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, |
They were back on the ship. Yorktown was nothing but a memory to her now. A memory to many she would assume. Her attire tonight would be casual. Fitting pants and a top with boots. This was casual for her. Once Deck 5 was open Natasha would be one of the first few to walk inside. Her slender frame coming to take a seat at the bar. Once her blue drink was presented, she had declined it.
She asked for red wine, or anything close to it. Once it was presented, she was actually pleased to know they had it. Once that glass was presented she would take the first sip. Pleased with the taste. Coming here, had become second nature to her already. She'd meet some interesting people here. But Natasha hated routine. She missed not knowing what was going to happen. She missed SHIELD. The Avengers. She missed her home. Or what was left of home.
She wanted these memories gone, she wanted to not know the future, or at least a version of a future she had lived through. Never had she'd thought she'd wish she could have her mind wiped. Pick a time to remember and live from that moment on, like the others. They were so naive to what she knew. What she had lived through. But this was her burden to carry, as she appointed herself to keep and eye on everyone, to make sure history didn't repeat itself.
But with that much pressure, it was bound to get the better or someone. So many secrets, she was use to keeping. But everyone had a breaking point and hers was reaching. That glass taken hold off as she finished her drink. Only to look to the tender and changing her drink tot hat blue liquid.
"Ура" Is all she would say in Russian to the tender as she came to take that blue drink in a shot glass, as she motioned for another.