Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-24 02:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena g. wells, natasha romanoff/black widow |
Who: Natasha and Helena
What: Talking about tempering a dark past.
When: Thursday late afternoon/early evening-ish
Where: The Avengers' warehouse
Warnings: Medium-ish because dark pasts involve things like murder and such. Everything else TBA
Sometimes the state of Helena's mind frightened her. The tides within it changed so quickly, sometimes without warning. Of course, thoughts of all her sins, all the evil she had committed in the wake of Christina's death were always on her mind. The difference was that now she was trying to find outlets for the thoughts and the feelings the stirred within her. The usual ways she had to deal with these feelings weren't exactly working like they once did. So she was trying some new angles, such as playing the piano again, and now reaching out to those who would understand this constant struggle she was waging within herself. Only someone who had taken life and pulled themselves back from that siren call would understand the path laid before her, and that is what Helena needed right now. Reaching out was something completely unnatural to her, but so far having done so had yielded positive results, so naturally she had tried that path again. Honestly, she'd been surprised by the number of responses she'd received, and she was more than ready to implement and try out some suggestions given to her because she would give anything a try.
That said, when she'd arrived at the warehouse to work on various projects with Bruce, her mind was a scattered and divided one. She'd somehow managed to get herself focused on whatever her hands were working with in any given moment. As a result, she was paying closer attention to each and every detail even more than she usually did. She was overanalyzing every little thing she was doing. When she'd hit a spot in one project that she could set aside for a little bit, she went about mixing a batch of cavorite. She well knew the dangers of having two batches of cavorite in the same room, but she wanted to make two batches, one for Oliver and one for Damien so she could get those underway at relatively the same time, but even so, she set about only making one batch to begin with. It would be easier, and she didn't exactly feel up to going to Stark Industries and making a second batch of cavorite there. She really didn't want to run all around the city to ensure she didn't blow anything up in the process of making the cavorite again.
Once the cavorite was put in the furnace, Helena returned to what she'd been working on before that, trying to focus herself. But as it was, her mind was too overactive. She couldn't focus herself as well as she wanted. Which was a sign she should perhaps go find Natasha before she ended up locking herself up behind science again. It was so very tempting to just remain there in the lab and work until she was too tired to think straight, but that was not the answer. Avoiding dealing with her inner feelings is what had led her to nearly destroying the world. Helena wasn't going to go there again. So with that finally decided, she set the project aside and politely excused herself, making it known she would perhaps return later to try and continue what she'd been working on. And if not today, she'd be back tomorrow.
Running a hand through her hair, she made her way out of the lab to find Natasha. She would start with the gym, then if she didn't find Natasha there, she'd head to the lounge. Once she reached the gym, she opened the door and poked her head in, scanning the room.