trans_9 | 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.

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Natasha nodded. "I'm sure we'll succeed, though. There seems to be quite a group assembled on this ship - and I say that only from what little I have seen of the crewmembers so far." Kang, Honor, 'Vadum, Rainbow Dash. Stacy was prepared for anything and everything, it seemed.

"It's a pretty crazy crew. There's a lot more information about it on the omnicomms... did anyone give you one yet?" As if Rainbow had ever read the files accessible on her own -- though she did have one big excuse, since they weren't exactly designed for hooves.

Natasha holds her omnicomm up. She'd started familiarizing herself with it as soon as it had been handed to her. "I'm learning everything as fast as I possibly can. It is a lot of information, though."

"Yeah, it really is. People who've been here a lot longer have put it all together. Frankly it's kind of human-biased," she said disapprovingly.

"So what is it you do? We just had a big fight all over the place, so if you've got any special talents, now'd be a great time to start helping out."

"That must be difficult for you," Natasha said after a moment. "The obvious bias that this place has for humanoids, I mean." She slipped the omnicom back into a compartment on her belt and turned her attention back to the pony. "Where I'm from, I'm what people would call a superspy, I suppose." It was a word she felt suited her better than superhero, in any case. "No special powers as such, but I'm a good fighter." In no small thanks to the copious amounts of ballet training she'd had as a child. She studied Rainbow Dash, then, thoughtfully. "This next question isn't meant to sound species-ist, so please don't take it that way, but what are your special talents?"

"A superspy?" Her eyes went bright and wide. "That sounds awesome! Sneaking around, slipping into locked rooms like they were open patios, stealing valuable and secret information!" So cool!

"I," she said proudly, putting a hand to her chest, "am the best flyer in Equestria. And on this entire ship."

Okay, Rainbow Dash's enthusiasm actually managed to make Natasha smile a genuine little smile. You could tell it was genuine because her eyes crinkled just the slightest bit. "It's not all glamourous, I'm afriad," Natasha said. Actually, none of it was glamourous, except for some of the exquisite dresses she was allowed to wear when she went undercover.

"That's definitely a talent that comes in handy here," Natasha said. She'd seen firsthand how much that sort of power came in handy while observing Iron Man and Thor. "Equestria is your home?"

Not glamorous?! Impossible. Rainbow Dash had an image of the activities of a superspy in her head (that resembled movies and fiction more than reality) and had no intention of being dissuaded from believing in it.

"That's where we ponies come from!" she said. "I guess there's not much left of it now, though. But we'll get it fixed."

Natasha sighed gently. She'd heard about the world destruction thing. It was something she was trying not to let weigh on her. At the same time, though...

We fought Loki so hard.

"I don't intend to let the bad guys win," Natasha nodded. "And judging by your spirit, I don't believe you intend to, either."

"Well of course not," Rainbow said with a sort of 'duh' tone. "They haven't won yet. All they've done is make us MAD!"

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