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Sep. 20th, 2020 at 2:21 PM
Who: Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner
What: Arriving in a new place
Where: Right outside the converted Stark Tower
When: Sunday afternoon
As she dangled in Clint’s hands, Natasha took just a second to take in the beauty of Vormir. If this was the place she was going to die, and she knew that it would be, she was going to take a second to admire it. The cool wind on her face, the purple skies and the dark greys of the mountains. The Sun was setting, from what she could tell, or maybe it was just slowly ducking behind some clouds. She was afraid, but she knew that she would rather die a million deaths than watch Clint do so. She sucked in a breath and promised him that it would all be okay. What other choice did they have? They were going to do whatever it takes.
She pressed her boots flatly against the cliff side and she pushed off, feeling her hand slip abruptly out of his. She closed her eyes to contain her tears, and the block the look on Clints face.
She hit the ground sooner than she’d thought, whacking her head pretty hard on the concrete. It was hot, but she was alive. She let out an absurd laugh, before she opened her eyes. Perhaps it was just the spirit of sacrifice that made the soul appear, the intent, and not the actual death. She was going to call out to Clint and when her eyes blinked open, she was flattened by absolute confusion.
She was staring at the New York Skyline. Something she’d stared at for ages, while she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do to fix the snap. Had they been called back already? Had the time been up? Had the button been pressed? She barely know how the time machine worked, despite multiple explanations, and the throbbing in her head from her landing was making it a bit harder to think. “Barton?” She called out, trying to figure out if he were around. He should have been right? They had been close in proximity.
What: Arriving in a new place
Where: Right outside the converted Stark Tower
When: Sunday afternoon
As she dangled in Clint’s hands, Natasha took just a second to take in the beauty of Vormir. If this was the place she was going to die, and she knew that it would be, she was going to take a second to admire it. The cool wind on her face, the purple skies and the dark greys of the mountains. The Sun was setting, from what she could tell, or maybe it was just slowly ducking behind some clouds. She was afraid, but she knew that she would rather die a million deaths than watch Clint do so. She sucked in a breath and promised him that it would all be okay. What other choice did they have? They were going to do whatever it takes.
She pressed her boots flatly against the cliff side and she pushed off, feeling her hand slip abruptly out of his. She closed her eyes to contain her tears, and the block the look on Clints face.
She hit the ground sooner than she’d thought, whacking her head pretty hard on the concrete. It was hot, but she was alive. She let out an absurd laugh, before she opened her eyes. Perhaps it was just the spirit of sacrifice that made the soul appear, the intent, and not the actual death. She was going to call out to Clint and when her eyes blinked open, she was flattened by absolute confusion.
She was staring at the New York Skyline. Something she’d stared at for ages, while she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do to fix the snap. Had they been called back already? Had the time been up? Had the button been pressed? She barely know how the time machine worked, despite multiple explanations, and the throbbing in her head from her landing was making it a bit harder to think. “Barton?” She called out, trying to figure out if he were around. He should have been right? They had been close in proximity.
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Natasha knew Bruce well enough to know that he was upset. She didn't know what would happen at the moment, but she stepped forward and placed both her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "Its okay. If Stark is here..." Natasha sighed, "Then we have a better chance of figuring out what we need to do to set things right."
Of course, she wasn't entirely convinced she wanted to. If this was a world were everyone came back and she didn't have to sacrifice herself for the soul stone, than why would she want to leave?
Still, he exhaled slowly and nodded. Despite everything, including the years apart (many more for her), she still knew how to keep him calm. "Maybe he'll at least know what happened. Why we don't remember the same things." Maybe he would know why Natasha looked so exhausted, and what it was she wasn't quite telling him. This definitely wasn't how he personally had wanted his first experience with time travel to go.
She took a few steps towards what seemed like a previous Stark building, mostly just based on its grandeur and design. “Yeah, I don’t get that part. And… well, you aren’t big and green so thats different.”
Maybe the Beatles were back together.
His eyebrows lifted at that last comment, but he was already instinctively following her, as he almost always had. "That's different how, exactly?" So now he wasn't even allowed to be himself? The lives of everyone he'd ever known had been threatened and the Hulk still wouldn't come out to defend himself and yet, five years in the future, he was apparently Natasha's first expectation. This place was terrifying already.