wanda, a Natasha with new memories and nursing a stabbing headache. She'd just as soon sneak off the ship without running into anyone else at this point; she could use a little time to herself to recover and regroup.
Even a spy might have a hard escaping a spaceship unnoticed, though.]
Vanquish
[Back on her own ship, Natasha retreats to her bunk almost immediately. She lays down for a bit—but she doesn't stay down long. After enough time to push aside the worst of her nagging headache, she throws herself into activity. Nothing useful. Nothing that takes focus. But empty action, something to work off a little energy while her thoughts are elsewhere. Pushups. Sit ups. Lunges. Whatever she can do with the space she has.
Eventually, the workout might spill out into the corridor...]
Iskaulit
[But after that, her workout will take her to a real gym, somewhere she can actually open up. Anyone who finds her here might run into Natasha taping up her hands before laying into a heavy bag. Or they might run into her working her frustration off on the bag itself. Spectators might be impressed—if they don't know her, and if they don't know people with superpowers. She's stronger than most people take her for, though, and her form is more or less flawless, if you notice those things.
She stays in the gym for a long while, until she feels herself back on top of her emotions. All of her reactions have been identified, categorized and compartmentalized.
That's when she she finally wanders over to one of the bars.
She's earned a drink.]
no subject
He should, uh. Give his name to other people... Um.
....
.....]
Mr. Survivalist.
[goddammit]
Or whatever else you wanna use. [The lack of trust burns.] You a friend of... someone aboard? Don't know where the captain is.
no subject
Her eyes mostly look tired.]
That hardly seems fair, Mr. Survivalist. But if you insist.
[She glances over him again, considering.]
I know the captain. A couple other people over here, too. I was just on my way out, though.
no subject
But he doesn't feel bad enough to fix it. Such is life. Meanwhile, his old dog Rock sniffs curiously at the air, not quite limping over to greet her as if perhaps he wasn't sure whether she'd appreciate that or not.]
You look unwell.
no subject
[Which is an understatement, but a hundred percent accurate.
Beyond that, she's not sure exactly how much she wants to share.
She adds with half a shrug:]
A little problem with my augment.
no subject
Seems to be a common problem.
[Even he's had an augment glitch.
Which he elects to forget.]
What is it?
no subject
[She rubs behind her ear, ineffectively trying to ease away the lingering headache.]
Visiting Wanda, and her powers went off. The augment reacted badly.
[If he's on the same crew as Wanda, that will probably make sense to him.]
Not as bad as it could have been, though.
no subject
However, he does return momentarily, tossing her a bottle of what is essentially ibuprofen, still wrapped up and new and shiny. From the waystation they'd stopped at, just recently. He has a cache of medication now that he's determined their use, even if he can't stand the thought of taking anything himself 80% of the time.]
Should use those.
[He's good at reading body language. It makes up for his horrible social etiquette.
.................
Please don't tell Peggy or Wanda he shared, he doesn't want to be teased.]
no subject
She's willing to forgive him for that when he comes back with a bottle of painkillers, though. Just at the moment she needs ibuprofen a lot more than she needs company.]
You sure about that?
[Said as she reads the label.]
You might need this later.
no subject
I buy bulk.
Company I keep around here gives me a migraine.
[Look out, Natasha, he's hidden sass.]
no subject
Fair enough.
[She opens the bottle and shakes out a couple of pills, more than prepared to swallow them dry if they'll help her head.]
I can believe that.