Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-24 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch) |
Of course not..
Who: Nat and Wanda
What: Catching up
Where: Baxter’s
When: Mid November?
Rating: Low?
Status: Complete when posted
Wanda and Nat hadn’t met up in a little while and she had decided it was a good idea for them to meet. After arranging to meet at Baxter’s, Wanda was now sat in one of the booths waiting for her friend to arrive. The last few weeks had been difficult, as a foreign student in the country she felt uneasy at some of the political machinations going on around her, but she had to keep reminding herself to focus on the things she could control, not what she couldn’t.
Nat had needed a few days for herself, at first. Reassess and figure out a new approach. The paranoid part of her had even gotten in contact with her remaining contacts in the FSB but she could find nothing concrete enough to conveniently pass on to the FBI, not that she believed the FBI would do anything about it. After that, she focused mostly on work, but was glad for the break to meet with Wanda. If nothing else, Natasha really needed to spend more time with her friends. She dropped into a seat across from Wanda unannounced. “Afternoon. Do you know what the special is today?”
Wanda smiled up at Natasha as she sat down. “No, sorry, but personally I think I will be ordering pancakes. Covered in syrup,” she told her friend. “And a sparkling latte,” she told her. “You?”
“You know, there’s no need to apologize.” Nat leaned in, expression serious. “Because that sounds perfect. Do you think they have blueberry syrup?” Her face lightened.
Wanda gave a little chuckle and nodded. “I think they do, I’ll be right back,” she smiled and headed up to the counter to order and pay before heading back. “So, how have you been?” she asked.
“Busy,” Natasha replied. “Been a lot of work going on, some personal projects.. Remembering to check in on my woman.” Okay so she might have been a little bad about that last one lately.
“Personal projects sound interesting, anything I can help with?” Wanda asked curiously, although she frowned at Nat’s last statement and shook her head in confusion. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand, who is ‘your woman’?”
“Ah, my girlfriend,” Natasha explained. “It just feels weird saying that. I’m not in high school.” ‘Her woman’ probably wasn’t a very good alternative but she’d been part way into the sentence before she’d had to correct herself.
“I’m sorry, I did not know you had a partner. What is her name? How did you meet?” Wanda asked brightly.
Natasha laughed. “I’m too secretive sometimes. Her name is Stahma. We met…” When Stahma had been bleeding out. And then there was the whole spying on her thing. “It’s complicated. She’s from Russia too, there was some business with unsavory sorts.”
“Stahma, that is a lovely name,” Wanda grinned at her friend. “And Russian too? Unsavory sorts? That doesn’t sound at all like you,” she teased.
“Oh, not at all like me.” Nat put her hand on her chest, mimicing innocence. “It’s kind of a recent thing. And accidental. If that makes sense.”
“Accidental?” Wanda frowned, sitting back as the waitress arrived to deposit their plates of pancakes in front of them. “Did you fall on each other and start kissing?” she teased with a little smile, picking up her fork to start digging into her pancakes.
“Yes,” Natasha joked, picking up her fork. “It was more or less we spent time together and attraction and feelings developed unexpectedly.” That was most relationships though, wasn’t it?
“Well I am very happy for you my friend, she must be very good for you,” Wanda smiled supportively. She often wondered whether she should be more open to relationships now that she and Pietro were settled here, but she worried about them interfering with her studies. Could she give another person the attention they deserved when she had so little to spare? “So what else? Can you tell me anything about what you're working on?”
“I think she is.” Natasha took a few bites as she considered how to answer that question. “Mostly, I’ve been working on a few projects. There’s some concerns about one person’s dreams that we’re preparing for, but nothing you need to worry about yourself.”
“It's not me is it?” Wanda asked, half joking, half seriously. She still had nightmares about her powers going out of control. She sometimes felt that the emotion tied to replaying Pietro’s death would overwhelm her and she started to think about what might happen if she surrendered to it: would she remake the world just to have him back?
“Of course not..” Natasha winked. “Though I did enjoy spying on you in the shower, it was for research.”
Wanda gaped at Nat, scandalized at the joke. “Natasha!” she laughed, throwing a scrunched up napkin at her playfully.
Nat caught the napkin and threw it back. “You don’t sound that upset!”
Wanda giggled and shook her head. “You are terrible, what would Stahma say?” she chuckled, taking a quick sip of her water.
“‘Take pictures’ or something like that.” Nat laughed as well.
Wanda almost snorted the water she had been sipping as she laughed at Nat. Reaching for a napkin, she pressed it to her mouth and tried to keep it all down with some vague sense of decorum. “You're evil,” she shook her head, grinning.
The mess was worth it, and Nat gave Wanda a little wink. “I try. The world is too serious to not have a little sense of humor once in awhile.”
“Very true,” Wanda agreed. “Especially our world with strange Dreams and supernatural powers,” she nodded. “Then add on the regular politics and the world is quite a scary place,” she admitted. She hadn't told anyone yet, but she was concerned. In the back of her mind she wondered whether she and her brother would be allowed to stay in the country to finish their studies.
“It can be scary. I won’t downplay that. But I’ll protect you and your brother any way I can.” Nat had learned the hard way where to put her loyalties. Countries and organizations would always betray her. But the people made the effort worth it.
Wanda smiled at Nat affectionately, overwhelmed by her friends pledge. “Thank you Natasha. From the bottom of my heart,” she reached out to take Nat’s hand in hers and squeeze it. “And if there is anything my brother or I can do for you you must let us know,” she replied in kind. She didn't know what she could really help with, but she would do hate very she could to repay Nat’s loyalty and friendship.
“I’ll let you know. I think more frequent lunch dates would be fair enough.” Natasha didn’t get out enough, and it was time to acknowledge that. In her dreams she cut herself off from everyone, frequently. She couldn’t do that here. She wouldn’t let herself.
“Lunch dates I can definitely do,” Wanda smiled brightly, happy to spend more time with her friend.
“This time every Saturday?” Nat suggested. They could make it a regular thing.