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a marvel/dc roleplay
Solitude and Contemplation (Thor)
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Oct 29, 2012 21:25:30 GMT -5
Go on vacation, they had said. Take a little time to yourself and everything will be clearer when you come back...
Fury had practically ordered Natasha to take some time to herself after the disaster that had been Loki's invasion, a time when the fate of the planet had been placed in the hands of a team that had barely managed to come together in time to prevent the end from occuring. Everyone else was off doing something for themselves, with Thor having returned to his world in order to deal with his brother, Bruce heading off somewhere with Tony and Captain Rogers going who knows where. The Avengers had done their part in keeping the world safe for another day and now they were no longer needed. She had expected to return to the life she had lead before as a SHIELD agent, someone who could go out at a moments notice to deal with the issues of the world or take down some kind of underworld demon who threatened the lives of innocent people. That was what she did now, in a futile attempt to make up for all of the lives she had taken, all of the hopes and dreams she had destroyed in the years before.
She was trying to deal with the red in her ledger.
It had been on her mind a lot lately, ever since her narrow escape with the Hulk in the Helicarrier. While they had been in a rather heated conversation to begin with, it was the attack on the flying base itself that had sent Banner far enough over the edge that he had lost control and allowed the green monster to come forth, causing quite an amount of pain for the already injured Natasha. Even now she still felt the pains in her hip and leg from that attack, having been forced to first run on it in order to escape with her life and then fight Clint as she struggled to break Loki's hold over her former partner. And that hadn't even been the worst part of it...
Sitting atop the Eiffel Tower, on the highest point she could possibly reach without causing mass panic by having people think she was a jumper, Natasha stared out over the city of lights and love as she struggled to push aside the thoughts that invaded her mind. All she could think about, all she had seen in her dreams for the past several nights, were the images that had been there on that day, when she wasn't sure how much longer they would remain in the air. The wild look that had been in Banner's eyes haunted her at night, as did his earth-shattering screams as he transformed from the doctor into the monster. She could hear him roaring as he followed after her, swinging his massive arms and pushing other agents aside with enough force to break their bodies before they even landed...and then she remembered Coulson...
Natasha impatiently brushed a tear from her eye as she remembered her fallen comrade, a man she had come to greatly respect over the years. Coulson had given his life to ensure that the Avengers were able to come together as a team, giving his all to protect the earth they both loved so dearly. It pained her to think of him, to remember that she would not see him the next time she headed back to the Helicarrier. It wasn't fair, she thought to herself as the breeze pushed her auburn locks around her face. It just wasn't fair. Between the nightmares of dealing with the Hulk and her sustained injuries while fighting Clint, Natasha was still a little bit of a mess when it came to dealing with the loss of someone she considered to be a friend. And she had so few of those in this world to begin with...
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The God of Thunder
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Post by Thor Odinson on Nov 11, 2012 12:15:50 GMT -5
Your ancestors called it magic, but you call it science. I come from a land where they are one and the same - - The God of Thunder[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;]
He had seen that look before, the one where the nightmares never seemed to leave your eyes and settled there, chilling down the very soul. Thor had the same look after his first hunt. He was younger then, but he had been shaken by the the encounter more than he had let on, so he knew and could empathize with Natasha. Fury had recognized it also and sent her on leave.
Even though the Black Widow was one of Midgard's elite warriors, she was still breakable. She did not have a suit of armor like the Man of Iron, or enhanced strength like Rogers. It did not make her any less, but it did leave her vulnerable, like the tales of David and the giant Goliath. She was the small child who had fought the beast, and lived to tell the tale. There was also the issue of Coulson, a loss still very real and felt by the Avengers. There had been many casualties in the battle for New York. Many had lost their lives, but the survivors had left the war with other scars.
So Thor took it upon himself to follow, if not offer his company. His father Odin had given him a similar talk after his first hunt; however, Thor had been a child then. Natasha was not a child, but he could have imagined what it was like to feel so small then. During his own banishment from Asgard, he had never felt so weak and helpless before. It was hard, to have once thought yourself so invincible, only to be reminded of your mortality.
He approached with careful (but undoubtedly loud) steps, knowing he would likely startle her if he tread too lightly and seemed to be an enemy instead of as a friend.
