[ splitting up the team had been difficult, but necessary. a last resort. the U.N. had gathered too many resources against them, and SHIELD was riding high in its efforts to reclaim and jail, if not rebrand, its three rogue assets.
wanda was laying low in edinburgh. steve, in rome, where they had resources of their own to collect.
natasha, it seems, has been made one too many times by too many agencies. completely burned. and their last fight left them all bruised in some way.
she enters the village with a straight spine, calm and gently gracious with her hosts, but... there's exhaustion carved in shadows under her eyes, in the slight strain of her walk β the right knee, maybe. long distance banter had been a welcome reprieve, but life on the run had been a touch harder this time around. probably because she was with people she cared for, who deserved better than shadows.
her attendants lead her down the path where a group of huts are comfortably spaced apart, and there he is. the one she likes to joke with, the one who's nearly killed her twice. is that a new arm? nat bows her head to the village guides as they depart, and she sets her pack down, squaring her shoulders. ]
You look good, Barnes. [ her lips quirk mildly to one side. ] Or should I say, neighbor.
we love trash
wanda was laying low in edinburgh. steve, in rome, where they had resources of their own to collect.
natasha, it seems, has been made one too many times by too many agencies. completely burned. and their last fight left them all bruised in some way.
she enters the village with a straight spine, calm and gently gracious with her hosts, but... there's exhaustion carved in shadows under her eyes, in the slight strain of her walk β the right knee, maybe. long distance banter had been a welcome reprieve, but life on the run had been a touch harder this time around. probably because she was with people she cared for, who deserved better than shadows.
her attendants lead her down the path where a group of huts are comfortably spaced apart, and there he is. the one she likes to joke with, the one who's nearly killed her twice. is that a new arm? nat bows her head to the village guides as they depart, and she sets her pack down, squaring her shoulders. ]
You look good, Barnes. [ her lips quirk mildly to one side. ] Or should I say, neighbor.