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Who: Natasha Romanoff + Anyone
Broadcast: NA
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit & Planetside
When: 8/15-8/22

Window Shopping

[They won't be hanging around here much longer. Natasha's been here over a year now, she knows the rhythm of these things. Before long, they'll be dragged off to drift for a while before they end up who knows where next time.

Seems like a good time to take advantage of what they have, while they have it.

That means shopping—at least seeing if there's anything she wants before they leave. Bookstores get special attention, and boutiques, but that doesn't mean Natasha won't slip into any number of stores looking at everything from snacks to weapons. If she spots someone she knows while she's out, she's not above dragging them along for opinions. She'll pick up a pair of shoes or a novel or a knife flashing it for inspection.]

What do you think? Worth it?

[She probably won't actually buy it, but it'd be a waste not to at least consider.]

Beach Trip

[Natasha does, in fact, wear a bikini. She just wears strategic cover ups to disguise the major scars on her hip and shoulder. Works well enough, as long as she doesn't get in the water.

It's busy, but she does a pretty good job of not paying attention to the ads. She divides most of her time between a book and watching other people enjoying the sun and surf.

Toward the end of the day, she'll decide it's time for some company.]

I'm pretty sure there's a bar up the beach a little? Looks tacky, and I bet the drinks are watered down.

[She stands, brushing the sand from her wrap.] Coming?

Vanquish

[After weeks of laying low and spending most of her time off ship, Natasha seems to have finally decided to stick around. At least, more than she has been. This morning, she can be found in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping coffee. There's more for anyone who wants it; she made plenty.

She doesn't seem inclined to start a conversation herself, but there's a sense of her paying more attention than she has in a while, quietly marking the coming and going of the crew, maybe doing some kind of mental calculus or maybe just people watching.

It's hard to say with her.]

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[ The beach has been nice, even with all the distractions and the people. It's been a long time since he's been able to actually sit in the sand and enjoy some goddamn water. Companionable silence passes between them for hours, both reading or trecking down to the shore to enjoy the water.

Things have been both a little complicated between them, but the further it goes, the more simple it actually feels. It definitely helps not naming whatever it is. Unnecessary, really. They know what they are to one another and it doesn't need to be any more than that. Spending more time with Natasha has also been a really great perk.

Looking up from his book, he dog-ears the page and follows suit, standing up. ]

In a tourist spot? Of course they're watered down.

[ It takes a while to want to leave the ship, but so far, the day has been spent window shopping and making a list of places to stop when it is time to stock up before leaving. The meandering from shop to shop is good, and it's not something Bucky typically does. Anything they have purchased this go-around is stuffed in his backpack.

It's definitely mostly books. But this feels like maybe what normal people do, and it's strange, but also relaxing. Especially with her. She asks him the question and he puts down the boots he was looking at to give her shoes an appraisal.

There are a few moments of silence before he stumbles over some sort of answer. ]

I like the color? [ Oh my god who does he look like, Natasha? ]

Not that it makes a whole lot of difference to you. [He gets a smile from her. It's funny, this is the first thing they've said to each other in over an hour. Not that it's new for them not to be comfortable in silence with each other, but this is a different kind of comfort.

She likes it.] C'mon. I bet they serve drinks with tiny plastic swords in them.

So do I. [There is a non zero chance that she asked him his opinion in the first place specifically because she didn't expect him to have one. But who knows? Sometimes he surprises her.

She tests the heel's sturdiness thoughtfully.] They might be nice if we have to dress up again. Not sure I could run in them without breaking one though...

[To say nothing of landing kicks.]

Eh, it still tastes pretty good. [ Quickly brushing sand off his legs, Bucky falls into step on her left as they walk down the beach toward the heavily advertised bar. It's one of those you can walk right into, and it's pretty damn cool. ]

I will also accept overly-fruity drinks with those little paper umbrellas.

[ When she tests them, he nods at her opinion. ] Maybe there will be something a little sturdier in another shop.

[ Hell, if there is the opportunity again, pieces of the outfit do need to be versatile, especially after Dreadhorse's ball. ]

We can come back for them if you don't?

Is there any other kind? [Her tone light, pleased to have Bucky playing along like this. Fruity drinks aren't normally her go-to, but she makes exceptions when they are literally on the beach.] Don't pretend you don't like them sweet. I'm onto you.

[ He's in a good mood and the hyper-vigilance isn't present today, so it's much easier to joke around. Being planetside and generally avoiding all the stress is also quite helpful. It's got maybe a bit to do with his present company, too. Bucky doesn't feel the need to be on guard when Natasha is there to watch his six, like he does for her.

