dance_with_death: (Listening)
Black Widow ([personal profile] dance_with_death) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-06-08 11:07 am

Widow's Insight [Open, Cut for Spoilers]

The first thing that Natasha Romanoff - as she had allowed herself to be called in recent years - had done after she had popped out of a gooey pod (and subsequently gotten clothed, briefed on the situation at hand, and retrieved her weapons) was familiarize herself with the spaceship that she had found herself on. It had taken a long while - the size of the ship made the SHIELD Helicarrier seem akin to a SmartCar - but she’d scoured as much of the place as she could, because it was always useful to know one’s bearings.

Especially in a situation like this, where it seemed as though literally anything could happen. And a situation that I’ve never really been trained for. I mean, the Chitauri attacking New York - that was one thing. But this. This is something even I never expected. Because, really, who actually expects to be plucked out of your home by a multiverse hopping spaceship made out of living...something. I was just getting used to the idea of Norse gods being real, and alien invasions becoming a semi-regular thing. She was, she knew, a long way from the simple world of spying, espionage, and assassinations that she was used to. But, then again, this could just be much of the same. Only in space.

That was, though, still somewhat of a new concept to her. Sure, she'd had colleagues who had gone into space - Iron Man with his penchant for pushing the limits of his iron armour specifically came to mind, as did some fellow SHIELD agents - but Natasha had always had two feet on the ground.

You know, except for those moments where she was piloting an alien aircraft to save the world or something.

Still, true to her training, Natasha had taken it all in stride. She wouldn’t allow herself to be fazed by the situation at hand - to do so would be potentially life-threatening, and while Natasha was always prepared for death (because it could happen so easily in her line of work), she wasn’t at the moment ready to die. Only if it means saving all of reality, she mused as she walked up towards the Observation Deck. If anything can clear off all of the red in my's this.
17thangel: (blank expression)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-11 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sitting there staring out into space is a young girl who is heavily bandaged up looking out the windows letting out a breath and fiddling with a rather fancy looking watch. She peers over at Natasha and tilts her head.

"You new here?"
17thangel: (Maria Goggles)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-11 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods a bit and closes her watch and adjusts her goggles a bit nodding.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Natasha. Picked a rather odd time to wake up here, has anyone offered a tour?"
17thangel: (Maria profile)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-12 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, all right. I'm Maria. Maria Balthasar of Shevat."

She bows slightly.
17thangel: (pondering)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-12 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Maria ponders a bit, fiddling with her watch unconsciously.

"Maybe two months? Most of it was pretty quiet until the revolution thing. I don't really know about the politics, but I finally got to see some action so it helped."
17thangel: (Maria blushing)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-12 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back home I was the guardian of my city. With out robot attacks, I get a little bored sometimes."
17thangel: (Anxious Maria)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"When you are on the loosing end of a war and have the most advanced technology on your world a lot of responsibility is dumped on you."

She looks down and shrugs a bit. "Not that it matters anymore."
17thangel: (Sad)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-16 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"But if they've already blown up home, what's left other than revenge? I don't know, its all over my head."