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Oct. 18th, 2020 at 3:42 PM
Who: Natasha and Bruce
What: Natasha is still angry
Where: Bruce’s apartment
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: TBD
Natasha had not followed any of Bruce’s advice, not after the comments he’d made to her. She was angry, and she didn’t handle anger well. Instead, she focused on what she did do well, which was taking down the bad guys. She laid a bit lower than the other ‘heros’ but that had always been her MO. She took out Leatherface, and Krueger, and what seemed to be a mustachioed Jack the Ripper knock off, but that hadn’t made her injuries any better.
Then of course, the bad guys had disappeared. Tony seemed to get control of the portals again (not that Natasha had doubted that he would) and things seemed to be normal again. Which meant the only thing she could focus on was waiting… waiting for the team to be reassembled… waiting for the Captain to show up, or Rhodey, or hell, even Rocket at this point would be welcome. Natasha had never been good at waiting, she was always the sort of girl who made things happen, which is why she didn’t handle the blip so well, why she spent so much time trying to fix things and then… well, here they were. This was what it took. More waiting.
Agitated, she made her way to Bruce’s apartment. She could at least give him a piece of her mind for the things he had said. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she stomped down the stairs and banged on the door. He was the one who left. He wasn’t going to make her feel responsible for that… even if she was (and she knew it). She stood there for a few long moments, before realizing that he wasn’t home. What a normal person would have done was called, or sent a text, but Natasha didn’t always think like that. She knew how to pick locks, and she was going to be comfortable while waiting for Bruce. It wasn’t the first time she’d just let herself into one of the Avengers spaces before.
She was laying on her stomach across Bruce’s couch, reading one of the books in his apartment by the time he came in.
What: Natasha is still angry
Where: Bruce’s apartment
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: TBD
Natasha had not followed any of Bruce’s advice, not after the comments he’d made to her. She was angry, and she didn’t handle anger well. Instead, she focused on what she did do well, which was taking down the bad guys. She laid a bit lower than the other ‘heros’ but that had always been her MO. She took out Leatherface, and Krueger, and what seemed to be a mustachioed Jack the Ripper knock off, but that hadn’t made her injuries any better.
Then of course, the bad guys had disappeared. Tony seemed to get control of the portals again (not that Natasha had doubted that he would) and things seemed to be normal again. Which meant the only thing she could focus on was waiting… waiting for the team to be reassembled… waiting for the Captain to show up, or Rhodey, or hell, even Rocket at this point would be welcome. Natasha had never been good at waiting, she was always the sort of girl who made things happen, which is why she didn’t handle the blip so well, why she spent so much time trying to fix things and then… well, here they were. This was what it took. More waiting.
Agitated, she made her way to Bruce’s apartment. She could at least give him a piece of her mind for the things he had said. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she stomped down the stairs and banged on the door. He was the one who left. He wasn’t going to make her feel responsible for that… even if she was (and she knew it). She stood there for a few long moments, before realizing that he wasn’t home. What a normal person would have done was called, or sent a text, but Natasha didn’t always think like that. She knew how to pick locks, and she was going to be comfortable while waiting for Bruce. It wasn’t the first time she’d just let herself into one of the Avengers spaces before.
She was laying on her stomach across Bruce’s couch, reading one of the books in his apartment by the time he came in.