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Will be scarce from the 26th of December to the 2nd or 3rd of January
8 yrs ago
Family emergency came up. Will be off for a few days.
9 yrs ago
Oh, you know, the usual. Claim a throne, commit genocide, rid the Nine Realms of mewling quims and most importantly...mess with Thor. That always provide unparalleled entertainment.
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Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, not blood-related, thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done.
And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Interactions: Jonathan + Rider @BubbleGumKing, Leon Winchester + Keiji Togami + Father Walter (Overseer) @vancexentan
When Brynhilda had accepted to be a Master in the Grail War, she had been excepting to meet people of various personalities, quirks and background, either on the battlefield or away from it. The initial gathering of Masters to announce the official start of the War was one of the safest way to meet potential opponents without needing to fight for your life. She had expected little genius magus full of confidence in themselves, experienced spellcasters with grim determination, even slimy little schemers from the Association or indifferent freelance magi aiming for the Grail and that only, damn the rest. However, she certainly didn’t except the very first person she set her eyes upon to be a youth in a suit calling the High Overseer a fool. Her only reply to his…helpful commentary was a single, long, contemplating look. Leaning against the wall a few feet from the entrance which she came through, Brynhilda folded her arms across her chest and settled for casting sweeping glances over the two Masters within the room. Both were undoubtedly younger than her – masters seemed to get younger every War - and the one who was seated on the chair had yet to say anything. Not that she minded, for in her mind, those who kept to themselves made for better company. And seeing as she didn’t like small talk herself, she was perfectly content to stand in silence and wait for the Overseer. At the back of her mind, Rider was a silent presence, having apparently found nothing significant enough to report.
Just as she was considering to take a sit if the Overseer and other Masters were going to make them wait here for an hour or so, the door flew open, admitting a blast of cold air and an overly-cheerful man older than she was. Huh, and here she thought at the age of thirty, she would be the oldest participant. He introduced himself with abundant pleasure and eagerness, not noticing – or at least ignoring – the heavy atmosphere within. Jonathan, as he called himself, could be plain oblivious to social cues, or was simply trying to throw them off guard. Cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at the hand he stuck in her direction, she stared until he caught on that she wasn’t about to touch him – or anyone else in here, for that matter. Her attention was drawn away once again by the voice of suit-boy, who proceeded to sneer and threaten the older male Master. Brynhilda didn’t bother to smother the scoff of amusement at his mini speech. Egotistical, arrogant, condescending. All these traits he currently exuded remind her sorely of the high-ranking magi within the Association. And boy, did it rub her the wrong way. No way in hell was she going to even begin thinking about asking him to team up. She would try to kill him before the day was over.
“Boys, you’ll have a chance to settle scores once this War starts. It would be a shame to get thrown out now over another Master.” She tuttered quietly just as the Overseer finally deigned to arrive.
Brynhilda tempered down on the spike of irritation at Togami’s – if the Overseer was indeed calling suit-boy by the right name – continued and blatantly rude interruption. It wouldn’t do to set her Servant on high alert over some infuriating youth’s attitude problem. So she took a single deep breath which calmed her almost instantly. Then the Overseer’s next words make her eyes widen in surprise, and opened the link with Rider even further so what ran through her mind at present would be picked up on by her partner. More than seven servants? How is that possible? Was it due to the clashing magic during the last War? Was there truly such large amounts of pent up mana that even the Grail and its rules could be affected? Damn, it was just her luck to be chosen to take part in an irregular War.
She refused the seat, opting to remain in her spot, where she had a good view of the majority of the room. Staying on her feet for hours on end wasn’t anything new, and comfort was hardly a priority in this situation.
“You are telling us something we don’t already know, Overseer. When in history was there ever a War where all Masters were not enemies of each other? It’s common knowledge to everyone participating.” Brynhilda drawled, levelling a narrow-eyes stare at the Father. “Who else are we waiting for and how much are you actually going to divulge about this apparent…changes in the rules?”
Name: Emory Lone Nickname: Galestorm Gender: Male Age: 27 Sexuality: Demisexual Role: Lead Assistant Rank: S Alignment: Balance Element: Wind Personality: Emory has many different aspects to his personality. He is often serious, maintaining a bland and unimpressed expression which can turn into a sharp scowl if faced with something – or someone – he dislikes (Chaos). On the other hand, he has a ready smile for everyone, and a soft spot for children (which means those younger than him).
