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.
whining_unicorn: (Work)

[personal profile] whining_unicorn 2012-06-12 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Rarity nodded, "I did not make those plantsuits but I attempted to make them a little more appealing to wear by having them in an assortment of colours." The unicorn demonstrated by changing Natasha's plantsuit from green to a solid black colour.

"Of course, I prefer working with the cloth I'm used to. They can be quite hard to come by on this ship. I would be happy to design something for you and make it when I get my next supply of material." She may have just met Natasha for a few minutes but she was the Element of Generosity after all and was willing to help anypony out.
whining_unicorn: (Sparkles)

[personal profile] whining_unicorn 2012-06-13 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome, Natasha. Everyone deserves to wear an outfit best suited for them. It is my passion to see that happen." Rarity was slightly on the brink of going overboard with her love of fashion. She had a content smile on her face as her mind went overboard with imagination.

Of course, she snapped back to reality as she realized the work she had to do. "I would really love to chat some more but I have to get these outfits made. Why don't you stop by Stormwind Clothiers in the city?"
whining_unicorn: (Happy/Laughing)

[personal profile] whining_unicorn 2012-06-16 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll see you around!" With that, Rarity gave Natasha another bow and smile before continuing her journey back to the shop.