"Of all the cities on Midgard, you have chosen this one for your leave.. I can see why." he looked out into the view of Paris. The entire city was aglow before them, a second night sky glimmering under their feet like a sea of stars.
_______Tag: Natasha| Words: 348 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: cause armor would be silly | Notes: Sorry it took so long! But I wonder if Thor can speak French? Part of me thinks yes. Haha. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Nov 15, 2012 22:16:52 GMT -5
Sometimes she wished that she could just rewind time and find a way to save them all the headache and heartache of what had happened. Was there a way to prevent Loki from turning bad? Or even to eliminate him all together so that he couldn't come to Earth and attack? Sometimes she wondered if perhaps they might have been spared if Thor had never been banished to their midst...and then she'd shake her head. While she would give almost anything to prevent the invasion from happening, Natasha was not prepared to say such a thing about her knowing the Asgardian known as Thor. The two of them were different in many ways, namely in that he was a God of Norse mythology and she was simply a human being who aged a lot slower than your average person, but the two shared a great many similarities that she had never really considered before.
To being with, they were both warriors in a sense. Granted, she didn't fight battles and wars the way he did, but she was someone who could prove to be useful if ever there was a moment where they required someone to try and negotiate peace or bring down something that could prove fatal to humanity. That was what she did. She monitored the world and tried her best to keep it safe, making whatever sacrifice was necessary to assure the survival of the human race. And more to the point, despite his godly status, she and Thor seemed to have the same outlook on life in their sense of purpose and duty. Of the others who had served together on the team that had become known as "the Avengers," aside from Clint, he was perhaps the only other person who really understood what her life had been like in her service to SHIELD and her country.
Now, had she not been who she was, the sounds that accompanied the arrival of another person might have scared Natasha into either falling to her death or doing something incredibly stupid. As it was, her hearing had picked up on his impending arrival only a few seconds before the actual landing, which was enough time for a hand to be placed firmly on the holster of her gun as the bright blue eyes snapped around to look at the newcomer. It relaxed again in an instant as she recognized his face, releasing her gun before she turned back to stare at the city beneath her. She hadn't expected a meeting with the son of Odin so shortly after they had parted ways, but she certainly wasn't going to turn him away. Not until she learned how he had found her and what exactly he wanted, at least. "They call it Paris," she told him, leaning her head against the cool metal framework of the tower. "A city of lights and love. Neither of which seem overly important anymore."
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Post by Thor Odinson on Dec 17, 2012 13:24:46 GMT -5
Your ancestors called it magic, but you call it science. I come from a land where they are one and the same - - The God of Thunder[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #050505; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;]
"Paris," he echoed after her, staring at the cityscape as though he were speaking to the city directly by name, infusing its spirit within a single word. "It is unfortunate you think that way." Thor added, crossing over to lean against the railing next to her. He wasn't alarmed when she raised the gun to him, only to recognize him and put it away. If he had been a foe, the gun would have been out its holster and pointed directly at his forehead. Luckily, he was not.
"And yet, here you are... " he took in her words, lights and love. Was it because Natasha was searching for those things? Lights to guide her home, love to keep her grounded- at least, that was the way Thor saw it. He never held back his appreciation for life, but he was beginning to sense that Natasha was losing hers. The success of victory was usually celebrated, and yet the woman known as the Black Widow was left with so many scars the world had possibly become gray. Thor did not want to impose upon her, but he would offer what words he could.
"What do you see, I wonder?" he raised the question carefully, stealing a glance in her direction.
_______Tag: Natasha| Words: 208 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: cause armor would be silly | Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Dec 19, 2012 0:17:54 GMT -5
Her weapon probably would have proven to be rather useless if she had used it against the God of Thunder when he had made his sudden appearance, but Natasha always felt a little better about being alone when she knew that the gun was within reach. Past experiences had dictated what could happen to a young woman such as herself if she wasn't sufficiently prepared for the outside world...and the people who lingered within it. And she had lived a life that was a little longer than that of the average human being, so people could hardly accuse the young woman of simply having met the wrong people at the wrong time. After all, was it humanly possible for one person to run into every single bad person there was in the world? Well, considering her profession, she supposed it was.
