Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-21 14:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, natasha romanoff (black widow), neena thurman (domino) |
Pfft. Tell Jabba that he'll get his money soon.
Who: Natasha and Neena
What: Star Wars Roleplay, I mean being tortured for information. AKA Neena and Nat just can't take anything seriously.
When: Last week
Where: Undisclosed location
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Triggers: See the what?
As it turned out, Cerberus’s goons weren’t the slightest bit interested in eating cake and ice cream. They’d been angry to discover that their target wasn’t there, and not really in the mood to have a nice conversation about it. The only thing they were interested in at that point was taking the two women in for questioning.
Maybe they should have noticed that Neena didn’t put up much of a fight. It wasn’t exactly her M.O. In any normal circumstance, this would have been a trap placed to catch the goons - especially with a world class assassin like Natasha involved.
But she’d allowed them to cuff her and drag her out to the stereotypical white van that was awaiting them. That didn’t stop the goons from roughing them up a bit in the process, of course, and they were brutally knocked out once they were secured. The ride to the Cerberus Cell, wherever it was located, was spent in complete oblivion.
When she finally woke up, she found herself in a room with a cement floor. It was just like a prison cell, with metal bars in the front. Her hands were still restrained behind her. She wiggled her wrists together and groaned, “This was not my best plan ever.”
“Da. It’s terrible,” Natasha said. It felt like she was speaking around gravel, and there was dried blood on her chin. Her head was pounding and she took a moment to collect her senses. “We are probably not where we want to be.” Where they wanted to be was with the cell that was hunting Hanna. If they could destroy that one from the inside, and destroy any information on the girl, that would buy everyone a lot of time.
Any information on the bombing would be welcome, too.
That had been the plan - to get where they wanted to be. But it definitely didn't seem like they'd been brought to that kind of place. Neena felt like one of her eyes was trying to swell shut on her, but she forced it to open enough to get a better look around. She didn't spot any immediate weaknesses or escape routes.
"Probably not, no. And to be honest, I'm pretty sick and tired of always being one step behind these guys. But maybe we can get a read on where it is we DO want to be. Somehow."
“They’ll probably move us again.” Natasha forced herself to sit up. If they weren’t heard from in a week she’d set up an automated text message to Steve and Bucky. The only people she implicitly trusted (which was dangerous in and of itself, considering she only knew to trust them from her dreams), but they were the only people she thought she could count on right now. Her mind was still wheeling from the dream she’d just had, but she needed to ignore her guilt and move on. She allowed herself a plaintive curse in Russian. “Fucking dreams.”
"Yeah, they'll fuck you over," Neena agreed. She tried to make herself a little more comfortable. There wasn't any point in trying to escape yet or even get their cuffs off if they were going to be moved again, "If we play our cards right, they might move us where we want to be. I think it depends on what they can get out of us when the interrogation starts."
Because there would definitely be interrogating and possibly torture. That's what Neena'd been mentally preparing for, and she knew Natasha definitely was, too.
Nat figured she deserved a little torture, both for what she’d done here and what she’d done there. Her hands were stained red, and that was a fact. She’d gotten them all killed. All of the Avengers. “What’s your favorite movie?”
"Huh. I'll have to think about that one," Neena pondered it a bit. She wasn't one for watching movies on her own, not a lot of the time. Leisure didn't really sit well with her. But she'd ended up watching plenty of them during recovery times or when her brain just needed to decompress.
"I guess if you're going for favorite movies of all time it would have to be the three original Star Wars movies. You've got a great mix of scoundrels and people fighting for a good cause that get fucked over before they finally win. Hollow victories, completely obvious love triangles, and a guy who's amazing with a pistol. Plus, a girl who kicks ass."
“You be Han, I’ll be Leia,” Natasha said, figuring Neena for the scoundrel type. “After all, what useful information could they get out of us, if all we’re telling them about is information that will damage the rebellion.” She flashed a pained grin.