Unknown to mere acquaintances, he has a humorous side, often displayed in the form of dry or sarcastic comments, especially when around the few people he fully trusts, a list which is currently composed of magic users steadfastly aligned with Balance. Emory only allows himself to be carefree, loud and active when in a place he feels safe, such as his home or the Headquarters. He is relatively caring in that while he doesn’t believe in sugar-coating the truth no matter how harsh it may be, he will break the news gently if that person is close to him, or is in visible distress, close to breaking down.
Emory is extremely practical, and strives to be a man of sound moral principles, and would stand by them no matter what it cost him. He can be stubborn and hard-headed when he believes he is right, and refuses to be convinced otherwise unless the opponent manages to bring sound logic into the argument. He refrains from judging people by first impression alone, and usually reserves his opinion until he knows them better. While he might be a hard person to offend, his temper is a slow simmering fire, not easily coerced to rearing up and retaliate, but the right trigger works like oil on fire, making it explosive and abrupt, but dwindles down quickly. The right trigger? Threatening his young’uns in his presence. The older ones can take care of themselves, but the younger evokes his mama bear instincts to the most primitive level. He will hunt the perpetrators down with extreme prejudice, and will stop at nothing until they are six feet under.
History: A member of an old family of magic users firmly on the side of Balance, Emory had grown up amongst magic for his entire life. His soft spot for those younger than him came from taking care of his younger siblings when his oft-absent parents were away. Even for a magic-user, he was a rather peculiar child, one who found solitude amongst tomes and quiet areas instead of running around in the sunlight and mucking about with other children. While he was not a genius by birth, his wholehearted concentration and great mental control paid off, allowing him to master his element to the finest level. His seriousness came from the need to grow up fast when his grandfather, along with his father, aunt and a handful of their colleagues were slaughtered during the battle to retrieve the Jewel from Dormammu. His mother was heartbroken, and Emory took on some of his late-father's responsibilities, as well as striving to take over his position in M.A.N.A. With his determination and growing strength, Emory slowly rose through the ranks, eventually achieving the position as Lead Assistant.
Name: Heinrich Venhaegen Nickname: Wrath (answers to this now) Gender: Male Age: 25 when he was changed
Sexuality: Asexual Role: Daemon Rank: Between Monster and Hell Alignment: Chaos Element: Earth Personality & slight history: Previously a dark magic user, Heinrich was different from his chaotic friends in that he prefers to keep his 'good' mindset alive alongside his 'bad' mindset, resulting in him having dual personalities, one calm and kind and the other sadistic and ruthless, that he refers to respectively, as "light" and "dark". His "light" side is reserved for his human friends and colleagues when he blends into human society. While this personality is forefront, he goes about under the guise of an everyday salaryman. He is carefree and cheerful, charismatic enough to appear likeable to strangers even with his dead eyes.
His "dark" side, though, is heavily influenced by his the way he utilizes his magic, slowly molded over time and after every enemy life he ends. While his dark side is prevalent, his speech and mannerisms become much more refined. He is still a bit laid back but he is much more sadistic and merciless, taking pleasure in using his ability to kill people in creative and grotesque ways. When he is dark, his powers are linked to his emotions, so the more hatred he feels for the faction of Balance - goody-two-shoes who he feels are denying the world a chance to taste true sin - the more forceful his powers become, but less controlled.
Keeping these dual personalities from bleeding into one another, or having his "light" side destroyed completely by his "dark" side, was at times very difficult. Having both was what made life interesting, after all. However, five years ago, the matter was taken out of his hands when a piece of the Yang shard entered him, feeding upon the hatred in his heart and in turn expanding it far beyond what he normally felt. This resulted in his dark side completely consuming his light, obliterating his humanity and any remaining goodness within, as well as turning him into the monstrosity he is now. Now all he feels is the need to fulfill the wishes of his leader and lead worshipper, and taking joy from slaughter. He still retains his logical, human mind, but now when he is pushed to his limit and his hatred triggers, he goes on a rampage, and the only way to stop him is to either outright kill him or when he has lost sight of/killed his enemies.
Other: He is blind and so 'sees' via vibrations from the surface he stands on.
My preferred place to start for the timeline would be right after the timeskip about the time Kakazu and Hidan are rampaging through fire country in search for jinchuuriki. I'll probably play my Male character depending on which way the story we want to go, or I could use multiple. He is a missing nin from Cloud Village who is on very bad terms with the raikage. I can write a full backstory/description before my first post so you can have a better idea of him. In his backstory I have him as childhood friends with Yugito the 2 tails jinchuuriki, so that's a pretty simple way to activate him into any storyline around that time. He's not incredibly unique other than he uses Steel abilities(I don't remember if that was in the manga or not).
