Natasha Romanoff (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
outstandingbalance) wrote2015-12-20 07:26 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote2015-12-20 07:26 pm
only change will bring you outta the darkness
[It takes less than two hours to be on a train leaving Budapest, bound for a transfer in Munich before heading for London. From there, she supposed her unexpected "rescuer" would be able to arrange an extraction. Her handlers—now former handlers—had fewer resources out there than they had in Hungary or Germany. It's a ten hour trip with a sleeper car, and leaving just before midnight. And that was before they switched trains.
Natasha tries not to think too much about what that means until after they're safely in motion. She's already committed to this course of action, and it would be pointless to undermine it with worry.
Once they're underway, her situation weighs more and more heavily on her mind.
She sits quietly, drawn in on herself for the first part of their trip. Two things nag at her. The first is the hunger. Bagged blood helped, took the edge off, but she was still committing herself to being shut in with a warm, living human for the duration of their trip.
The second is sunrise, and before long she's counting the hours and minutes until dawn. She's not as weak to sunlight as some of the assets she's heard of. Photosensitive, but not to the degree where she's likely die of it unless she's staked out for prolonged exposure. That doesn't mean she's not vulnerable, though. Staying awake once the sun is up is always a challenge, meaning at best she'll be slow. At worst, she won't be able to stay awake at all.
Trust didn't come easy to Natasha, neither giving nor receiving, but here she was.]
Natasha tries not to think too much about what that means until after they're safely in motion. She's already committed to this course of action, and it would be pointless to undermine it with worry.
Once they're underway, her situation weighs more and more heavily on her mind.
She sits quietly, drawn in on herself for the first part of their trip. Two things nag at her. The first is the hunger. Bagged blood helped, took the edge off, but she was still committing herself to being shut in with a warm, living human for the duration of their trip.
The second is sunrise, and before long she's counting the hours and minutes until dawn. She's not as weak to sunlight as some of the assets she's heard of. Photosensitive, but not to the degree where she's likely die of it unless she's staked out for prolonged exposure. That doesn't mean she's not vulnerable, though. Staying awake once the sun is up is always a challenge, meaning at best she'll be slow. At worst, she won't be able to stay awake at all.
Trust didn't come easy to Natasha, neither giving nor receiving, but here she was.]