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[They were fighting. James was with her.

The last thing she actually remembered before being here was James-- the gorilla. That massive hulking beast that they ran into while trying to find the stasis chambers.

Well, that is one thing she has working in her favor, Jasper and James will certainly be looking for her.

She'd already tried to contact S.H.I.E.L.D's network for a Sitrep, and was unable to get a signal. Calling for an Evac. is looking like it's out of the question. So, she guesses it's time to switch tactics.

Her face is impassive as she looks into the screen. Blue-green eyes flick across the display then raise to glance around, before settling back on the screen.]

This is Agent Natasha Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D ID 31339. Code name Black Widow. This is an official request for information concerning my capture.

[Following the spoken words, she can be seen a moment before the image goes dark and the same information appears as a text message.]

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Agent Natasha Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D ID 31339. Code name Black Widow. This is an official request for information concerning my capture.

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[It doesn't take but a moment before she is back, a slight raise to her brows as she regards the device in expectation of response. This isn't the first time she's been captured, though, one of the first in quite some time that hasn't been orchestrated by her in an attempt to obtain information or part of a mission. She knows protocol.

She also knows that protocol doesn't always work in every situation, she prides herself in her ability to improvise, so she allows her expression to soften just a little.]

So, who wants to tell me what is going on? I'm pretty sure we'll all be happier if we do this the easy way.

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[ He doesn't pause to consider it, and instead merely shrugs, like it doesn't matter either way to him. But there's a part of him who wouldn't mind keeping her close, even if she's not his Natasha, she's still Natasha. ]

Help yourself to it. No one's touched anything, so it's exactly as you left it.

[ The smile returns. ]

It's for the best.

[She'd rather stay close. If he's anything at all like she knows him, then he's her strongest ally, at least since James isn't... James.]

Thank you.

[She finally blinks and shakes her head.]

I have no doubt of that.

[ He shrugs off her thanks, not one for the whole thanks yous and you're welcomes, and instead he walks through to the living room where he sits down, puts their coffees on the table. ]

It's easy enough to get hold of a place, but your stuff's here, and it'll be a pressure off until you're used to the place.

[ He's got questions, some that lead to Bucky - or, James, as she seems to know him as - but he knows their life, the secrecy, and it's not his place. ]

[She knows that well enough, but...she felt that despite the fact that she's not who he'd rather she be, he is still willing to allow her to stay here, and that warranted a rare thanks.]

I'm sure it is, but I'd rather... be near someone I know. Or at least, am somewhat familiar with. And the less pressure the better.

[He can ask, she will tell him. Because it's him, and he's one of the few people she does trust with at least some of her secrets.

She takes a seat on the couch near him, but not exactly next to him, and takes her much, holding it between her hands.]

The room on the right then? And which room is yours? Which is Coulson's? [To prevent confusion later.]

Edited 2012-11-04 00:23 (UTC)

It's your lucky day. This is a no pressure zone.

[ He'll build up to the questions; bombarding her with them all at once might scare her off, or, at least, if it were the other way around it's a possibility. He's all for treating others as he might like to be treated. ]

The left. Coulson's in the middle. We can't fight if he's there to get in our way, right?

Good. [Natasha flashes a small thankful smile.

He couldn't do any worse than she did with Bucky. She might actually deserve to be bombarded.]

We'll have to see I suppose. It's possible not even he can stop us if we really get going.

[ He laughs at that, a small, quiet thing that sees him looking down as he often does when it's a genuine one, and he reaches a hand to the back of his head, feeling for a lump that's long-since healed, the one that she gave to him - that his Natasha gave to him - in order to bring him back to himself.

He closes off then, trying to block out the memories that surround those events. ]

No, guess not. But then not many could. You win every time, but I never seem to learn.

You really never did.

[She glances down at her mug and then back to him again.]

. . . We're you two fairly evenly matched?

[ Did? He looks at her, but doesn't ask; he's not sure he wants to know. ]

We're the favourite field agents, the ones they want on the job, but never after hours. If she shows up, keep this to yourself, but I have the tendency to let her win.

[She notices, she has a reason for her question. The same as he has his reasons for not asking.]

So, you never had the sense that she was holding back? That she is much stronger than she let you believe?

[ He laughs at that, a quiet noise that sounds close to a chuckle. ]

All the time. [ When he says that he lets her win, it's less humouring her and more himself. ] Something I should know?

[She smiles at that to hear him laugh. She's learned her lesson with Ja-Bucky. She won't push her knowledge of anything on anyone else.]

Sounds about right, actually. [A little smile.] One of these days, I'll hand you your ass and let you know what it's really like to go up against me. I bet I'm nothing like what you're used to.

[ She might not be her, but she sure sounds like her, and that's a comfort if nothing else is. The memories are all different, he doesn't know if she knows him for the same reasons, but he's getting the impression they get along in both worlds. It's something. ]

You're on. There's a gym around here, but if it's gonna get brutal we could move the furniture to the side, make our own ring.

Perfect. I might actually like that idea better.

Works for me.

[ Easing up enough to relax back into the couch cushions, he takes a mouthful of cooling coffee, subtle as he watches her. ]

The bathrooms through there. [ He nods to another door. ] Sheets and towels are easy enough to find in the cupboards. Coulson must be out walking Fury, but he'll back eventually. Avoid any and all conversations about the last battle we had before coming here and you should be good.

[Confusion settles across her brow as she looks over at him.]

I wouldn't know which battle that was, so I guess that won't be an issue.

Edited (Oh icon roulette sometimes you make me LOL) 2012-11-07 04:38 (UTC)

[ He shrugs, hesitating as he debates whether or not it's really his place to explain, but he decides against it. Maybe when she's settled in, and she's been around enough, but right now he's not sure if spilling anything remotely personal is wife. ]

In case it comes up. It happens. [ But he is curious. ] You don't know him where you're from? Coulson, I mean.

[She shakes her head.]

Not well, no. I know of him.

A lot can be said about this place, but at least we get chances we wouldn't normally. Watch out if he's got a pen on him, he likes to keep us on our toes.

[ He smirks around a sip of coffee, and it's not easy to tell if he's actually joking or not. ]

I'm finding that out.

[She rolls her eyes a bit, as she shakes her head.]

Sounds little like Sitwell. Though, more often than not it's James and I keeping him on his toes.

Trust me, Sitwell's got nothing on him.

[ It's so odd to hear Bucky referred to as James, and he can't figure out their connection. ]

You and him have history?

I'll keep that in mind.

[She hesitates, taking a drink from her mug before she answers.]

We've known each other for quite a long time. Since the Red Room had me, and he was their Winter Soldier.

Winter Soldier.

[ The name rings a bell or two, words written on pages he's glanced at and probably shouldn't have. But he never looked too hard, never connected Bucky to the codename. ]

You never mentioned it. [ There's a pause, and then he adds: ] How old are you?

I'm sure there are many things I've never mentioned.

[Her eyes move to meet his, for a long silent moment, before she sighs.]

Do you want the honest answer?

No denying that.

[ He's probably covered almost everything with her - with his version of her, at least - but there's still things he's never told anyone, never will, and he knows that as dark as his past has been, hers goes beyond dark. ]

It's not like I'm gonna be running for the hills.

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