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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.]
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Instead, he's holed up in Wakanda, arm busted and back in fucking cryo waiting for a cure for his fucked up head. ]
I could have.
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[She doesn't know that she wants to argue with Barnes about his role in this. She doesn't say it to change his mind, but he might as well know that she doesn't see him as at fault here either.]
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[ HYDRA got him involved, even if he never wanted to in the first place. He's a threat because of his power. For what he did under HYDRA's control. ]
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In the the end—she recognizes the sentiment. It's only been recently that Natasha has felt in control of her own involvement. Even her original association with the Avengers had been a matter of necessity, circumstances pulling her along one way or the other.
In a way, that was why it was why it was so hard to let go of the Avengers. She had finally been choosing how to use her skill set for herself. She hadn't been ready to retire.
Rather than answer him, she twists on one foot and levels a solid kick on the heavy beg, putting her frustration into the attack.]
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It's always difficult to work your way around feelings when someone forces your hand before you're quite ready to take it on. He hadn't been prepared for running into Steve in Bucharest, there hadn't been time to figure out what to say. There's never time when you need it.
Bucky grunts when her kick lands, and stumbles back a few steps. Distracted, stupid. If he was focused, the bag wouldn't have moved. Hopefully it didn't take her off center too much. It will be much easier not to get distracted when he can actually spar with her. ]
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You okay?
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[ Bucky shifts, righting himself. Totally fine, didn't lose his balance at all, either. ]
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Maybe that's a good place to call it a day.
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[ He gives her a nod in reply. ]
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More interesting than punching a bag, at least.
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Then you might not have a whole lot of competition.
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[Clearly joking. Natasha knows her skill level, and she won't say she felt out classed by Barnes but she also knows that she's not a super soldier; she's a spy first and foremost, and if she keeps up it's by not playing fair.]
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[ Somewhere that's not do-or-die. He won't be trying to kill her, and she won't be fighting for her life and trying to stick a knife in him. ]
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[And she meant that. Her mood isn't good—improved though. At least she's calmer.
And she's surprised to find she'd be interested in how she met that challenge now.]
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[ For now, though, he'll leave her to finishing her workout so he can abscond back to his ship before too many people start showing up. ]