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riverviewlogs2017-08-05 11:36 pm
krasnaya_vdova) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-05 11:36 pm
In poison places
who: Ava, Bucky (616), Tony (MCU), and Sam (MCU)
what: Going to fight some monsters and fix a fence
when: August 5th
where: Outer fence
warnings: Some monster violence? Who knows. Will update, etc etc
She almost doesn't wear the costume. Back home, as lost as she'd felt before ending up here, she'd at least known who she was, and there had been people that had known who she was. But, she'd clung to that name when she'd been going through orientation and they'd asked her for her username. Maybe not the best choice given some of the reactions, but it was hers, even if it was inevitably twisted up in Natasha. And she was going to keep it. Also, her costume had been made from a kind of microkevlar and pieces of what had been Alexei's fencing jacket; seemed a waste to turn down the added protection or the sentimentality.
So when she shows up at the meeting place, it's in the white sleeveless catsuit, zipped up the front with that symbol of the crossed hourglasses over her heart. Two slender blades sit on the left side of her hips. It's not exactly a mirror image of Natasha, but it's hard to ignore the inspiration. She wanted to prove to herself that she could do something, do this, and not just on SHIELD field missions that ended with Coulson giving her the disappointed-dad look because she was reckless.
And, well. If things got messy, that's why there were people she trusted, hard as that usually was for her. Sam she'd admittedly never met; knew more of him than anything else. But he'd been recommended as someone good for keeping an eye out, and so their little team had been formed. Besides, having helped with the whole Hydra mess and Steve-approved were pretty shiny references.
She shows up early, waiting on her parked bike and fidgeting with what looks to be a rather ancient iPod. When someone arrives, there's a smile and a wave as she tugs her headphones out. "Hey."
what: Going to fight some monsters and fix a fence
when: August 5th
where: Outer fence
warnings: Some monster violence? Who knows. Will update, etc etc
She almost doesn't wear the costume. Back home, as lost as she'd felt before ending up here, she'd at least known who she was, and there had been people that had known who she was. But, she'd clung to that name when she'd been going through orientation and they'd asked her for her username. Maybe not the best choice given some of the reactions, but it was hers, even if it was inevitably twisted up in Natasha. And she was going to keep it. Also, her costume had been made from a kind of microkevlar and pieces of what had been Alexei's fencing jacket; seemed a waste to turn down the added protection or the sentimentality.
So when she shows up at the meeting place, it's in the white sleeveless catsuit, zipped up the front with that symbol of the crossed hourglasses over her heart. Two slender blades sit on the left side of her hips. It's not exactly a mirror image of Natasha, but it's hard to ignore the inspiration. She wanted to prove to herself that she could do something, do this, and not just on SHIELD field missions that ended with Coulson giving her the disappointed-dad look because she was reckless.
And, well. If things got messy, that's why there were people she trusted, hard as that usually was for her. Sam she'd admittedly never met; knew more of him than anything else. But he'd been recommended as someone good for keeping an eye out, and so their little team had been formed. Besides, having helped with the whole Hydra mess and Steve-approved were pretty shiny references.
She shows up early, waiting on her parked bike and fidgeting with what looks to be a rather ancient iPod. When someone arrives, there's a smile and a wave as she tugs her headphones out. "Hey."
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While everyone else stops by the fence, Sam patrols the air above, circling above the canopy. He keeps one eye on the situation below through Redwing and the video feed on his gauntlet.
"If you haunt me, I'm getting someone to exorcise your ass." Sam is clearly unimpressed by the threat of ghosts, probably because he hangs out with too many magic-users.
W O W I super lost this apologies if ppl wanna just ignore it uh... feel free...
She looks up toward the sky briefly at Sam's commentary and shakes her head. "In my case I was a little short on anyone to trade with. So I was just sort of stuck with what I got." There's a pause and her eyes narrow. "Does anyone see anything?"
She can't quite put her finger on it, but the way the leaves on the low bushes doesn't seem quite normal. She slips off her bike, so she can feel it a little better, the hum in the air. Something's not right and her hands wait against the hilts of her blades.