Neena gave Natasha a grin in return, "Alright, Princess. But we don't have time to take this up with the committee."
She nodded her head in the direction of the gate closing their cell, her sharp ears picking up the sound of footfalls in the corridor, "Hey Jailor! Are you thinking of letting us out of here anytime soon? If I spend another minute in miss priss here's company I might contract a case of do-gooder."
"Nerf herder," Natasha said. She leaned her head against the wall she was leaning against. She started to relax her muscles, knowing she'd need to detach her mind and her body to some extent. "Da, she smells of elderberries!"
The door swung open, and a body was thrown in. It was a blonde man, who’d worked at Neena’s pawn shop. There was a bullet hole in his forehead. He stared at Neena with glassy eyes.
The man had been one of the best guys at her shop. Reliable, great at appraising things. She'd even left messages on his answering machine about finding him another place to work when she and Booker had made the decision to liquidate their stock and close up.
She looked down at the man, then up at the guy who'd tossed him in, "I guess he didn't get an exit interview."
The door was still open, shadowy figures studying their reactions. One stepped into the light, a woman wearing a mask, with only eyes visible. They were grey. “He gave us some useful intel, but nothing spectacular.”
"Well of course he didn't give you anything spectacular. He probably didn't even know anything. Look at you, wasting ammunition and time on minions. You guys have to be the stupidest fucking villains I've ever met." Neena snorted, then glanced over at Natasha, "They're amateurs, Princess. Aren't you glad?"
“A bullet is expensive,” the woman said dryly. She wavered, a little bit in place, as though she were a shadow superimposed over another shadow. Then she was normal again. “But I’m sure we can afford a few more.”
Natasha’s eyes narrowed slightly, but only just. “I filled her with four once, it was a party.”
"I stitched myself up in a cheesy hotel room across town afterwards, with a sewing kit and a bottle of bad whisky. Digging the bullets out was the afterparty of a lifetime. Me and this one, we've bonded on epic levels." Neena grinned at Natasha and winked, then turned back to the shadowy figure, "So you know. I've survived damn near everything, but I keep coming back. Like a bad penny."
“I should have left you the good whiskey,” Natasha lamented. “But it was business, and I have expenses I have to maintain. The accounts only go so far, you know.”
The grey-eyed woman chuckled, and stepped between them. And behind them, and in front of them. There were suddenly many of her, and each one held a different instrument of torture. Most disturbing of all was the remorse in their unified voices. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this, but I’ve no choice.”
“Ебля колдовство, что это за дерьмо? Шары!” Natasha declared, wide-eyed.
"You can say that again," Neena muttered.
Who the hell was this person? They didn't move like anyone she'd ever seen before, not even anyone in her dream world. This wasn't anything at all that she'd been prepared for, but it was a little too late for regrets. She steeled herself for the worst, and snorted, "Do your worst, lady. I made my peace with my life a long time ago."
“Everyone has regrets,” she commented. “We just do not wish to wait another sixteen years for another Hanna. Tell me where the girl is and we can end this.”
"Pfft. Tell Jabba that he'll get his money soon. It's not my fault the Imperials were on my ass and I had to dump my cargo last run." This wasn't the exact quote from the movie, but Neena liked the idea of pretending she was Han Solo. She figured it was close enough, and it sure as hell wasn't the information the woman was looking for.
“Money? Is that what this is about?” Natasha rolled with it. “You scruffy-looking nerf-herder!”
The grey-eyed woman looked at them perplexed. “What?”
"Not all of us can stand up for truth, justice, and the Rebel Alliance, Princess," Neena quipped. She narrowed her eyes at Natasha, "And who are you callin' scruffy-looking?"
“You don’t even bathe,” Nat turned her head up. It was a long time since she saw those movies, but she could remember the gist of it. But before she could continue the woman jammed a knife under one of her nails. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled sharply, grunting in pain. “You only...care about yourself and that rust bucket of yours.”
