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Natasha Romanoff (aclearledger) wrote in chances_rpg,
@ 2021-10-16 19:13:00

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!gamewide plot (generic), ~!game plot: move in day, ~ex: marvel carol danvers (mcu), ~ex: marvel natasha romanoff (mcu) 1

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."

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cpt_marvel
2021-10-17 01:17 am UTC (link)

"Fancy meeting you here," Carol had just walked into the lobby after a long shift by the wharf, still dressed in her polo and slacks, with her hair pulled back and looking characteristically amused at the sight of her long-time friend now sitting confused in the middle of their lobby. No. It wasn't the first time the captain had come across someone like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. But it was a welcomed surprise. After seeing Tony Stark return from the dead, a part of her had hoped Natasha Romanoff would follow.

Stepping over, she took in the sight of her. She recognized the hair- red roots grew out with blond at the tip. Carol realized she must be from not long before or after they last saw one another- 2023. And by the outfit. Carol frowned some. She knew about Vormir and Natasha's sacrifice. She had to wonder...

Reaching down to offer the other woman hand, she nodded. "Eh, I'd always imagined more clouds and a long stairway myself."

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aclearledger
2021-10-21 06:20 am UTC (link)

A familiar face was definitely nice. Taking Carol's hand, Natasha got to her feet with ease. It took her a moment, a brief one, to collect herself. There was still a thin layer of Vormiran dust on her uniform. Enough for her to know that that had certainly happened.

"I think I would have been more suspicious of the clouds to be honest," she joked, a small grin on her face. Taking in the polo and slacks, the questions were easily piling up and Natasha most assuredly needed answers.

"New uniform?" she asked, arms crossed against her as she moved out of the way of two individuals hustling past them. Were they military? SHIELD? The uniforms looked off, but Natasha was sure she looked off. She wanted to dust herself off. Get the lingering memories of Vormir off of her, but not here.

The idea of sullying the floor with it seemed wrong. "Or did I wake up in a bad episode of the Twilight Zone?"

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cpt_marvel
2021-10-23 12:40 am UTC (link)

At least Carol laughed. Her hair was longer since the last time they'd met, and she looked a little sad as she nodded. Yeah. Definitely not her first choice, but something told her wearing her Captain Marvel gear would raise eyebrows in a lot of bad ways. "Kind of?" How to start. She hadn't exactly been there when new people arrived before, though she was now getting used to seeing them hours later and trying to help them settle. Usually, there were government officials for this. No doubt, they'd be around soon. Maybe.

"Honestly? It could be that. We don't know." She nodded to one of her new neighbors as they passed then looked back at Natasha and sighed. She knew Natasha well enough to know she was no-nonsense with this kind of thing. So Carol was straight with her.

"No one really knows what's happening, just that people have been getting pulled from different points in time and different universes. Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's been happening for months. I've been here since the summer." Carol shook her head.

"Good news is, they cover our housing. Bad news is, you have to work if you want to get by." Carol shrugged. "So...polo shirts. Probably the worst thing I've dealt with since that Kree garbage ship."

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aclearledger
2021-10-24 07:23 am UTC (link)

"I can think of worse things," she commented with a smirk regarding the polo shirt. Nat understood, though. Collared shirts of any kind weren't normally her thing, either.

Looking after the person Carol greeted, Natasha's attention fell on a newspaper. "2023?" she asked, looking back to Carol. Tension set in her shoulders as Natasha felt one hand begin to fall into a fist. "Thanos?" The Time Heist? Had it happened? Was it happening? "Who else is here?"

She took a step in Carol's direction, almost looking desperate for some semblance of even better news. That having that hope Steve had talked about had been worth it in the long run.

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cpt_marvel
2021-10-24 05:32 pm UTC (link)

She chuckled at the thought, nodding as she thought back to some things that were worse. Genocide. Thanos. Yeah, Natasha's experiences were probably pretty high up there on the 'bad' spectrum, so Carol wouldn't argue.

When Nat commented on the year, there was a slight shrug. "Thanos came and went as far as I can tell. They undid the snap, things went back to normal." She didn't know if this Natasha was alive or not here. She hadn't asked. There had been a lot to handle at the time, and since then Carol felt she was more engrossed in helping those new lost souls and dealing with her own settling in for once.

Then again, she also knew there was another her out there in the universe. One who she'd prefer to team up with and actually be productive with, but then there was the chance of getting back. Sticking close felt like it was the best option for now.

"Um, that you know? I know Rogers is there. Two Tony Starks, including a version of ours. And our Pepper. And magic-hands Strange. Bruce Banner, the Parker kid, Wanda Maximoff- almost the whole gang. Did you know Barnes? Him, too." She frowned, not really knowing that answer. "A version of Clint Barton- not yours, though."

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