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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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[He shrugs one shoulder.] After the dark elves murdered our mother, Thor had me guide him and Lady Foster to Svartalfheim so that we could make good our revenge and perhaps destroy the aether. One of the creatures ran me through with a spear as I sought to defend my brother from its attack.
[A little twitch of displeasure on his face.] It was rather painful, if only briefly.
At any rate, if Thor has not troubled to tell his mortal friends about the aether or the happenings in Asgard, I can offer no excuse for him, other than that he's always been rather thoughtless about details.
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[Said fondly enough, but calculated. The details around what happened in London were muddle at best in Natasha's estimation.
If Loki will let slip more—well she won't trust it, but between the two accounts she might be able to triangulate a plausible series of events.]
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[Natasha's battles might normally involve fewer elves and giants, but blood and ash? That she has experience with.]
I'm sure you did.
[You plural or singular, Natasha doesn't clarify.]
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I know you've seen many battles on Midgard. I know also that Thor likes to give the impression that ours our different. [And they aren't.]
Though you seem to do a lot less tiresome poetry after yours.
[There's a use, if his very real grief is understood and acknowledged. But making a big deal about it isn't going to help, and it's one of those few things he doesn't like using unnecessarily for drama, because it does hurt. So he ignores the small bait.]
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[Asgard seems a little behind the times in that respect.]
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[Realm eternal, etc.]