I am fine with diverging from the canon but have no specific desire to change anything off the top of my head. If you want to make a new genin team for Kakashi, I would be fine with that and it would be a simple way to introduce some interesting new characters. I do eventually want to diverge from the canon though in that I don't want the story to follow exactly as it does in the manga/anime, and with different characters the focus will obviously be pretty different.
I suppose we should have some sort of general idea of what to go for when we start. Do you have any specific ideas for what you want to do with Kakashi in terms of alteration from the regular story or do you more just want to try it out and see where it goes? My male character is sort of in a finding himself state since he doesn't have a home and isn't quite on the level of evil of akatsuki, so he could easily end up befriending kakashi and following him along.
I would actually like to leave Kakashi's team the way it is, but around that time, since each of his students are off doing their own thing, he has returned to ANBU as ordered by Tsunade. So on one of his missions, he can make a different call or something when tasked with hunting down missing-nin who are powerful enough to catch the Akatsuki's eye for recruitment and runs into your character. Of course, it wouldn't be realistic to have both of them hitting it off instantly, so maybe Kakashi could be going in undercover as a civilain in one of the smaller Hidden Villages like Grass or Waterfall or somehting, and a friendship is built between them before one finds out that the other is also a ninja. Kakashi then extends his offer of returning to Konoha with him. How does that sound?
Thanks for your interest, and Kakashi is fine, but I didn't mean I had any plans for him specifically if that's what it sounded like. I would prefer MxF, but am willing to play both female and male characters. This is of course if there is going to be romance involved, but i have 0 problem with doing a MxM where they aren't romantically involved. I have no issue if your character is homosexual though.
If that's the case, then I will play Kakashi as he is against your character. Male or female is totally up to you. Depending on the age and when in the timeline you plan to start, I might have Kakashi already romantically involved with someone else. But that said, romance is going to be a sub-plot anyway. That said, when in the timeline do you want to begin? Also, do you want to diverge from canon (meaning no canon genin team for Kakashi)? And what is the story for your character (are they Akatsuki? Missing-nin, etc)?
@Mr Infinity I'd love to play Kakashi, but was just wondering if you are looking to do MxM or MxF? Also, I haven't watched the anime (too much fillers) nor have I played the games but I have read the manga from start to finish and watched a couple of the movies.
The Hub, 5th September 2016 Interaction: Stephanie Rogers @DrewVonAwesome
The quinjet touched down smoothly and Natasha was immediately out of her seat and marching down the lowering hatch. Her suit, once a pristine black, was now dotted with specks of soot and plaster powder. It was meant to be a simple enough package surveillance mission, but her intel had been a couple of days old, which meant by the time she reached her destination, said package had already exchanged hands and awaiting transport. With no backup, radio silence and thirty minutes until the package was moved, she had been forced to make a decision. The result was probably less ideal than the Director would have liked, but either way, she had the drive, the exact location and layout of the base as well as having wiped all evidence of her presence and thus granted SHIELD plausible deniability should the Croatian government pin the blame on them. All in all, Fury wouldn't be receiving any backlash from her actions, which he should be grateful for. Besides, every action she took had been detailed and reasoned in the short post-mission report she had filled out on the way back and currently tucked into her belt. She would rewrite it properly later when there was time.
The elevator rose without a sound, stopping three floors up. Natasha stalked through the wide hallway, not stopping for anything or anyone as she headed for the office of her mission handler. To her annoyance, he wasn't in and she bypassed the single lock on his door swiftly. Picking up a pen from the table, she scrawled a quick note upon a post-it to inform him of her decision to keep the drive until he was personally here to take it, and to expect her post-mission report on his desk by the end of the week. Because she sure as hell was not going to leave something this important in an inadequately protected office, even if this was the Hub. And if he couldn't be bothered waiting around for an agent's return, she wasn't going to bother giving him the courtesy of handing in her paperwork before time. Maybe her time with Coulson as her handler had spoiled her for anyone less competent.
A few feet away from the office and someone appeared near-silently by her side. It was only the familiarity of this agent that stopped her from lashing out instinctively.
"May." Natasha acknowledged, not breaking her stride.
"Romanov." Agent May returned the greeting. "Hill is requesting your presence in the main bay as soon as you arrived. Which was five minutes ago."
