1.0 She wakes up in a bed and for a moment she wonders if time travel hadn't been just one giant, cruel dream. Hope isn't something her dreams usually give her, but dangling it in front of her nose like that wouldn't be entirely out of place in her life.
It's just that if that hadn't been a dream--and it had felt so real--then she wouldn't have expected a bed any time in her future.
There's a moment where she's still, eyes just cracking open as she collects her thoughts and takes stock of what she remembers, but once she starts to see the room around her and someone else in another one of the beds there, she sits up lightning fast.
"Who are you?"
3.0 Natasha stares at the gun she's just made. It looks and feels like it might be made out of an orange traffic caution cone and she's contemplating how badly firing it might go for her. Maybe better she doesn't have to find out. She's not so sure she'd pull off the metal arm look.
She hears someone else enter and speaks without looking up from the gun.
"I think this thing makes booby traps in place of useful weapons."
8.0 Climbing seems like the most straight-forward way for Natasha's skills. She's small and light enough that she thinks she'll have an easier time not pulling rocks loose with her weight. She hopes, anyway. It's been a while since she had a mission like this, but she almost appreciates the physicality and simplicity of it all. Get the orb, don't help anyone. It's a simulation, anyway.
Easier said than done, because a few times when she lowers herself to feel for a new foothold, she nearly goes with the rocks she finds. Her body jerks with the gravity pulling against her every time and she just hopes no one is below her to get a rock in the face. Meanwhile, she's trying to keep a lookout above her for the same risks. If she's knocking out rocks, others might be doing the same.
[ Feel free to wildcard her around the ship or hit me up at blauren for plotting. ]
Natasha Romanoff | MCU
She wakes up in a bed and for a moment she wonders if time travel hadn't been just one giant, cruel dream. Hope isn't something her dreams usually give her, but dangling it in front of her nose like that wouldn't be entirely out of place in her life.
It's just that if that hadn't been a dream--and it had felt so real--then she wouldn't have expected a bed any time in her future.
There's a moment where she's still, eyes just cracking open as she collects her thoughts and takes stock of what she remembers, but once she starts to see the room around her and someone else in another one of the beds there, she sits up lightning fast.
"Who are you?"
3.0
Natasha stares at the gun she's just made. It looks and feels like it might be made out of an orange traffic caution cone and she's contemplating how badly firing it might go for her. Maybe better she doesn't have to find out. She's not so sure she'd pull off the metal arm look.
She hears someone else enter and speaks without looking up from the gun.
"I think this thing makes booby traps in place of useful weapons."
8.0
Climbing seems like the most straight-forward way for Natasha's skills. She's small and light enough that she thinks she'll have an easier time not pulling rocks loose with her weight. She hopes, anyway. It's been a while since she had a mission like this, but she almost appreciates the physicality and simplicity of it all. Get the orb, don't help anyone. It's a simulation, anyway.
Easier said than done, because a few times when she lowers herself to feel for a new foothold, she nearly goes with the rocks she finds. Her body jerks with the gravity pulling against her every time and she just hopes no one is below her to get a rock in the face. Meanwhile, she's trying to keep a lookout above her for the same risks. If she's knocking out rocks, others might be doing the same.
[ Feel free to wildcard her around the ship or hit me up at