WHO: Natasha
WHEN: 226404.25
WHERE: Quarters
SUMMARY: Narrative
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete


It has been a few weeks since I arrived on this ship. It’s still unclear how any of us got here but one thing is clear the friends that I have here, are not the friends I know back home. Except for Coulson, who is very much alive. It would be nice if Clint was here. Then it’ll be a little more bearable. The other guys that are here, are all doing their own thing. Even Bruce is here… But he’s with Betty. Least he came to talk to me about it, and the way he mentioned the situation. I already knew he wanted to be with her. It made more sense.

Least that’s what I tell myself

Everyone seems to be doing their own things, and I’m left to my thoughts. My broken memories. Memories that hit me during the night. I'm not used to this much quiet. I'm not used to things being this calm, it’s the calm before the storm. The question is when is the storm going to come and will we be prepared for it?

I know we will, I can’t talk about the others. But seems preparations are being made in case the big guy comes out. I’m not a fan of this idea but it’s what Bruce wants to do. As for me? I’ve found myself thinking of starting trouble just to give myself something to do. But I should play nice. I promised the others I would. Just who knew playing nice was going to be so boring…