Black Widow, Wolverine, & OPEN
The city - because obviously, that's what it was - seemed too large to be so quiet, but even as she walked she realized that there were faint sounds. A tiny scuffle, from an animal passing through debris. Years of wear and tear causing a dry piece of wood to shift and tumble to the ground. Each of these sounds were investigated carefully, and dismissed as being non-threatening, and in fact the first sort reassured her: it meant that survival was possible, in this desolate place.
The slightest scuff of boots on gravel caught her attention a millisecond before jade eyes found the source: a dark-haired man not far from her current location. Inwardly, she tensed, but on the outside she seemed to barely react at all, merely keeping her cool gaze on him until he spoke, and she drifted to a stop.
"Lost implies I know where I'm going. At the moment, I don't - how about you?" The endearment didn't seem to bother the redhead, and she felt almost as though she were used to such things. The clothes he wore matched her own, which seemed to imply some sort of similarity between the two of them, and Nat hoped he'd have some kind of explanation.