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edge_of_forever2012-05-22 02:26 pm
deadlyorigin) wrote in edge_of_forever2012-05-22 02:26 pm
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The exhileration that filled Natasha was edged with worry and fear in a way that it hadn't been in longer than she could recall. Not that she'd stop fighting. There was no way she'd stop fighting.
Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in? Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?
You know I do
The words ran through her head as she vaulted over a car, already unloading a clip into the nearest alien creature before her feet touched the ground. She wasn't doing this for Clint as much as she wasn't doing this for Fury. Natasha was there fighting for herself, for everyone she'd wronged and for everyone here that couldn't defend themselves.
Clip empty she let it fall away, slamming another in and turning to see a creature fall behind her, an arrow having taken it down.
"This is just like Budapest all over again," she smiled slyly, glancing at Clint over her shoulder.
"You and I remember Budapest very differently."
The words echoed in her head, You and I remember Budapest very differently. The light was too bright, too blue for it to be the sun. Natasha pushed up - up? - and looked around her, spying the woman in a bed across the room. Her hands went for her guns, but they weren't there, she wasn't even in her only clothes. She swore, low and in russian, spinning and looking for something, anything else.
There wasn't.
You know I do
The words ran through her head as she vaulted over a car, already unloading a clip into the nearest alien creature before her feet touched the ground. She wasn't doing this for Clint as much as she wasn't doing this for Fury. Natasha was there fighting for herself, for everyone she'd wronged and for everyone here that couldn't defend themselves.
Clip empty she let it fall away, slamming another in and turning to see a creature fall behind her, an arrow having taken it down.
"This is just like Budapest all over again," she smiled slyly, glancing at Clint over her shoulder.
"You and I remember Budapest very differently."
The words echoed in her head, You and I remember Budapest very differently. The light was too bright, too blue for it to be the sun. Natasha pushed up - up? - and looked around her, spying the woman in a bed across the room. Her hands went for her guns, but they weren't there, she wasn't even in her only clothes. She swore, low and in russian, spinning and looking for something, anything else.
There wasn't.