Natalia Romanova (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} redledgerkiller) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
He had a power face the way she did, unless she wanted to show expression. Her words spoken into his ear as she came to look out to the deck for the moment. As she came to look back in his direction, as she watched him shift from one side to the next. To the seat she had previously sat in. Plump red lips came to smirk lightly.
He was good, but only because of his magic. Take the magic away, what was he?
When he reached for his drink, she would do the same with her own. She had gotten use to the blue drink. It was strong, burned as it went down her throat. It reminded her of Russian vodka, but stronger. When he used that condescending tone when she offered to be his friend, she would kink a brow once he started questioning her motives. This she was use too.
"If I wanted to smother you, you would know it. What I'm offering is simple. I know what you're capable of doing. I'm sure others from the team have already seen known, and since no ones attacked it's safe to say they know you're not the Loki we know. " She stated as she brushed her hair from her face.
"What I'm offering is simple. Neither of us want a war, so.. I offer to be a friend. Prove me and the others you're not the monster your alternate self is." She stated as she leaned back in her seat with her hands crossing over each other.