In poison places

[krasnaya_vdova]

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."

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[anotheroldsoldier]

Bucky pulls up on time, riding a cherry-red Indian motorcycle (with SHIELD modifications and several updated parts, of course, but he's always been fond of the slightly more vintage look), shield strapped to his back. He's wearing the suit for the protection, impact resistant and of Stark design, though he has the cowl down, hair ruffled from the wind. He's well-armed and boy-scout-prepared, because the only job he's going to be good for on a mission like this is protection. Well, protection he can do.

To his credit, he doesn't flinch when he sees Ava, dressed in something clearly Widow-inspired. It makes sense, he supposes. He pulls up nearby, shifting his bike into park. "Hey. We just waiting on Tony and Sam?" Tony, of course, will be the technical lead, he figures, and Sam their eyes in the sky. It's a setup that makes sense. That covers bases. It's a team that will work out better than he thinks the last mission he was on went, since magic isn't even a factor.