Who: Natasha Romanoff and OPEN What: Nighttime on the beach Where: The Beach When:
Natasha had never done well with not having things to do. She couldn’t help with the science behind how this place existed, and there wasn’t any issues that really kept her busy. She had to admit that this whole place, though it was meant to be some sort of afterlife or second chance for her, made her uneasy. She hated not being in control, and going to sleep in her bungalow and waking up elsewhere hadn’t been part of the plan.
Additionally, She didn’t know how to trust strangers, or how to live with them. Natasha had not been a problem for them. She stayed in her room and she stayed out of her way, only being in the common areas when she needed to eat or shower. She was polite, but she had no idea how to socialize with people. Natasha was almost certain that she’d only been placed in the Avengers Initiative last minute because Fury was tired of having her up his ass almost constantly. That, and someone had to keep an eye on Clint.
The living with strangers reminded her a bit about the group homes she was subjected to before the academy, and even though she’d been there for almost a month now, it hadn’t gotten easier. Luckily the academy had trained her to function on little sleep, which is why she had slipped out of the house late in the night, when she was certain everyone else would be tucked away in their homes.
She was walking, barefoot, on the fine line where the water met land. She would pick up shells every once in a while, and toss them into the ocean, listening for the plop sound of it sinking and disappearing between the waves. The holidays were weighing on her. She didn’t know where she fit in. She would typically just barge into the Barton household, or, in the years recently ignore them all together. The team wasn’t entirely back together, and she wasn’t sure how things set between Tony and Steve… plus Tony had his own family to worry about of course.
Natasha was struggling to figure out just where she fit in this paradise, which was unsettling, because the other alternative was to arrive at her own death.