Natalia Romanova ( 616 ) (clearmyledger) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-21 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, natasha romanoff |
Narrative: Natasha R
[Natasha had close to a dozen various safehouses, in and around NYC; Clint had five. This was something Natasha had known for a long time, when he'd revealed them to her one night after a walk through Central Park, and she'd been to all of them in the years since. And now it was time for her to begin to search them, and find her partner.
She started with Staten Island because it was the furthest from Manhattan, and the easiest to cross off the list. He likely knew, by now, that she was looking for him, and he more than likely wasn't in any of them, but she was going to check anyway, or at least start a watch on them. At the moment, she stood across the street from the building that held his Staten Island apartment. It was within sight of the beach, something she knew he'd picked on purpose, and the apartment was technically in a small house, above another apartment. She'd waited an hour before she even drew this close, then wasted no time in breaking in very carefully, not wanting to leave evidence of her own presence, but wanting to find out if he'd been there. It only took her forty five minutes to clean it out, and when she finally left she'd stripped the safehouse bare of anything he might find useful, and stored it one of her own nearby, a boathouse he didn't know about. This would possibly take a while, but Natasha had no doubt she'd track him down.
Eventually.]