Inwardly, Natasha sighed, sparing a glance towards the first right-hand curve she came across before taking the opposite turn which will bring her to Hill. On anyone else, the look could be interpreted as longing, but she knew there was no time for a quite change and shower, no matter how much she wanted to clean the grimy feeling out of her hair and skin.
"Was there anything else?"
"None. Though you might need this if the way Hill looks is any indication."
Both agents stopped, Natasha glancing down at May's outstretched hand which held two small disks and a spare garrote. Her eyes darted up a second later, an eyebrow rose in question. Nevertheless, she accepted the weapons with a nod of thanks, removing the used garrote from her brace and replacing it with the new ones. The taser disks went into the previously empty slots at her hip. May took the old garrote from her hands and walked away, tossing a half-wave over her shoulder. Arsenal replenished, Natasha rounded another corner and turned her head to allow the scanner access to her eyes, feeling a trite better. The door slid open without further prompting. Another few steps, a couple of turns and Natasha spotted the familiar figure of Captain Rogers up ahead. Sidling up behind the Captain on silent feet, the Black Widow made sure to stay slightly to the right and a few steps behind just in case the supersoldier was caught by surprise. It wasn't likely, given her enhanced senses, but she didn't live this long by being careless, even around allies. Especially around super-powered allies.
"Captain." She said quietly. "Any insight on why Hill requested us?"
Also, Loki, you don't need to tag people in the ICE given that they should do reading all the posts.
Noted. I have a habit of tagging who I am currently interacting with so there wouldn't be any confusion when things get serious. Else everyone would be asking everyone else who their characters are talking to. And that was to let Gingerboi know I've got my Hunter's starter up. Also good night ^-^
Nah, it's cool. The Hunters can eventually have a big get together. Or not, seeing as their personalities might rub each other the wrong way before five minutes' even up
Age: 40 Apparent age: Late 20s Character Appearance: With striking red hair, green eyes, standing at the height of 170cm and weighing 59kg, Natasha Romanov has been described as your classic Russian beauty in terms of facial appearance, hour-glass figure and healthy light-tanned skin. Her red hair and green eyes make her stand out even more, while her honed skills allow her to fade into the crowd despite her striking looks. Arching eyebrows, a delicate jawline and defined cheekbones, one would think her a high-born woman for wealth, poised and elegant.
However, beneath her choice of attire - whether it be her S.H.I.E.L.D. catsuit, a cocktail dress or casual shirt and jeans - lies a well-tone body with lithe muscles and no excess fat. Her skin may look soft and flawless from a distance, but up close, one would be able to see the various scars collected overt the years if uncovered by clothes.
Generally, Natasha does not allow emotions to be expressed on her face, or even in her eyes. She is stoic, quiet, but always observing. On ocassion though, when surrounded by people she is comfortable with, rare smiles and laughter can be drawn out of her. Other times, her eyes become unshuttered, allowing her thought to surface.
Personality: The entirety of Romanov's character is hard to distinguish based on how she lies and tricks people for a living. She is capable of convincingly portraying friendly and flirtatious, timid, vulnerable and scared. For the most part, she is a level-headed, strong-willed and independent woman. Romanov normally maintains a controlled, almost emotionless persona to keep whatever she is thinking a secret unless she is around people she absolutely trusts. Although she is more than willing to rush into deadly battle and other unnerving missions for S.H.I.E.L.D., she is not completely fearless. There are things in the universe much, much, stronger than herself. She knows this, but sometimes, no matter how hard she tries, the fear surfaces, if only for a moment.
Though a very serious agent, Romanov is by no means stuffy and has a sarcastic sense of humor, which mostly surfaces when she is with people whom she is comfortable around, namely her handler, the director and varies other senior agents she has worked extensively with. Romanov is smart and loyal, never forgetting debts she feels owed to any who has saved her, and made a positive change in her life. While tough and at times ruthless, she is still a good person and can be quite heroic in her own right. These qualities usually surface when someone she feels a strong bond with is in danger. And no matter how injured she is in battle, Romanov will go out her way to make sure bystanders are out of harm's way, knowing full well that she is capable of defending herself till the bitter end, unlike civilians. Her decisions are influenced by her loyalty to people, her analysis of a situation, and of course, the possibility of her getting scot-free after.
As a result of her childhood and not being able to trust anyone in the Red Room, she considers her close friends as her family. While she often believe that "Love is for children", that doesn't stop her from forming emotional bonds with her friends. Romanov was sterilized as a rite-of-passage for her graduation from the training she underwent in the Red Room, and even the experimental serums injected into her did not change that. This event affects her deeply, even if she doesn't care to admit it, looking at it as just another advantage with which she can utilise to complete other jobs.