Something in his tone of voice told Natasha that Thor didn't exactly believe the words that fell past her lips as she spoke of the city below. Granted, she hadn't known the Asgardian for a long period of time yet, but there were certain things that she was able to pick up on with the amount of time that they had spent together over the last little while. Being team mates tended to do that to people, she supposed. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, Thor," said the red head, her voice a little darker than normal. "Love is for children and people who want to get hurt. People like me....we don't have time for that." She didn't feel as sure of those words as she had in the past, but they were out of her mouth before she count second guess herself and consider the impact they might have on him, if any at all.
Ever since the invasion, Natasha hadn't been feeling exactly like herself. Everything about her felt, well, compromised. Loki had struck a chord when he had taken Barton and turned him into a mindless drone, there was no denying that. After all, the pair were partners and had been for a while since he had spared her life against Fury's orders. And while things had turned out for the better in her case, she wasn't entirely sure what was going on in her head anymore when it came to dealing with a number of people who came and went on the Helicarrier. Ever since Coulson's death things had been stranger than normal, and that was pretty bad by SHIELD standards. But the woman pushed her thoughts back to the situation at hand, pausing a moment to consider what it was that Thor asked of her. What did she see when she looked down at Paris?
"Life," she thought finally. "Life that isn't for me."
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Post by Thor Odinson on Jan 6, 2013 4:38:44 GMT -5
“You would bury your heart then. You would see it as a weakeness…” he trailed off, then studied her for a moment. “Weakness is having nothing, sparing nothing. It will always exist even in our greatest moments of strength.” Love. She meant love. The words were not lost on him, If he was one of the others he would have joked about claiming for her to have an attraction towards him, but Thor had always been sincere in these such moments.
“Not long ago you were strong.” An observation. “Has that strength gone away on the whisper of a single word? I would tell you, Lady Widow, that I am no child.” He used her name, her warrior’s name, hinting to her that her identity was not lost because she wanted what was only so common for people to want.
“And do you want that life?” he raised yet another question. “Do you wish to be living below, in the city of lights? Ah, but you are a warrior.”
ϟ Tag: Natasha | Words: 170 | Lyrics: --- | Outfit: XXX | Notes: XXX.
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Feb 5, 2013 16:45:10 GMT -5
He didn't know...nobody knew, really. Natasha had been compromised from the moment she learned that Loki had taken Clint as a sort of hostage, using his powers to turn the agent's mind against the very things that the pair of them had once fought for together. But when she had gone and spoken to Loki in his containment chamber, something else had changed as well. She'd declared that she wanted him returned alive, one man for the sake of the whole world. In truth, it had been a tactic to get the truth from Loki's lips, but it hadn't remained so. She really did want Barton back alive, and she was willing to fight to her death if it meant that he had another chance at life. And when the monster had asked if it was love that propelled her words, she had been rather quick to dismiss it as something meant for children...until he began to tell her all about how he was going to send Clint to kill her in the most intimate of ways, in all of the ways that she was known to fear...
That was when Agent Romanov truly became compromised.
Thor didn't know that though, and neither did anyone else. She wasn't prepared to admit to anyone that the psychopathic God had managed to destroy the barriers she had worked so hard to maintain over her years of service, hitting her in the one place she knew she was the most vulnerable. Her heart had literally taken a hit that day as she briefly thought of Clint staring down at her with cold eyes as she took her final breath, watching for that instant as Loki's hold on his dissolved and he saw what it was that he had done to his partner. She didn't think she could handle seeing the distress in his eyes, partly because she was unsure of what else she might possibly see there, which didn't help her all that much. "Sometimes, I really do," she murmured, directing her bright blue eyes back out to the city. "I've been around for a long time, Thor. I've watch humanity grow, watched it try to destroy itself...and I've always wondered how different my life would be if I had chosen another path."
Would she have met someone? Would they have had children, a life together? The constant questions were what were beginning to plague Natasha everyday now as she thought about her identity, noting how Thor seemed to refer to her only by the name that the Russians had once designed for her, a name she had kept over the years. Is that who she truly was? A warrior? Or perhaps it was the Black Widow that was her true self...she wasn't really sure anymore. "I am what other people perceive me to be." She liked Thor, she trusted him. If they had not fought on the same side during Loki's invasion, it would have been the instance where he saved her life in the Helicarrier that would have cemented that. She remembered just how afraid she really had been with that giant green creature coming at her, Doctor Banner in his inability to control the anger inside of him. She owed Thor for that...
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