our common goal was waiting for the world to end. ( open )

[atoner]

Who| natasha romanoff + open!
What| a spy lands in the midst of the capitol.
Where| the training center, shopping districts
When| post-arena
Warnings/Notes| tba

So here's what she knows.

First, that whoever's in charge of this place had access to technology that happens to be lightyears ahead of anything that exists on Earth as she knows it. Better than Stark's technology, better than SHIELD's. Somehow managing to get the drop on her right after handing Barnes' file over to Steve is probably the least of their capabilities.

So, you know. That's good.

Natasha wakes up on a cot and finds herself being escorted somewhere by a group of guards that probably would have been able to take down if she weren't so sure that there were more to come. So she chooses to bide her time instead.

It's almost surprising when they choose to leave her alone in a plush apartment. Out of all the times she's been captured by enemy forces, well. That's definitely new.

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They leave her alone, and Natasha figures that she owes it to herself to figure out where she's allowed to go, and what kind of access is restricted. She goes up - all the way up on the elevators, stepping out onto the rooftop so she can get a better view of the place. Maybe figure out how big this operation spans.

The elevator doors open and she whistles, low and quiet. It's impressive, she'll give them that. But even despite the great view, what grabs her attention more is the subtle shimmer around the roof's edge. She stoops down to pick up a rock and tosses it lightly towards the refracting light in a perfect arc.

When it gets thrown right back to her, Natasha raises an eyebrow.

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It's not as if Natasha doesn't appreciate a little bit of pampering. She drives a fancy car and dresses herself in nice clothes on days when the tactical jumpsuit isn't a requirement. After years of being on the run, it's probably the closest thing to stability that she's ever really had. Still, shopping isn't really the purpose here. It's the people. Some of them are really odd looking, all decked out in strange fashions or body modifications she's never seen before. Natives, she figures. Some of the guards were the same.

Everyone else, though? The ones without any kind of ornamentation? Those are the people Nat figures are in the same boat as she is. Which is why she watches them with interest, even as she pretends to look at a display of dresses in a shop window.

Comments

[tookthewheel]

With a poker face like the Soldier's it can be hard on a normal day to tell truth or lie from Bucky, today though that mask isn't glued on especially tight, helped by how much this unexpected development has thrown him.

"Maintenance." is how he phrases it at first and then grimaces at the term he just used. It's not correct, maintenance was what they had done. "With this." he indicates the brand on his face.

There's more to his relationship with the previous Widow than that but the part with the brand is what he chooses to tell her. He might tell her more if she pries deeper but for now that's it.