Characters Abilities: Human - super-soldier: The Russian-made serum injected into her during her period in the Red Room has gifted her with the ability to perform at a peak human condition. That doesn't mean hers is comparable with Steve Roger's enhancements, as she doesn't have super-strength or accelerated healing.
Characters Skills: Master Spy: Romanov is a dangerous secret agent highly skilled in espionage, stealth, disguise, infiltration, and demolitions. Her talents and years of experience have enabled her to reach a high ranking as a special agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. She often resorts to seducing men to obtain her goals while working undercover and her ability to lie is so extraordinary that Nick Fury created a Lie Detector that he hoped she could not deceive.
Master Martial Artist: Romanov is extremely skilled in the field of martial arts, having mastered arts such as karate, judo, aikido, savate, boxing, lucha-libre style wrestling and multiple styles of kung fu.
Master Acrobat: Romanov incorporates gymnastics and acrobatics into her fighting style as she battles opponents.
Master Assassin: Romanov is very skilled in the art of assassination, considered to be one of the most dangerous assassins in the world. She is known to have killed many people during her time serving the KGB and S.H.I.E.L.D.
Expert Marksman: She is a very accurate marksman skilled in sharpshooting.
Multilingualism: She is fluent in Latin, Russian, English, French, German, Chinese, and various other languages.
Strategic Intellect: Romanov possesses the ability to quickly process multiple information streams (for example, threat assessment, escape plans) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations.
Black Widow's Bite: Electroshock weapon that can deliver powerful electrical discharges from two bracelets worn by Black Widow.
Black Widow's Batons: Electroshock weapons that can deliver powerful electrical shocks to incapacitate her targets.
Garrote: She carries a garrote inside one of her bracelets.
Taser Disks: The buckle of her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform's belt contains small, flat disks that has the capabilities of a standard hand-held taser.
Like any other human, she is susceptible to illness, grievous injuries, critical wounds, and mind control. On top of that, her uniform offers limited protection as it is merely a bulletproof material to some extent, unlike Iron Man's titanium-gold alloy suit, and she doesn't have a vibranium shield either.
There's always something or someone in the world that is stronger than you. That she knows, but has always supressed her fear of the unknown. She is calm, controlled and unflappable. But throw her into a real-life situation where she knows she is genuinely out of her depth and wouldn't be able to defeat in her lifetime and the next (i.e Hulk) and her long-suppressed fears will shatter her cool. There's nothing more overwhelming than staring Death in the face when there're are still a bunch of things uncrossed on your bucket list.
Her loyalty and emotional attachments are at times her strength and her kryptonite. If she has given someone her loyalty, she will always stand by them and help out whichever way possible. But that also allows the same person to hurt her where no one else can: her heart. While her body is trained to withstand the most extreme of torture, her heart is a fragile thing still, and can cripple her emotionally and/or influence some of her decisions.
Origin Story: Natasha Romanova's earliest memories is of her being raised from the very start of her life (that she can remember) by the U.S.S.R.'s "Black Widow Ops" Program. Petrovitch took her in, and with another 28 young female orphans, entered her into the covert "Red Room" facility, where she was trained in combat and espionage. There, she was injected with the Russian-made serum modeled after Erskine's formula. However, the formula was still not up to par, and she was thrown back into the "Black Widow Program". As part of the espionage training, she had artificial memories of a normal childhood implanted, which allows her to seamlessly fabricate a cover story whenever necessary. After her training, she was eventually arranged to marry Alexi Shostakov, a distinguished Soviet test pilot. As a final ceremony to complete her training period, Natasha was sterilized, as to avoid any distractions and focus solely on her missions, which was something she deeply regretted years later, although she had lng since got over it.
The Soviet government intelligence (KGB) decided that the skill set of this couple would make them superb special operatives, and split them up while Alexi was away on a mission. Trained as the Red Guardian, Alexi became the Soviet Union’s answer to the United States’ Captain America. Natasha was told that her husband died in an experimental rocket crash, and was drafted into the KGB. She became their best operative, becoming excellent at fighting and information gathering. During this time she received further training from the Winter Soldier. It was here she was first dubbed the “Black Widow.”
