Natasha Romanoff (romanoffnat) wrote in themarvelverse, @ 2015-04-17 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky, natalia romanova |
Who: Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes
Where: A secret rendezvous
When: Following Banner's rescue
What: Nat and Bucky deal with some stuff
Rating: Possible adult material
The through-and-through in her arm had healed pretty well since Bucky's escape from King's headquarters and Natasha had begun to relax once more into her role as Yelena. She'd ridden out the storm of King's temper and succeeded in feeding back intel to Coulson. If it didn't help with the plan to dethrone him she would be very surprised. It was never easy being on the inside of a rogue organization while your own troupes were mobilizing, but it was the job she was built and trained for.
All her instincts told Natasha that she had regained King's trust after her 'failure', which was why she had risked stepping out of her cover to meet the former Winter Soldier. They'd exchanged messages since his escape, but meeting face to face had been too dangerous until now. If she was entirely honest with herself, they should probably wait until the dust had settled completely, but there was far more on the line than the future of The Avengers - at least, as far as Bucky's sanity was concerned. With his memories suddenly tossed back into his head, Natasha was certain he had questions. It was possible she might even have answers.
She checked into the hotel under an assumed name, having shed her Yelena disguise between Stark Towers and the rendezvous point, making sure to trace and retrace her tracks to ensure she wasn't being followed. Her wig was black, her skin pale as porcelain and even those who knew her well would struggle to identify Natasha as she made her way to her room. She slid the key-card into the door and was greeted with the familiar figure of Bucky Barnes.
A smile came to her lips as she stepped into the room, "I should have known you'd be early," she said as she locked the door behind her. For a few moments she fussed with her wig and make-up. Removing the contacts that turned her eyes from green to gray and then as her red hair swung free of the wig she turned to face him fully. "You're looking good," Natasha cocked her head to one side and smiled, "how are you doing out in the real world? Steve taking care of you or do I have to kick his ass into shape?"