[ Natasha doesn't normally stay in five-star accommodation unless an operation calls for it — and when it does, there's no time for pay-per-view. It's a fantasy for the both of them, strung together from what people expect of an international super spy (nat watches plenty of films on planes, these days).
James Bond has it easy, she thinks, as she unloads her pack of supplies. Some wood, rations, water, a sleeping bag. More than they would have given her at the Red Room. ]
They aren't my first aliens. [ said neutrally, with a casual roll of her shoulders. Aliens still throw her off, undeniably, but the feeling won't show in her trained features. At least the Natha want something. An intelligent, goal-oriented player can be managed. And while she doesn't trust them, she won't shit-talk them in their own simulation system. ]
And most humans can't admit they were wrong. [ She was wrong about Tony Stark in her initial S.H.I.E.L.D. report. Maybe she'll tell him that, when he awakens. ]
[ Her gaze shifts back to Ava. ]
What about you?
[ Natasha can sense something between herself and the girl, thicker than the snow flurries. ]
[ sobbing in russian ]
James Bond has it easy, she thinks, as she unloads her pack of supplies. Some wood, rations, water, a sleeping bag. More than they would have given her at the Red Room. ]
They aren't my first aliens. [ said neutrally, with a casual roll of her shoulders. Aliens still throw her off, undeniably, but the feeling won't show in her trained features. At least the Natha want something. An intelligent, goal-oriented player can be managed. And while she doesn't trust them, she won't shit-talk them in their own simulation system. ]
And most humans can't admit they were wrong. [ She was wrong about Tony Stark in her initial S.H.I.E.L.D. report. Maybe she'll tell him that, when he awakens. ]
[ Her gaze shifts back to Ava. ]
What about you?
[ Natasha can sense something between herself and the girl, thicker than the snow flurries. ]