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, |
Natasha was not herself, but she also knew how to hide her inner struggles. She had decades of mastering the skill. So as usual, she came to the Deck to relax. To put on a smile and drink alone. Though, her body was becoming immune to her blue drink. Which was tragic since it was the only thing that gave her a buzz. But she didn't worry much about it. Her frame stepped in as usual, as she came to take a seat at the booth she had claimed hers. It was typically the same one.
That blue drink in hand, as she let her finger trace along the rim of the cool glass. Thoughts--memories clouded her head. It was something she always struggled with. But she hadn't the need to in the past years. Not until she arrived here and everything had changed. Sure, she had Tony and Bruce. But they were busy with their own dealings. She understood how it went. It made her realize how dependent she had become of Clint to keep her company. Her fist balled slightly at the thought.
Slowly, she came to exhale deeply. Bruce said this was a second chance for people. He had his ripped from him, Tony was content. Even Coulson was here. Maria too which made her relax a bit. Not completely. She hated depending on others. She had grown soft, and deep down she could feel something darkening inside her.
Her red hair would be cut short and in light curls. She wore a white long sleeve top with a pencil skirt and heels. She wanted a distraction tonight. Anything to get her mind off the memories from the past and the memories forming now. She was struggling to hold on, but on the outside, she looked as calm and collective as always. no one knew the struggle she was dealing with inside. But it was no one's business either.