"Rust bucket!? RUST BUCKET?" Neena shouted. It was pretty clear that Han Solo wouldn't have taken any kind of verbal abuse about his ship, "That ship is a prize, sister. Far greater a prize than you are, I might add. And she doesn't nag me, either."
“It’s held together with spit and duct tape!” Natasha let the pain fuel her Leia Organa rage. “A flying coffin that belongs in a scrap-yard!”
One of the shadowy clones started in on Neena. “Hanna! Where is the girl!”
"The only girl I know is sitting next to me and whether or not she's female is highly questionable. She sure as hell isn't named Hanna. And you take that back. That ship is my baby, and she'd never end up in a scrap yard. No matter how you might feel about her. Just as soon throw you into one."
“I’m the princess remember? I’ll have her melted down and sold as good luck charms for Red Squadron!” Natasha bit back a yelp, knocking her head back against the wall, hard enough to jar her teeth. It helped her regain focus.
"Yeah!?" Neena hissed. She was a little grateful that she didn't give two shits about her fingernails, since a knife was being driven underneath them and that probably wasn't going to be pretty later. It sure as hell wasn't pretty right now, "Well I don't work for you, and you're not the damn boss of me."
“This is stupid!” The woman stepped away, all the shadows pulling into her body like mist. She turned on her heel and marched out the door.
Natasha started to breathe again. “You just can’t work under a woman. It damages your pride. It’s not like you have balls to begin with.”
The woman returned, and Natasha’s head turned towards her at the sound of a car battery thunking onto the ground.
“I’ll never tell you where the rebel base is.”
Shit.
“You both talk too much nonsense.” Two men joined her, carrying a board and a bucket of water. They dragged a hose behind them.
"Look, honey, she brought along some friends and farming equipment. It's almost like she's getting desperate." Neena joked. Mentally, she cursed in about five more languages than was necessary. But thinking up swear words in Japanese kept her mind off of what was probably about to happen.
She snorted a bit, "That's right, Princess, I don't have balls. But I don't need them, either. Especially not to get your motor running."
The men grabbed Neena and roughly strapped her to the board. Her face was wrapped tightly and water was poured over her head. Nat, meanwhile, was clamped and subjected to repeated shocks.
After a few shocks, Natasha cried out. “Stop! Stop! I know where she is.”
She took a few breaths as the grey-eyed woman stepped closer, then hummed, “Она подползла мою задницу, возможно, вы должны смотреть там.” She crawled up my ass, perhaps you should look for her there.
No matter how much you prepared yourself for this stuff, there was really no preparation for that feeling like you were drowning, even though you weren't even in any water. Neena tried to focus on other things while she coughed and sputtered and got water up her nose. The entire point of this whole plan had been to throw them off Hanna's scent and then destroy them.
She was glad Nat was there with her, though, because the other woman's responses were hysterical. It made all of this more tolerable, and she slapped her hand against the board a few times, as if applauding her.
The man that had been pouring water on her let up, thinking that her clapping was a sign that she was willing to talk. Neena coughed a bit, and snorted, "Oh come on. This isn't even respectable torture. I've had worse things done to me with bubble gum. Who were you even looking for again? All that water up my nose is making me forget."
So it went. Shock and drowning and questions. Natasha started answering each one with an insult in Russian, until Cerberus switched them around, and then it was much harder for her to talk.
But she wouldn’t talk, and she’d been through worse in her dreams.
Hours later, they were left alone. “This is like vacation.”
Was it nap time yet? Neena wanted it to be nap time. She'd flopped on the ground where they'd left her, and her eyes were shut. But she smirked a bit at Natasha's comment and croaked out, "Way better than my last vacation, that's for sure. No offense, princess."
“You are not getting bonus pay.” Natasha closed her eyes and breathed out heavily. It was going to be a long, long week.