Natasha Romanoff (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
outstandingbalance) wrote2020-12-05 12:48 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote2020-12-05 12:48 pmDrift Fleet IC Contact
Watch this space.
outstandingbalance) wrote2020-12-05 12:48 pm
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[ he doesn't usually favor texting but most of this conversation is not meant for the devices anyway. these are the formalities of it all, after all. ]
Is this line secure?
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[Who knows what the Atroma spy on? Or what they might break. She's not going to put too much faith in anything.]
Why?
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private text.
[ just as well. heaven knows, peggy doesn't know how to articulate her own feelings about this 'gift'. all she really wants, in truth, is to alert natasha that they believe they've sussed out the culprit behind the hotel reservation. ]
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and luckily, when things go a shade unclear with Peggy, Steve has - ]
Nat,
you're a woman
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I need to ask you something.
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How about that dinner I promised you?
[ we need to talk. ]
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action;; Iskaulit Gym
He looks up once she enters, though, getting to his feet. ]
Wasn't sure what time. Figured pretty early, anyway.
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[Natasha doesn't smile, but she seems to stand a little straighter with approval. Not many people would show up to work out earlier than Natasha.]
You all rested up?
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status?
[ are you okay. ]
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There just wasn't anything to say. Not on her end.]
Not change. On your end?
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Marsiva; sometime during calibrations
He doesn't give her more than a sharp knock with two metal fingers on the door before using the touchpad on the outside to open it. ]
Thought I'd find you here. Busy?
[ He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. ]
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When she sees Bucky, it's a relief.
She should have guessed it was him from the sound of his knock. She's off her game.]
Busy isn't the word I'd use.
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vanquish; post-calibrations
Most of all, he wants to see if she's okay. Carl's got this feeling in the pit of his stomach. One that's familiar when someone's status is unknown. When he checks the crew roster and finds out she's on the Vanquish, he takes a shuttle so he can check in for himself.
Mostly, he'll be wandering around in search for her, since he's not sure what she does when she's not in the gym. If she's not around, he'll sit in the cargo bay and wait for her to get back from wherever she is. ]
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It's luck that he's not waiting longer before she comes back around, really.] I didn't realize you were coming by. You okay?
[She remembers what she saw of his memories; she doesn't know if he remembers that or not.]
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hi.
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[It's a relief to get a message from Steve again. Much as she tried not to show it, she worried about having him out of commission. Of course, with one relief comes a new concern. She doesn't know how much he remembers, here or at home, or what he'll want to say about it.]
want to get coffee?
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Iskaulit, action;;
He didn't happen to pass anyone on his way to the gym, and he doesn't know why that calls to him more than the promise of holding the solid weight of a gun and firing off a few rounds. It feels good to let all of his frustrations out, beating up a punching bag, but it's doing more beating up to him than he probably is to it. By the time he stops, he's panting, sitting on the floor leaned against a pile of folded up mats, hat thrown a few feet away. His knuckles ache, but it's kind of helping him keep his focus. He doesn't hear the footsteps, but feet come into his line of sight and he blinks up at Natasha, almost surprised she's even there. ]
Hey, Natasha.
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[She smiles a little. She should have gone looking for him before. Sometimes they do that.
But she's been distracted. Happily, for once.]
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action;; post evacuation
He saw Natasha check in on Sam's broadcast, so he knows she's okay. Making his way over to the Vanquish, he sneaks to Natasha's room and makes himself comfy on her bed, back propped against the wall with one of her pillows, his arms crossed. He'll doze until she gets back to her room. She's bound to, after everything. ]
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Bucky can take care of himself.
That's what she tells herself up until the time she comes back to the Vanquish. She knows someone's in her cabin when she gets back and comes in silently. All the arguments with herself and the compartmentalization in the world don't stopp the wave of relief she feels when she sees him.
Her bed is smaller than his, a single, but quietly she stalks over to his side and slip onto the bed next to him. It's a risk, but it's her bed and she'll get in it without warning if she wants, letting her head fall on his shoulder.]
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What do you think?
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I tried to bring him up to speed though.
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The first thing he thinks of is being anywhere but this ship or his own. The Iskaulit seems like an okay option, but he winds up on the Vanquish. Enid's name isn't even the one that comes to mind.. It's Natasha's. Not to seem panicked or anything, but he actively seeks her out instead of waiting around. ]
Hey..
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He can't completely hide the tension, or the signs of stress.]
Hey. Everything okay?
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text;; re: steve and peggy
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Text;; post-shuffle
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Want some company?
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Still up for that coffee?
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Where are you?
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Still, after a time, she'll acknowledge the message.]
He doesn't remember anything.
[Not a question.]
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It's been a while since he's smoked- smoked this much, even, but it's the only outlet that he wants right now. If he started hitting something, it's likely he wouldn't stop. He can barely get out of his own head enough for the repetitive motion of dragging on the cigarette and exhaling, too busy replaying his confrontation with Steve on repeat.
He just fucked up their friendship. Really, he can only blame himself, can't he? His mouth has gotten him into trouble more times than he can remember, and now it's really tipped him over the edge. Bucky's head hits the back of a support beam, letting the cold just sink in, contemplating the merits of just launching himself out the cargo bay when he hears Natasha coming toward his smoke cloud of solitude. ]
Privyet. [ Yep. That's the kind of mood he's in, Nat. You're a strong woman for dealing with his male bullshit. ]
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There's a short list of people who could have made him this angry so soon after he came back.
And she'd like to think he was in a good mood when he left.
She touches his wrist, gliding her hand up over his to steal his half-finished cigarette. She holds it in her hand comfortably. It might not be the first time she's held one.]
What happened?
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text; sent over the private network
As you are most likely aware, an unusual opportunity has presented itself. I had always treated the question of whether I would stay or return home as academic, as we had no direct control over such matters. However, there is now a very real possibility that we may have the ability to make that choice. Given that that is the case, I wish to make an informed choice rather than an ignorant one.
It seems to me that you are farther along in the timeline than I am. Is this correct? If so, I am curious as to how much damage would be done if I chose to remain, compared to if I returned. It is always my intent to preserve life, but - sa with Mr. Stark's disastrous creation of Ultron - I am also aware that intent does not guarantee results. As it stands, I would choose to return home, knowing I have responsibilities there and that staying would be selfish; I have often maintained that my life here is better not only due to the acceptance of my fellow passengers but because I understand far better than I do at home the difference between wanting to blend in and needing that very acceptance. I would regret giving that understanding up, but I realize it may be necessary.
My life here is beautiful, but a thing is not beautiful because it lasts. Transience only makes a thing more valuable.
I would value your input on this matter. Thank you in advance.
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I can't tell you what route to take, but I can say that what happens at home happens. Don't go home because you think you won't be there for someone else. We're never missing. I can't explain it, but I can say... either we're all from different timelines, or whatever the Atroma do, it makes sure we're never actually gone back home.
You're happy here. You should be. If I could pick for you, I'd tell you to keep that.
Hopefully it helps.
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