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entrancelogs2014-05-26 10:19 am
widows_kiss) wrote in entrancelogs2014-05-26 10:19 am
[OPEN] One of those days...
Who: Natasha and [OPEN]
Where: the bar
When: backdated to this past Tuesday (5/20)
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: It's not every day your son shows up from the future. (At least, she really hopes not. Once was plenty.)
The Story:
Natasha's somewhat come to terms with the strangeness Wonderland seems insistent about dropping into their laps. Some of it is beyond expectation and for the most part she's done her best to roll with that, take it in stride, from people showing up from all manner of timelines and alternate realities, to talking to living breathing fictional fairy tale characters and even to her teammates and enemies belting out Disney ballads to one another without warning. She thought she was handling it fairly calmly.
And then James had shown up this morning with the information that he was her son - her and Steve's son. From the future. Oh, and in his world she gets to die somewhere in the next three years by a rogue AI out to destroy humanity. She was really hoping he was from one of those alternate realities like the one the female Hawkeye had arrived from, because if that was her fate... She really would have been much happier never knowing.
Not that she held any of this against the kid - she didn't - but it was still a lot to digest. Which was why she'd abandoned her usual haunts for the evening in favor of finding a stool at Ellen's bar. She'd tried spending the afternoon in training, trying to exhaust herself and outrun the circling thoughts, but that had been less successful than she'd hoped. Maybe the alcohol would do a better job. Not that she was one to over-indulge, usually. And it took a lot for her to get to the level of intoxication she was partially craving. She wasn't even sure that was wise, considering everything, but for one night, maybe she'd be a little reckless.
Still, she sent off a text to her teammates of 'Unless there's an emergency, I'm taking the night off. In the bar if you need me.' before she got started. Just in case.
Where: the bar
When: backdated to this past Tuesday (5/20)
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: It's not every day your son shows up from the future. (At least, she really hopes not. Once was plenty.)
The Story:
Natasha's somewhat come to terms with the strangeness Wonderland seems insistent about dropping into their laps. Some of it is beyond expectation and for the most part she's done her best to roll with that, take it in stride, from people showing up from all manner of timelines and alternate realities, to talking to living breathing fictional fairy tale characters and even to her teammates and enemies belting out Disney ballads to one another without warning. She thought she was handling it fairly calmly.
And then James had shown up this morning with the information that he was her son - her and Steve's son. From the future. Oh, and in his world she gets to die somewhere in the next three years by a rogue AI out to destroy humanity. She was really hoping he was from one of those alternate realities like the one the female Hawkeye had arrived from, because if that was her fate... She really would have been much happier never knowing.
Not that she held any of this against the kid - she didn't - but it was still a lot to digest. Which was why she'd abandoned her usual haunts for the evening in favor of finding a stool at Ellen's bar. She'd tried spending the afternoon in training, trying to exhaust herself and outrun the circling thoughts, but that had been less successful than she'd hoped. Maybe the alcohol would do a better job. Not that she was one to over-indulge, usually. And it took a lot for her to get to the level of intoxication she was partially craving. She wasn't even sure that was wise, considering everything, but for one night, maybe she'd be a little reckless.
Still, she sent off a text to her teammates of 'Unless there's an emergency, I'm taking the night off. In the bar if you need me.' before she got started. Just in case.
Laaatte at Niiiight.
He's not about to approach her when he sees her sitting at the bar. She needs space. With whatever was going on and he has his own stuff to digest. A kid. A kid in another universe.
Truthfully he was pretty sure he had a kid in this universe. Or he might have. Still he sets the plate between the two of them, casually, completely ignoring her before he orders two whiskey shots and downs them both in succession.
Then, he pulls out a cheap Robert Ludlum novel, flipping through it listlessly.
Still ignoring her. Seemingly.
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It's said with fond amusement. For all that she'd come here seeking a little bit of space, she's had a chance to down a few shots of vodka and is currently working on something bright red and smelling of gin. She'd told Ellen to keep them coming and surprise her with whatever she felt like making. So far it seemed to be working out well.
She reached over and snagged one of his nachos to munch on in the meantime.
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He's smiling, but not with his eyes. It might be unsettling for most as he turns to face her before raising his book, "I'm reading. This place has me actually reading can you believe it?"
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He flipped a page in the book before setting it aside, "...Ever notice how these guys never get anything right about real spies?"
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I'm surprisingly very healthy."
He chews on a chip, "...Occasionally. Maybe. Remember Romania? When I lost all my luggage?"
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"Why punishing yourself?"