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trans_92012-06-08 11:07 am
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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 ledger..it's this.
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 ledger..it's this.
Re: Heyo: how's your ledger doing?
Re: Heyo: how's your ledger doing?
"I hope we'll be able to prove ourselves under non-warlike circumstances...but unfortunately, the odds are against us."
Honor scoops up Nimitz and deposits him on he shoulder. She opens her mouth, no doubt to say something pithy.
Then suddenly, her stomach growls. Rather, rather loudly. And the collected Lady Dame Commodore Harrington suddenly looks very queasy
"Ah...do you know where the officer's mess is on this ship? Or any food at all...damn you, Meyerdahl Beta mod..."
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Honor looks...
...incredibly distraught at this news.
"Are there no other options? My metabolism..."
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"A tavern. Yes, that sounds good..." She says distantly.
Nimitz, looking at the somewhat distracted Honor with a bit of concern, signs to Natasha:
"A tavern. Yes, that sounds good..." She says distantly.
Nimitz, looking at the somewhat distracted Honor with a bit of concern, signs to Natasha:
<She needs to eat a lot. Her body has a very high metabolism. It can be alarming sometimes.>
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"Oh. There's also a beer tree." She'd found that on her expeditions before coming into the Obs Deck. "The beer is actually rather good." What? She was Russian. She could handle copious amounts of alcohol.
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"Huh. You're telling the truth."
Is beer going to be her only good source of tasty carbs? She hopes not.
But...food.
Food's important.
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"I have no reason 'not' to trust you." She says. "You've done nothing to make me suspicious, so I'm willing to believe you."
Plus she can totally taste you emotions.
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