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Who: Natasha Romanoff + you (+ maybe some Bucky Barnes)
Broadcast: Video
Action: Mostly no, but we could work something out.
When: Now

[The video feed start, focusing tightly on Natasha's face, the only visible backdrop a rather generic portion of cabin wall.]

So checking the date, seems like it's been a while. Nice to see everyone's back in the air. Hopefully in one piece. I see a few people have left.

Anyone want to fill me in on the important details? Or should we let sleeping dogs—

[The sound of a door cuts her off the, and Natasha looks up. Whoever she sees, her expression softens. She smiles slightly, lifting her chin slightly and turning her head to catch a kiss from some loser tall enough that only the lower half of his face makes it in the frame. The stubble on his chin and the shape of his mouth might be enough to identify him though.]

A lot of catching up to d—

[Suddenly the feed cuts out.]

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Sounds like you just missed me then. I slept through all the excitement.

[It's a little comforting though, thinking that while people were facing cannibals and a dangerous planet, they had Thor to help them if she couldn't.

Almost as good, right?]

Have you seen Steve yet? He's here too.

Yes, I called him just before. To think you slept through that whole time... is that normal, in this place?

[Because it's really more his dad's thing to fall into random comas, not these guys.]

First time it's happened to me, but... yeah. Yeah, it happens from time to time. A month is maybe a little on the long side, but not abnormal.

[She presses her lips together, considering what else she might have to tell him.]

Which isn't even the weirdest part.

It still sounds so to me.

[The idle talk of month-long comas is something he's started to pick up on around here.]

Yet I would believe it, given what I've seen so far.

[Inter-dimensional kidnappings, people from different times and worlds, a planet full of cannibals trying to kill people. Thor's quite ready to believe there's stranger yet to come.]

If I ask what the last thing you remember from back home, will you understand why?

[He pauses, before venturing a guess.]

Is it because of the strangeness of time in this place? I spoke with a man named Jarvis, who said he knows he works for Stark in the future, but has not yet met him.

You got it. Jarvis, Stark's father, Agent Carter, all come from the past. But there can be differences between what we remember too—for a while Steve didn't remember about a year worth of what the rest of us did.

[Well, that's concerning, but he sees what Natasha's getting at.]

I last saw all of you a couple of months ago when I left Earth, after Ultron was defeated.

It's been a little longer than that for the rest of us.

[Natasha winces a little as she says it. On the bright side, Thor wasn't involved in the Accords so while he might need to be brought up to date, there's no personal stake in it.]

Though, I haven't seen you sense then either. Last I heard, you were on your own mission.

[It's one thing to hear about time dysfunctions from people he doesn't know. It's a lot closer to home when it's his friends. And if the look on Natasha's face is anything to go by, it hasn't been uneventful.]

Yeah - looking for information about the Stones.

[He hasn't found anything yet, but it's not been that long. The universe has a lot of ground to cover.]

We ought to speak in person. [A beat.] Unless you're busy?

[With her gentleman caller.]

I think I can find some spare time.

[She clears her throat. There s the gentleman caller to consider. And the fact Natasha hasn't seen in in far too long.]

Maybe in a couple hours? We can get something to eat. Stop in at one of the bars?

What ship are you on?

The Blue Fish. And yes, that sounds good. I'm familiar with the Iskaulit.

Which ship is yours?

Vanquish. Though I'm not there just at the moment.

[She nods, giving a little smile. Sounds like he's already figured out the basics of the fleet. He's been here long enough that it's not surprising, but... she wasn't there for it.

Maybe she doesn't entirely trust other people to bring her friends up to speed.]

I'll meet you there, then. Three hours.

I'll be there.

[He switches off the video. True enough, in three hours time he's already at Malum, checking out the drinks menu. At least by now he's got credits enough to buy things, unlike when he first got here.]

[Natasha would have covered him if he coudn't afford it. She still might.

She's not hurting for cash at the moment. A year and a half or so to save up wil do that.

She's right on time, smiling and looking like she had time to shower and dry her hair. Very civilized.]

You weren't waiting long, were you?

[He brightens immediately when Natasha comes in. It hasn't been as long for him, of course, but it's still been a few months.]

Natasha. No, I wasn't. It's good to see you.

[It's been longer for her. She claps his shoulder briefly. It's less familiar than she would have been with Steve, or even Tony, but she's genuinely glad to see him and it seems right to show that.

Maybe she's just in a good mood?]

You too. Sorry I wasn't there to give you a real welcome.

I'll make it up to you now?

Ah, it's fine. Thankfully the others on the Blue Fish were able to explain things before long.

[And he's not about to blame her for being in an artificial coma.]

I'm not sure it would have been possible even if you were awake, given the state of things on that planet.

There is that. I can't think of many people'd trust more to deal with a situation like that though.

[She's sure the cannibals didn't stand a chance.]

So what are we drinking while we catch up?

It was a remarkably vicious fight. Perhaps not surprising, since they were cannibals and not given to negotiations.

[Not that Thor tried that particular route. Others might have. He hands Natasha the menu, having already given it a good look.]

I think I'll get the whisky.

Good choice. Let's make it two.

[She smiles at his description. She's had enough time to grow to miss his particular style of reporting.]

You're right about it not being surprising. Glad to see you came through all right.

[Glad, but not surprised.]

Any luck with the hunt? For the stones, I mean.

Yes, well, other than having to borrow some weapons it was fine.

[There is a part of him that's perpetually incensed at being separated from his hammer. He takes a seat at the bar, signalling the waiter for their drinks.

He shakes his head at her question.]

No, not yet. Without much to go on other than that dream, I decided to start in the Nine Realms. I've covered Svartalfheim so far, and I was on Vanaheim just before the Fleet took me.

Could be you'll have the chance to get it back somewhere along the way. It wouldn't be the first time some people got gifts from home. Steve's got the SHIELD tucked away somewhere.

[Or technically, Steve gave the SHIELD to someone else in a fit of guilt and identity crisis, but that's inviting questions she'd rather approach from another direction.

It's true enough—the SHIELD is stashed, and Steve could gave it if he wanted it.]

That's how it usually works. They just grab you wherever you are.

[Thor huffs at the idea.]

I shouldn't need to be get back something that is already mine to begin with. Wherever we are, it's too far for Mjolnir to return on its own. Or for Heimdall to call me back to Asgard.

[You better believe he tried both of those things, as soon as he got here.]

It seems that way. I don't even recall what happened. Do you?

Nope. I remember waking up. Don't remember falling asleep.

[She shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest in a vaguely protective manner. Her posture is comfortable enough otherwise, but she'd be lying if she pretended it didn't bother her.]

Considering they tell me this is another universe entirely, not surprising it'd be too far away. Just about everything is.

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