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Who: Scott McCall [

notmymccalling] and Natasha Romanoff [

widows_kiss]
Where: Gardens
When: 10/4 mid day/evening.
Rating: Teen
Summary: Sometimes even superhero spies need puppy cuddles.
The Story:
The day was bleak and Scott wasn't exactly feeling very responsible at the moment. He'd catch her scent and memories would overwhelm him. He'd see her across the hall and his heart would clench. He needed a breath of air and rain or no rain, he didn't care. Lydia said he needed to get out more, well, she never specified that it had to be in good weather. The rain washed away overwhelming scents and helped drown out his hearing and visibility. All around, it made him feel more human. As if all those extra senses didn't exist.

It was cool on his skin and helped ground him to reality. And reality happened to find him in the gardens before long, just listening to the soothing, constant patter of the rain against everything. If he focused, he could pin point different surfaces just by sound. Each had a different sound depending on what it was made of, from the roof to the ground and everything in between. Leaves and plants, trees, and skin--. Scott's eyes opened as he turned his head in the direction of that sound. He wasn't the only one out in the rain today, but he couldn't find--

And then he looks up. And in the tree to his right a spider is perched. Looking up at her, he keeps getting hit in the eyes despite his attempts to shield them from the rain. So, he takes a running jump, pulling himself up to a branch close to hers. Not close enough to get his ass stung if he startled her, but close enough. "You know it's raining, right?" The humour is light, but something about her, be it her expression or the chemosignals he was picking up, kept the humour from being too lively.

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"I did notice, yes."

Her tone is wry when he joins her in the tree, her gaze fond as she eyes him. She'd been watching him for a while now, his movements catching her eye in the otherwise still surroundings, left empty and quiet except for the rain. It was soothing and relaxing for her. She'd always loved the rain, loved how it smelled and felt and sounded. How it could close out the whole world if you let it.

She'd been out walking in it and her hair was still dripping, pushed back off her face from where she perches on a branch, just watching for a while. She hadn't been ready to go back inside, to where people were, but she didn't mind his presence here, joining her in the tree at the edge of the orchard.

"I could point out the same to you, you know. At least I have shelter. Sort of."

He smiles lightly and tucks his knees to his chest, leaning back against the trunk of the tree as he watched her. "Yeah, well, didn't you know dogs like to play in the rain?" He'll subject himself to that one if only to see her smile. "And I'd hardly call this shelter. You do know the mansion provides some pretty decent shelter." He scoots from his branch to hers and leans a shoulder against her, sitting behind her. Physical contact, even if he wasn't taking her pain, really did help some people when faced with upsetting circumstances.

"So, what's up? Besides 'us', I guess."

"I swear to god, Puppy, if you decide to get up here and shake off, I am pushing you out of this tree," she threatens, but there's laughter lurking in her voice and she leans back against him when he presses against her back, still carefully balanced on her own limb.

"And I'm aware it does. This works for now, though. I happen to enjoy the rain. It's peaceful. You can't hear it as clearly inside." And there were too many people, but she didn't supply that part.

He laughs but he also notices she distinctly doesn't answer his question. Her weight against him is enough for now. Don't worry, Tasha, he won't let you fall. And if you do, he'll catch you if your cat-like reflexes don't get the job done first.

"Maybe you can't." He teases but leaves it there. "It's nice. It helps drown out all the other noise. And if you focus on it hard enough, it even drowns out your own thoughts. Those are the perks of having a volume control on your hearing." He laughs lightly.

It has her flashing a curious look over her shoulder at him, quite content to let him be a comfortable weight at her back.

"Is that ever a problem for you? Your senses being so heightened like that?"

She knew what thoughts were haunting him these days. She didn't blame him for wanting the rain to drown them out a little and she reached behind her to slide fingers against his arm in consolation.

He lets his head rest back against her shoulder, looking up at the leaves and branches above him. Rain barely filtered through the clusters, but it still glittered off some of the leaves.

"Yeah, sometimes. More when I was new. Before I could control it. But you learn to shut them out if you have to. My sight's really the only one I can't control without giving myself away. If I use it, my eyes glow." He shrugs lightly. He knows she can't see it, but she can feel it against her back. "Sometimes things are just too loud around me. And if I'm listening to something, like really focusing to listen to something far off, abrupt sounds around me are deafening. Even if they aren't normally loud."

"So, with perks come downfalls. Like with everything, I guess." Her touch made a good portion of his tension melt away.

"Do you think the Mirror Queen will help against the Jabberwocky when it finally attacks? 'cause apparently that's Wonderland's version of the Apocalypse." Casual conversation to distract them both from heir thoughts. If she wasn't ready to talk about whatever was bothering her, he could at least help by keeping her mind off of it.

She chuckled at the change of topics, letting her head fall back to rest against his, her eyes closed as she let the steady rain surround them, cutting them off from everything else for a little while.

"I don't know. Maybe? I mean, it seems clear that she intends to slay it, that's what the sword is for, right? And as there is only one Jabberwocky - as far as I've heard - as long as she does that, both sides technically make out." Of course, that didn't take into account all that could go wrong first, but he's had enough depressing news lately. They all have.

"We can hope, at least."

He relaxed, the comforting contact helped ease his nerves and he hoped it did the same for her. He smiles, letting his eyes close too as he listens. Right now, they were in their own little enclave where their sorrows couldn't reach them.

"Yeah, that's true, I guess. Then why was it such a big deal which side got the sword? I mean, if both sides are going to fight it, why not all work together?" Oh, the innocent puppy was just so innocent. "Maybe that's naive of me, but I don't see the point in fighting eachother."

"I'm not sure the Mirrors seemed all that inclined to cooperate," Natasha drawled, one corner of her lips quirking up. "I believe the concern is when the Queen might choose to slay the dragon, because any sort of delay on her part could have some serious consequences for this side if she doesn't act quickly. Or if she waits until the Jabberwocky is personally a threat to her and her side of the Mirrors."

Yeah, okay, he could see the problem then. And he sighed at the thought. "Yeah, that... would be a problem." He scrubbed a hand through his hair in light frustration, flicking water droplets about. "She's got the weapon that stops it, and it will be a threat to her side when our side is gone, so why wait? Why put lives in danger by stalling? It's so stupid."

"I guess, when the time comes, we'll have to see what happens." He said after a brief pause.

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