WHO: Romanoff and Coulson WHEN: 226407.04 WHERE: Deck 5 SUMMARY: Drinks and catching up WARNINGS: Nah
Natasha should have been shaken up when she saw Coulson on the net. But she wasn't. In her lifetime she had seen a lot of things. She, herself was one of those impossible theories. Yet here she was. After they both had agreed to met up at Deck 5, Nat would occupy an empty booth. Her red hair would be tied back into a braid as she wore some of the attire the ship had offered her as casual clothing. She was nervous in a sense. Why? Aside from Fury, Nat had always viewed Coulson like an uncle. And if Natasha thought of you as a family member, it wasn't something to take lightly.
Tonight she would keep it simple. That clear liquid would be within her glass. That bottle of vodka rested to her side. An empty shot glass across from her. Her/ She would be on her second shot. But she wouldn't take it completely, she would savor it. Sip it. She was nervous. Stop being so nervous is all she told herself, as she came to finally take the rest of that hard drink down her throat as she waited for Coulson to show up. So far from what she could gather, he was a little ahead of her timeline. Which gave her comfort.
She wasn't alone in knowing what had happened in the future first hand.