Due to both her expertise and her growing threat to global security, Natasha quickly appeared on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar, prompting Director Nick Fury to send Agent Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye, to eliminate her. Hawkeye disobeyed this order, recognizing her skill, and recommended her for recruitment for S.H.I.E.L.D. At the behest of Director Fury, she later defected from Russia and joined the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. From that moment on, she developed a lasting partnership with Barton. Together they had missions in Budapest, Abidjan, and many other locations.
Between the time she was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. and joining the Avenger's Initiative, she ran multiple team and solo missions around the world, assassinations, undercover, surveillance, protection detail and the like, some of which includes watching Tony Stark, taking out known H.Y.D.R.A. bases and retrieving stolen advanced weaponaries from dangerous organisations. After the establishment of the Avengers Initiative, she took part in stopping Galactus and helping to stop the new-rising Underground power.
Story Arcs: - With the reemergance of the Winter Soldier, she set off on a personal, solo mission to track him down ans see if she can break HYDRA's control over him. - Department X wants one of their deadliest assets back and will go to any lengths to get their hands on her. They want her for the serum in her blood and if possible, brainwash her like they did the Winter Soldier. That way, they can both create more super-soldiers and acquire another great asset. [More to come when inspiration strikes...]
Supporting Cast: (if no one claims these canons) Allies & Friends: Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Clint Barton, S.H.I.E.L.D Enemies: The Red Room, H.Y.D.R.A, Department X
She had been tensed since she had found out that Ross sent the others to the Raft – just plucked them off the tarmac in Berlin and dropped them in the middle of the ocean with no stops in between. And now she was annoyed with Steve because he had given her the task of tracking down the confiscated gear when all she really wanted was to get eyes on Clint. Because she knew damn well that the archer hated being confined and she was more worried than she cared to admit about what the last eight days might have done to him. But Steve was still their leader so she acquiesced with a huff of frustration, breaking away from him as soon as they hit the second level and headed down the dark hallway, their best guess as to where Ant Man’s suit, Falcon’s wings and Clint’s bow were locked away.
She found it all in the third place she searched – a tactical weapons armory – and stepped over the unconscious bodies (really, for a fortified prison, it had been far too easy to take everyone out with a gas before they breached) to get to them. Lang’s suit looked unaltered, but Clint’s bow was broken in two and Falcon’s wings laid disassembled on a table, like someone took them apart to try to see how they worked. She checked her watch. It was time to get back to the jet. If everything went off as planned, Steve and the rest of them should be heading there by now.
Quickly, Natasha scanned the pile of gear and grabbed Ant Man’s suit, leaving Sam’s kit behind because it was in too many pieces to carry easily, and really, it’s replicable. She spared a half a second to mourn Clint’s bow – it was his favorite – but grabbed his quiver. It was easily replaceable too, but she knew he was going to be pissed about the bow so she wanted to have something to offer him in consolation. Forty-seven seconds after she entered the armory, she was sprinting down the corridor, making for the quinjet.
When she arrived at the landing bay, a rush of relief swept through her as Wilson entered the jet. Everything went as planned, then. Steve stuck his head out, met her steady gaze with a troubled one before ducking back inside. Apprehension was not enough to break her stride, and Natasha trotted up the rear hatch briskly. Her eyes did a rapid scan before going wide for a split second. Clint laid on a gurney covered in too much blood. It brought back too many bad memories of screwed up missions, of pressing her hands against a gaping wound, of willing her field partner to hold on long enough for the med team. Her mind reeled slightly because it didn't make sense. Did one of the guards somehow remained conscious and managed to get a shot off? The thought was dashed quickly as she catalogued his visible injuries. Raspy breath, swelled eyelid and bruised skin. He had been beaten. But there was no time to stop and ask questions because they still had to get out of here and it was not her job to take care of him. Mission parameters stated that right now her job was to fly them to safety.
Without another word, Natasha headed into the cockpit, strapped into the pilot’s seat, and ignored Steve when he claimed the seat beside her. They kept the silence. It was more important than ever that she remained mentally focused and complete the objective. Once they were in the air and the tension of being caught eased away, she realized that her hand had gone unconsciously to the small pendant around her neck, rubbing the golden arrow with her forefinger. Immediately, her hand went back to the controls and stayed there. Natasha Romanov was not superstitious, had never been and never will be. Either Clint would be okay or he wouldn't, and no sentimental piece of jewelry was going to change that.
Even if deep, deep down, the tiniest, non-cynical part of her entire being wished it would.
Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, [u]not blood-related[/u], thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done.
And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, <span class="bb-u">not blood-related</span>, thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done. <br><br>And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?</div>
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