[Natasha dreams she's falling. The kind of quick, visceral sensation that would usually jolt her awake. This time, though, it seems to go on and on, an impossible length of time slipping through space, her sense of gravity and direction twisting. Then there's an instant, a flash of shock that seems like it must be the precursor to impact—
But instead, she's struggling upright, almost tripping forward out of her hospital bed in her rush to get her feet under her.
Her head is spinning, her heart hammering with the last of her dream.]
This isn't possible.
[She sits back down unsteadily when she realizes there's no immediate threat.
This is going to take a moment to process.]
SUCH A LOVELY PLACE 3.0
[The armory is Natasha's first destination once she gets her bearings. The fact is, she feels a little naked without at least some of her gear. Replacing it becomes a top priority.
She doesn't waste time.
Before long, she's testing the weight and grip on a new combat knife, tossing it hand to hand, holding it this way and that.]
Well. [Her comment is dry, glancing at anyone who might happen upon her.] It's a start.
[It won't be the end.
That's when her professional curiosity kicks in.]
What have you got there?
STUDY ABOARD 9.0
[In a way, Natasha almost finds it comforting to have a mission. It's not one she accepted, and she's not entirely sure she wants to follow through with this one to the end. However it's a direction. Playing along to get along is a strategy she's more than familiar with, and she finds it easy to fall into the paces now.
The red fox accompanying her isn't quite as familiar, but if that's part of fitting in, well—she's done worse things than carry a fox with her while she climbs one of the campus buildings in the name of fitting in. At least the little beast is cute, even if it also proves to be an odd blend of cautious and mischievous.
From the top of the building, she takes in lay of the land.
Apparently she's not the only one with that idea, either.]
Hell of a view from up here.
[She comments neutrally, a gentle starter to probe whoever might have joined her on the roof. The fox is less subtle, padding closer to sniff around just out of reach.]
Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA
[Natasha dreams she's falling. The kind of quick, visceral sensation that would usually jolt her awake. This time, though, it seems to go on and on, an impossible length of time slipping through space, her sense of gravity and direction twisting. Then there's an instant, a flash of shock that seems like it must be the precursor to impact—
But instead, she's struggling upright, almost tripping forward out of her hospital bed in her rush to get her feet under her.
Her head is spinning, her heart hammering with the last of her dream.]
This isn't possible.
[She sits back down unsteadily when she realizes there's no immediate threat.
This is going to take a moment to process.]
SUCH A LOVELY PLACE 3.0
[The armory is Natasha's first destination once she gets her bearings. The fact is, she feels a little naked without at least some of her gear. Replacing it becomes a top priority.
She doesn't waste time.
Before long, she's testing the weight and grip on a new combat knife, tossing it hand to hand, holding it this way and that.]
Well. [Her comment is dry, glancing at anyone who might happen upon her.] It's a start.
[It won't be the end.
That's when her professional curiosity kicks in.]
What have you got there?
STUDY ABOARD 9.0
[In a way, Natasha almost finds it comforting to have a mission. It's not one she accepted, and she's not entirely sure she wants to follow through with this one to the end. However it's a direction. Playing along to get along is a strategy she's more than familiar with, and she finds it easy to fall into the paces now.
The red fox accompanying her isn't quite as familiar, but if that's part of fitting in, well—she's done worse things than carry a fox with her while she climbs one of the campus buildings in the name of fitting in. At least the little beast is cute, even if it also proves to be an odd blend of cautious and mischievous.
From the top of the building, she takes in lay of the land.
Apparently she's not the only one with that idea, either.]
Hell of a view from up here.
[She comments neutrally, a gentle starter to probe whoever might have joined her on the roof. The fox is less subtle, padding closer to sniff around just out of reach.]