008 || [Action] || 4th wall

[theassassin]

[Natasha is sitting on a bench in the park, it's a fairly nice morning to people watch. She hadn't intended on going out at all this weekend, but... she had to see. The last time this happened...

Well, needless to say the last time this happened she was fortunate enough to have the chance to see who she needed to see at the time.

That might be why she's here now, just sipping from a paper coffee cup, and watching, waiting for possible familiar faces.]

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[fuckyeahloki]

[He doesn't walk up to her, no, he's sure she would hear his approach, instead he simply appears just behind her, leaning over her shoulder and murmuring at her ear.]

All alone, little spider?

[theassassin]

[She stiffens when she feels the presence behind her, the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. She saw Bruce's broadcast, and this is not who she would have liked to see.]

I was. It seems I have company now, though.

[fuckyeahloki]

Tell me, how does it compare? Your fragile humanity to the more lasting and durable aspects of your fellow Avengers. Do you feel your aches and pains growing more every day? The cold fingers of age creeping in?

[He chuckles and it is not a pleasant sound. Then straightens.]

[theassassin]

[She makes a sound that's a half scoff, and glaces at him with an arched brow.]

You've clearly mistaken me, I'm not that same little spider you think you know so well.

[fuckyeahloki]

Then clearly, I ought not flay you and leave your skin where your fellows might find it and despair. [Nope. Not buying it.]

[theassassin]

[For a god, and one capable of such deception, you real are foolish.]

Up to you. [She sets the coffee cup down on the seat next to her.] But these here, are familiar but they are not my same friends, just the same as you are not the same Loki that I know. [She quirks a little smirk.] Though, your fashion sense is a small improvement.

[godlyendowment]

[Hercules just so happens to notice Natasha on the bench. He contemplates for a moment between the dramatic run up and his other choice, which he eventually decides upon. He stands dramatically, his mostly bare and hirsute chest heaving as he bellows a hearty laugh and points from where he stands.]

Is that the most deadly and beautiful of Champions I see?

[Yes, he is shouting from the good 50 some feet away he stands.]

[theassassin]

[.... Facepalm. Oh Hercules.. honestly?

But she does smile a bit and gesture for him to come closer.]

It depends on who's asking.

[godlyendowment]

[Hercules seemingly scoffs, pressing a hand to his chest in mock-offense. He does, however, begin to stroll closer.]

How many men do you know who can possibly be confused with me?

[theassassin]

[Aww.. She knows it takes a bit more than that to bruise an ego like his. But she does set her cup down and stands, because there is probably going to be an inevitable embrace coming at very soon.]

None that I've seen, at last not here.

[godlyendowment]

There is no one like me here, there, or anywhere!

[He is all smile and open arms, just as Natasha predicted.]

And if you need further proof, there is also no one that hugs like me!

[theassassin]

[She steps into the embrace with a smile.]

No, no one hugs like you. How have you been?

[godlyendowment]

[The hug is tight but not smothering... and not as strong as expected, depending on if Natasha was expecting the strength of a demigod.]

Oh, you know. Teaching the future generations of heroes and all that. Quite rewarding, really.

[theassassin]

[Of course she was, unless of course he's not the very same Hercules she was involved with.

Her own hug in return is as strong as it ever has been.]

You have more patience than I do.

[godlyendowment]

I find that most people who have dealt with me often have more patience than they think.

[He shrugs a bit, but is still all smile.]

I've been gaining some perspective since becoming mortal.

[theassassin]

That's probably true.

[Her brow narrows.]

When did that happen?

[Since the whole reason she left in the first place was based on the whole... demigod- immortality thing.]

[imitateverything]

Who gave you leave?

[He speaks from behind her though maybe she already knew he was there. Fury's tone is more relaxed than commanding.]

Day made.

[theassassin]

[She knows, but she's not sure who. When she turns to look she raises a brow. There's only one person he could be, she offers him a tiny quirk of her lips.]

You must be Clint's Fury. You've got a little less hair than mine.

]And she's whip quick when it comes to putting things together. She's heard about you.]

you say that now but....

[imitateverything]

Clint's Fury? Nobody told me I've taken up wearing a different face for each of you.

[He's watching her for her body language, any facial ticks. It's the only Natasha he knows as far as he's concerned.]

Heh..

[theassassin]

[She can feel him watching. It's okay, she's used to it.]

Not so much for each of us as much as different versions of us from different universes.

[imitateverything]

Sounds like you've been traveling beyond the call of duty, agent. How far?

[He talks like this is average information exchange, nothing more than a casual reconnaissance update.]

[theassassin]

It's not so much a matter of how far, sir, as it is the road that was traveled.