WHO: Natasha and OPEN WHEN: 226406.22 Evening WHERE: Deck 5 Lounge SUMMARY: Natasha needs a drink WARNINGS: TBD
Natasha wasn't made to be a civilian, she wasn't meant to justs it around and wait. Think. Leaving Natasha alone with her thoughts was never a good thing. Since her mind was her greatest enemy, with shattered and missing pieces. It was no wonder she couldn't sleep. Still, she was trying. But still, it seems that those she was close to back home were all leaving. Natasha never did well with people leaving her. Though she might never admit it out loud, she needed her friends. Her family. But due to her lack of compassion, it was easier for Nat to come off cold, rather than caring.
With the late evening coming in, she would head to that lounge area. Her once long red hair had been cut shorter as she wore the ships casual attire. She hadn't really spoken with anyone. not since her text with Bruce and her spar with Coulson. Aside from that, Natasha had been keeping to herself. Reverting back to someone she hadn't been in a long time. It was her defense mechanism, to be honest. When things began to get to real for her, she would shut off to the world. Something she was doing now.
Already she would take a seat at a secluded table. A bottle ordered of their hardest drink, as she came to glance out to the vast dark sky and stars. Space. It was enough to cause her cabin fever. Her features held a few cuts and bruises from that incident with Venom a few weeks ago, but it wasn't anything she wasn't use too at this point in her life. What she wasn't use to. Was caring so damn much about people.