Who: Natasha and Shepard What: Obviously two BAMF ladies have to meet! When: Now Where: The Normandy Warnings: Probably none Status: In Progress
While she didn't show it on the outside, there was a frustration burning inside Natasha, the helplessness of knowing that they were stuck in this world and away from their own, away from the chance to take on Thanos and reverse what he had done. Or at the very least lived up to the Avenger name. She knew Thor felt it too, and Steve. Knew that others she cared about were afraid and hurting. Natasha wasn't used to sitting back and waiting. For many years she had been used as a pawn by the Red Room, the KGB, HYDRA, even SHIELD. What she wanted was to get out there and do something.
But instead she was on an island and could only wait. Meeting this version of Pepper had been interesting, and good. Even with that unsettling knowledge that in that timeline her head had been messed with again and she had somehow had a child. A son. The chance to be a mother had been stripped from her when she had been only a teenager, and yet apparently this boy existed in some other universe.
She had to get out, get some air and a new perspective. So when Bucky said he was heading over to the Normandy, Natasha decided to go with him. Their journey over was quiet, even calm, and eventually she saw the ship for the first time. Letting out a low, impressed whistle, she smirked a little as she stepped on board. It was only polite for her to go and meet the commander of this ship, so she bid good bye to Bucky and made her way to where she figured she might find Shepard.