Jemma Simmons is a terrible liar (needanewplan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-03 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jemma simmons, natasha romanoff (black widow) |
Who: Jemma and Natasha
What: Spies are Forever
When: June 3rd
Where: Lab at the Agency
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Natasha had hoped that she’d be spared the ridiculousness of the musical malady that was running amok through Orange County. She’d made it two days without singing so much as a single note.
That all changed when she walked into the lab in search of Jemma. When she opened her mouth, instead of what she’d meant to say, she started to sing. It was a bit like one of those old James Bond type songs, and she threw her arms out as she got really into it, "It's time to save the world again. It's time to get the girl again. It's time to do or die, it's time to stay alive, it's time to be a spy again."
Natasha had never looked so surprised in her life.
Between new dreams and people randomly singing, Jemma was doing what she always did and throwing herself into her work. Well, and living her life since yes she could actually be a normal human being contrary to popular belief. However, with people in her lab randomly singing? It was going to be a long however many days this thing lasted.
And then Natasha walked into her lab and at first Jemma was debating if she’d been affected by the latest round of Orange County ridiculousness, only to see the look of surprise on her face.
“Fascinating, so it can hit at different points in time as well?”
Because of course that was the first thing Jemma would notice, the sporadic timing for when people might be affected.
“I don’t even know where that came from,” Natasha admitted, grateful that she wasn’t continuing the number. Though with the OC she wasn’t going to hedge her bets. “And I’ve forgotten why I’m here, but it wasn’t for any kind of mission.”
Still, the song was kind of appropriate for their working relationship, she had to admit.
Something else to note then. That it wasn’t a constant thing and people could stop and start singing at random. It wasn’t like Jemma could actually examine the things that happened in Orange County, especially this. But the data was indeed still interesting to know that it wasn’t a constant singing deluge.
“I have no idea, on both fronts.”
“No singing on your part?” Nat pulled out a chair and took a seat. She would like not to be the only one embarrassed, and could actually feel some kind of tug. An urge to sing, and she was desperate to fight it.
“No singing on my part.” For which Jemma was more than content with. While this was definitely one of the less traumatic events that took place in Orange County, Jemma was more than happy to not randomly start singing at a moment’s notice.
Natasha spun around in her chair and naturally belted out, "It's time to dance with Lady Luck, be the jury and the judge, it's time to put on your tux again!"
Getting to her feet, she gave Jemma a flirty smile, "Once a spy, always a spy, forever forever. The warmest hello to the coldest goodbye, remember remember. Spies never die! Spies are...forever."
Oh dear. And Jemma couldn’t even tell if Natasha was singing on purpose now or if it was once again because of whatever was going on in Orange County. Chances were it was Orange County because even when in a teasing mood, Jemma didn’t see Natasha proudly singing about their spy activities.
“Yes, hello again.”
"It's time to buckle up, let's go," Nat sang, giving Jemma a somewhat panicked look. "There's an evil power to overthrow. It's time to show 'em what you got, be the hero, take the shot. Do you want to live, yes or no?"
Please ice me, Nat's expression seemed to say, as she spun around, putting her ballet talents to outstanding use, "It's time to decide who will be saved, who do you trust, who do you betray? Will you live to see tomorrow or die another day?"
If she started singing the Bond song of the same name, she wanted Jemma to shoot her with bullets.
To her credit, Jemma had yet to start laughing. Instead she just watched as Natasha made her lab a stage of sorts. Yes, they did have evil organisations which they needed to stop. Like Hydra and Cerebus which, okay, one and the same. Not to mention their dreams which was all about that spy life and the fact you could never really trust anyone, that no matter what you felt always that one part would wonder.
So all she did was hold her hands up in mock surrender, to say she had no idea what was happening, that she had nothing to do with it. If it got too out of hand, there was always her icer but for now, it was hoping the random musical moment would pass.
Natasha stopped, lowering her leg and pressing her palm against the side of her face. “I think we know where my mind is today, but I remembered what I was going to ask you. Do you want a sub for lunch?”
That was really anticlimactic but it was hard to follow up a spy song.
Okay, that broke the resolve and Jemma let out a laugh at the question. Because really. To go from a ballad about spies being forever to being asked if she wanted a sub for lunch? Complete whiplash.
“Sure, a sub sounds great.”
“I’ll pick you up something. And if I’m lucky there won’t be any musical numbers at the sandwich shop.” Natasha turned and exited stage left, fleeing before she could continue the song number, or worse, start singing the Octopussy theme.