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Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Vanquish & Heron
When: Now

[The video begins with Natasha's face, the picture close to crop out most of the background, though what little is visible would seem to indicate she's in a cargo bay. Her expression is largely stoic, but she looks tired—and her bleach job is growing out, showing red roots.]

For those of you who hadn't noticed yet, Captain Barnes form the Heron is gone. You may have known him as Winter or Bucky, depending on when and how you met. He left a few days ago and is no longer on the ship rosters.

I'm collecting his personal effects to sort and store. If anyone had an interest in any of his things, check in with me on the Vanquish.

[There's a slight frown around her mouth, like maybe she's second guessing making this broadcast in the first place. After her brief hesitation, she commits to finishing the message.]

I suppose, the same goes for Sam Wilson. I've been keeping most of his things since he left too.

[Then a thin smile.]

Congratulations to the new captains, and thank you for letting me raid your ships.

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Here? Always. [Is he going to elaborate? She'll have to cooperate to find out.] Let me buy you a drink.

Who am I to say no to a drink. Sure. Yes. We'll meet up.

The Space Bar? I am never fancy enough for Malum.

Give yourself a little credit. [He can be as fancy as he wants to be.] That said... I like the Space Bar better, anyway.

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I would never. [Teasing. It's kind of true, but.] I will see you there.

[And he'll have two shot glasses and a choice bottle of something vodka-adjacent ready when she gets there.]

[He's very prepared. Natasha joins him, sitting across from Chekov and leaning toward him.]

Getting started without me?

Of course not, that would be rude of me.

[But now that she's here, he pours them each a drink.]

To absent friends, hm?

[She takes her glass, lifting it with a wince.]

Cheers to that.

[He drinks and immediately goes for a refill.]

What was that? [The wince, he means.] Not a friend?

He was that too. Just... not just a friend.

Ah, I see. [He fills up her glass again as well.] Will you see him again when you return home?

[That's a complicated question. Or complicated in that it's actually really simple, but Natasha doesn't like the answer.]

If we do, we won't remember any of this.

Maybe he will come back here, or maybe you will remember. Stranger things have happened.

[Both of those are pretty unlikely, but so is being abducted onto a reality television show in another universe, so...?]

I've had about all the strange things going my way that I can count on. I'm going to have to take this one on the chin.

Mm, it probably is wisest to not hope for anything. Maybe it hurts more now, but at least you can't be disappointed in the future.

Russian philosophy, isn't it? We know good luck doesn't last.

Neither does bad luck... which is as optimistic as I'm willing to be.

You and me both. Well... [She raises her glass.] It is what it is.

To what it is, and to being content with that. [He touches his glass to hers before drinking.] Although I will hope a little on your behalf, if you'll allow it.

I can't really tell you what to feel, Pasha.

[Too true, and he's going to hope for the best for her. Love has to work out once in a while for someone.

Instead of saying any of that, he refills their glasses and switches topics.]

You know, you are the first person to call me that in years.

Should I not? Seems awful formal calling you anything else.

No, no--I appreciate it, it's just strange to hear sometimes when Russia is an entire universe away.

Sometimes it seems even further than that.

It does. [Which is an accomplishment since 'an entire universe away' is pretty far.] ...Do you miss it?

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