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Maria had found Phil, and she was sad to have to admit that he'd confirmed her doubts. He'd also said that this was Wonderland, had mentioned some of what happened and a few names had come up. Friends - Avengers. After Maria had gotten to the seventh floor she'd seen just how many names that included. They spanned both sides of the hall and, unless there were more, seemed to all be sectioned to one floor.

That Maria would wonder on later, whether it was another threat or something to be worried about, although with some of the names present it was definitely something to worry about. She'd gone down the whole floor checking each name, taking note of the ones that were familiar to her. Thirteen total, both SHIELD and civilian. If some of that wasn't a target...

Maria tried to push the thought from her mind for the minute. It was getting late, although she had no idea exactly how long she'd been here (or if the time was even the same). She stopped outside of Natasha's door on her way back, ignoring her own room for the minute. Names had come up, and maybe she wanted someone else to tell her that she wasn't hallucinating. Giving a quick but loud knock Maria took one step back from the door, looking down the hall again just in case Natasha wasn't in, and to keep a look for anyone (or anything) else.

She hadn't been expecting company, but that didn't always mean anything here, especially when she'd made so many acquaintances who kept as odd hours as she did. Not to mention the ones she shared a homeworld with.

When she opened the door to find Maria in the hall, however, she spares a moment to be surprised at the unexpected sight of the woman, blinking at her a moment as she adjust to this new information.

Then her lips curve into a crooked little grin as she leans against the door frame. "Fashionably late as always. At least I'm not bleeding out this time."

"I had something to do." As always. "And you'd miss it if I did something else."

Admit it, Natasha, you might have missed her a little. However long you've been here, anyway - that detail she doesn't have. That detail she'll be sure to get soon, and from everyone. It was slightly a nightmare how many of them were there.

"You going to let me in. It's been a long day." Between Coulson, Ward and being kidnapped to another universe or dimension or who even knew. It was just a very long day.

"I probably would have let you in anyway, but now you sound like you could use a drink," Natasha counters, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don't we head down to the bar instead and you can fill me in. Or I can fill you in. Or both, that's more likely here. I take it you've gotten the rundown?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she steps out into the hall and tugs her door shut behind her, fully intending to lead the way down the hall towards the stairs.

God, Natasha. There's a soft groan, and Maria wishes that she'd just gone to bed. Long days did not (in this case) mean taking her to a bar, not when the long days ended up with an explanation involving the words you are in Wonderland and being kidnapped to another dimension.

It doesn't stop Maria following, because otherwise she is not going to get anything from Natasha - not when she will easily be halfway down the hall otherwise.

"Why does 'long day' trigger bar to you?" What was wrong with sitting and getting the facts over coffee in her room, because Maria was slightly doubting that there would be too much fact sharing happening. Bars, Natasha.

"I think the important question is why doesn't 'long day' trigger bars with you," Natasha tossed back when the woman started following her. "Besides, I happen to find them relaxing. It helps me unwind after a long day. It's familiar. Then again, so is the gym, but I thought you'd prefer sharing a drink to a sparring session with me."

"Neither of those were how I was planning on relaxing." Although her idea of relaxing and any plans that Maria may have had were immediately changed once she'd found herself in Wonderland. Relaxing wasn't so much on the cards as finding out everything she could for the moment.

And, before any witty remarks come in, she's perfectly capable of relaxing she just has her own way.

"How often do you end up there?" How comfortable have you had to get here?

"Why do I suspect relaxing wasn't in your plans to begin with?" Natasha countered, flashing a grin over her shoulder at the woman as she catches up and they start down the stairs. "It'll be good for you. "It depends on what's going on, but there's not much to do here on some nights, so people often drift down when they're in search of company or just tired of their own rooms. There's a diner upstairs too. I've heard the pie is amazing."

"Because you have no faith." And whilst Maria may have been terrible at relaxing, and particularly of Natasha's brand, the day - no, the past few days that she (that they both) had had meant that she really needed to. Wine was on the cards, or maybe something stronger if she hadn't already finished that the last time. She couldn't remember.

Apparently now it was going to be the something stronger. Taking down SHIELD, Stark, Congress and now another strange dimension. She might just happen to multitask whilst she's relaxing - drink and information gathering, it worked for her.

"You've only heard?" Didn't fancy trying it out for yourself? And no, she's not in the mood for pie too, even if she hasn't yet eaten. "How far's the bar?"

"Haven't gotten around to it yet, although I keep meaning to." Ned seemed interesting and apparently Souji spent a lot of time there too, so she had reason to stop by sometime soon. "The diner's up on the top floor, if I remember right. The bar's down on Four. Run by a young woman named Jo. She's interesting. You might like her."

"You were wrong about the last person you said that about." Just pointing that out, Natasha. Whatever your criteria for who Maria befriends is clearly... not so easy to pin down. You're friends with her.

"Should I ask any questions now or wait until you've gotten me a drink first?" They had three flights of stairs to get down, she could fit a lot of questions in to that and she'd probably still have enough left for the bar. If she got to ask them at all. Bars.

"Was I?" Natasha arches an eyebrow at that, trying to remember who the last person had been. "And I said might. It's not my fault you're so difficult."

And yes, she is. Whether that's due to Maria's tendency to be difficult or Natasha's irritating persistence remains to be seen. "You can ask now, if you like. We have time."

Maria would go with irritating persistence, or just irritating in some cases. It always did depend on what they were currently getting into. Crazy fun.

"Then I'll start with 'how long have you been here'. I figure I don't need to ask about if you know about everyone that's here." Everyone they knew. It was Natasha, she'd know, but when you lived in such close proximity to them it could make them hard to miss.

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"About five months now," Natasha answers easily as they descend. "Back home, it was just after the mess in DC. And a good number of us all showed up here right around the same time, although where we're all drawn from has been all over the place. Tony and Pepper were back from their whole mess with AIM, Coulson's here from his time with his team - thanks for that secret, by the way. Remind me to give Fury a piece of my mind if the man ever shows up here. If my superiors keep faking their death, I'm going to start demanding a raise for emotional hazard pay."

"You can demand that when you start planning their funerals." Would you like that task, Natasha? Maria can promise hours of mindless fun with it.

"Rogers and Wilson? Are they from DC too?" Maria knew they were there at least, and knowing the when would help for when she actually spoke to them - maybe after this, or more likely after she'd slept.

"No one wants that. I suspects it's terribly difficult to come back from cremation," she drawls dryly, deadpan as she flicks a glance over at the other woman.

"They are, yes. From near the end of the fighting. Barnes, though. He's from back before Hydra. He remembers falling from the train Steve thought he'd died on and that's the last of it." There's no ears here, but just in case, she lowers her voice for Maria alone, glancing around as she confides information they've all been keeping close in their time here. "He knows what happens, but we've been keeping it quiet in general. The others just think he's Steve's old war buddy."

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