People are too busy having a good time to worry about getting the jump on someone. ]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Natasha gives the shoes a last considering look before she sets them aside. He followed her line of thinking. She's not surprised by that.]

I don't think they're worth coming back for—which answers that question, hm?

[Enid's made a fairly clear schedule to if she is making anything in the kitchen on any given day. As it so happens, today she isn't working on the planet, so she feels inclined to do at least something to fill her time. She comes in shortly after Natasha does and takes note of her presence, but says nothing right away.

She remembers her from the first day she arrived on the ship, though. A slight nod of her head is all she gives in greeting before she goes about frying up some fresh produce she acquired as a bonus for her work in the field. Apparently her employer thinks she's such a hard worker for someone her age! She feels that is not really true, but she's not the type to pass up free food. Eventually what she has is stir fry made up and set out for anyone to take on the table.

Turning to Natasha then, she lifts her eyebrows up, inquisitively.] Would you like some?

Guess so. [ The shop is decent, but there's bound to be something better since they've only been wandering a few hours. ]

Sounds like we're done here.

[ It's one of those rare occasions where he's by himself. With Rick in a coma and Enid off doing whatever it is she does, Carl ventures into the city. He needs to try and resupply before they leave, since there's no telling when his dad is going to wake up. Or if he will, but he's trying to push that thought to the back of his mind.

Mostly, he's wandering around to get the lay of the land before making any sort of purchase. He doesn't have a great deal of credits, but he can still get something.

No matter how long Carl's been in the fleet, buying things people worried about before everything went to shit still kind of blows his mind. He's gotten used to it, sure, but it's still weird. Which is how Natasha found him in the crowd. Mostly, he's tagging along, but doing him a solid with giving him company.

When she asks his opinion on shoes? He can't help but raise that single eyebrow with a shrug of indifference. ]

I dunno.. will they be useful?

Oh, don't you?

[Natasha leans on the counter, arms crossed in front of her, giving him an arc look over her shoulder.

She is still watching her back. His too. She never entirely stops.

But she's about as relaxed as she gets, which is saying something.]

My mistake.

[This is not the face of someone who thinks she's mistaken.]

Unless you were still interested in those boots. [She's not the only one shopping, after all.] They looked nice. You could try them on.

'course not.

[ People like them can never truly stop looking over their shoulder once it becomes second nature, can they? Seems fake, and like a normal people thing.

Also, terribly fake. He orders something strong, a whiskey on the rocks at first, just out of spite. ]

Keeping them in mind. I want to weigh my options, first. [ He refuses to be that asshole and bring something back when there's something better along the road. It's one less thing to carry, right now. ]

I wouldn't say no. It smells good.

[She offers a half smile, considering the food and the work being done on the other side of the kitchen.]

It also smells fresh. Did you go shopping, or...?

[There's always alternatives.]

Just about anything could be useful, if the right situation comes up. All depends what happens.

[Heels can be impractical at times, true, but other times... well, if someone's on the lookout for a woman who's five foot four, some discreet wedges can go a long way toward throwing them off track.]

Plus, they look nice.

[Still putting them down.]

[Very manly, Barnes. Natasha snorts softly, hiding a smile by glancing down.

When she orders, she goes the other way. Something blended and fruity, with slices of pineapple and a candied cherry.]

So it's just... getting the calories, then? That fast metabolism?

[ File under: things people don't worry about in the apocalypse. People tend to be more direct when they're attacking you, and blending in is pretty hard to do unless it's with a pack of walkers. ]

They all look pretty much the same to me. [ Not that they're not nice. ]

I see. Spending your money wisely. [That seems like a good depression era kid, deep down. Or a good soviet. Either way, they know what it is to stretch resources.] Does that mean we need to keep checking out shoe stores?

[ He will absolutely not make a comment about how tasty that may or may not look. You will not win this battle of wills, Natasha Romanoff. ]

It's pretty fast. [ At this point, she's probably seen him mow down an intense amount of food. ]

Not necessarily. Wherever we end up is fine.

[ This trip isn't about being picky. ]

[No, Natasha wouldn't imagine there's a lot of need for disguises with zombies. But they're not surrounded by zombies.]

Fine, fine. We can keep going. Can't blame me for taking a look, though.

Not really, no. [ He can't really blame anybody for taking the opportunity while they have it. Only one thing has been disappointing: the lack of weapons. Carl figured there would at least be a place to upgrade. ]

Where to next?

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beach, please

i wear your granddad's clothes, i look incredible

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