Natasha Romanoff (aclearledger) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2021-10-16 19:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, !moveinday, mcu: carol danvers, ~ex mcu: natasha romanoff |
Who: Natasha Romanoff and OPEN
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Station's lobby
What: Natasha's dropping in~
Warning: Mentions of sacrifice, loss, death
Death, or the possibility of it, was usually in the back of Natasha's mind. The fact that she was still alive after all this time? It was a true miracle. Also, telling of the years of training she had been through. Covert missions and Operations were a jump from protecting the world from otherworldly invasions, though.
There was no doubt in Natasha's mind that it should have been her taking that leap from the cliffs in Vormir. As much as Clint protested, as hard as he had fought, he was wrong.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting. Sharp pain and then darkness, perhaps. You could listen to first-hand experiences or literary works detailing what death was like, but it had to be different for everyone. It was certainly unlike anything she'd heard anyway.
The ground was cool, smoother than anticipated, and much brighter. Vormir had been dark, desolate, and there had been a particularly grainy wind that bit into your skin. It wasn't like that now. It was surprisingly comfortable and there was a warm and welcoming smell coming from somewhere. Maybe this was what her death was? Had she finally cleared herself of enough red to be granted something good?
Natasha opened one eye and then the other as she sat up, sitting in the middle of a well-decorated lobby in a building she didn't recognize at all. "Okay. I was expecting more pearly gates or fiery escalator, but I guess this works, too."