samantha ross ✪ natasha romanova (oweadebt) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-04-03 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | samantha ellis, shane webster |
Who: Samantha Ellis & Shane Webster
What: When you've been fighting side-by-side for long enough, hooking up is eventually inevitable
Where: Avenger's mansion
When: Forward dated to Friday night, April 7th, 2017
Warnings: Definitely gonna get pretty R-rated
It was never a dull day when you were an avenger. Samantha had been doing this for four years now, a small fact about her own life that she still had trouble wrapping her head around, and nearly every day of her time with them was still just chock full of surprises. Not always the good kind either. More often than not, it was just the manageable kind; your every day, run-of-the-mill trouble that you could actually shake off at the end of it, like tonight. She'd been on the team long enough to outlive some of the others on it, including two of the team's previous leaders, but a rotating door of changing leadership wasn't something that really bothered them. Sam and Natasha had always been pretty adaptable to their surroundings, a fact that made most people around them more uncomfortable than anything else. Unsure of where their loyalties really lied. Not that their loyalty was something that could be bought, but it could be earned. Natasha had been loyal to very few people in her life, but the ones that had earned it, she had never strayed from them. Even when it seemed like it.
That was the trouble with spy work. You had to be flexible. You had to be ready to go with the flow of things, and when necessary, go against it. You had to be willing to do whatever it took, in order to get the job done, including swallowing the more distasteful mission objectives in order to get done what no one else had the stomach for. What everyone else was too "good" to do. There was no good or bad when you were a spy, there was just more of the same, and it was useless to even try to think inside those terms. There were enough shitty people in the world who truly believed they were doing the good work and at least as many "good" people willing to stoop to unimaginable lows when it suited their own interests, so really, what was the point of even bothering with such a limited point of view like that? Natasha and Sam had come across enough people to know that there was no such thing as all good or all bad. Most were somewhere in between, unless you were Captain America himself, all stalwart and the very picture of patriotism. Nobody but him was that good, inside and out.
Nothing was simple, when you did the sort of work that Natasha did. Personal connections were a weaknesses, loyalties were a necessary complication, one that often had to be severed when everything was on the line and you had to do the unthinkable in order to complete a mission. Natasha's work wasn't glamorous; it was messy, and twice as dangerous as the kind of work she often did for the Avengers, but her ties to S.H.I.E.L.D had been a lot more prevalent in her life than in Sam's. S.H.I.E.L.D and Phil were around, but no Director Fury, no central leadership, so for the most part except for a few side jobs she'd done as a favor, most of Sam's work was with the Avengers. She'd been doing it long enough now that not making things personal was next to impossible when you worked and fought with the same people every day, learning to trust them and letting them trust you. That had taken some adjusting to, for Natasha, who was used to working alone even when she was working within a team, and being her reincarnate, Sam was prone to some of the same, reluctant instincts.
When it came down to it, the real trouble was when you actually let someone in. She worked well enough with the other members of her team, but out of habit, some old and some new, Sam kept most people at a healthy distance. She'd had to learn the hard way why that was best, why keeping things professional would save her in the long run. Most people might find that cold, and at least some people actually did find them cold, but Sam wasn't in the business of making apologies for what she did in order to survive. She'd already lost her younger brother and her oldest friend, Sam Kenworthy, to this fight. The Natasha Romanoff reincarnate who'd come before her had died horribly in a fire trying to save someone else's life. To say that Sam lived from day to day with her guards up was an understatement, but no matter how impenetrable she made herself out to be, she wasn't unaffected by what happened around her when it came to her friends. She might hold everyone at a distance, but when she saw one of her teammates in trouble, like Shane earlier tonight, she never even hesitated.
After responding to a bank robbery earlier that night, things had gone a little sideways when the robbers turned out to be superhuman, which was both good and bad. Good because that meant they might not have to deal with guns, but assholes with powers was sometimes just as inconvenient. The second Sam saw that bolt of high voltage electricity from what looked like a piece of alien technology aimed at Shane, she hadn't hesitated to push him out of the way of it, narrowly missing getting cooked herself. Sam knew how much Natasha's electroshock bracelets hurt, she wasn't too keen on getting electrocuted herself. Not to mention, they had pretty bad experiences with weird alien tech in the past. Sometimes the worst it could do to you wasn't just frying your insides. A few hours later and everyone was unwinding from the evening's events, all was quiet in the mansion except for Thomas and Wes arguing over a video game in one of their rooms and someone still going hard in the gym upstairs. Pretty standard for your typical night in the Avengers mansion. Sam was still feeling a little wound up after the fight, and annoyed by the slight strain in her shoulder, so instead of going to bed she'd changed out of her suit and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, grabbing a bottle of water and made for the rec room, only mildly surprised to find that someone was already there when she walked in. "Does anyone in this house ever sleep?"