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riverviewlogs2017-09-10 01:17 pm
krasnaya_vdova) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-10 01:17 pm
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who: Ava & Natasha
what: Natasha has suspicions about the fire
where: Around town
warnings: None? Will update if needed, yadda ya.
[Ava's been pretty scarce since the fire. Not that she was ever particularly a public fixture, but she spends less time people watching, less time drawing. Instead she helps with the rebuilding for those first few days, and then she spends a lot of time in the abandoned city. She hangs around Tony's workshop sometimes, stays with Bucky instead of moving back into the communal housing because she just doesn't trust herself. She still goes to the gym, usually very early or very late, trying to avoid other people until she can see something other than the damage she caused. But her routine is different.
To someone with suspicions, it likely wouldn't do anything to dissuade them.
It's one of those early mornings, still dark and grey and empty when she sees Natasha. Hair as red as her own, and Ava can't help the fact that the woman always draws her attention. Ava has two paper coffee cups and a bag tossed over her shoulder, and she walks over a little uncertainly. She always is when it comes to Natasha, but she's not about to pretend she didn't see her. If Natasha doesn't want to talk to her, that's fine, if she does... well, she'll try not to shoot herself in the foot.]
Morning. [She waves vaguely in her direction despite having a hand full of coffee cup.]
what: Natasha has suspicions about the fire
where: Around town
warnings: None? Will update if needed, yadda ya.
[Ava's been pretty scarce since the fire. Not that she was ever particularly a public fixture, but she spends less time people watching, less time drawing. Instead she helps with the rebuilding for those first few days, and then she spends a lot of time in the abandoned city. She hangs around Tony's workshop sometimes, stays with Bucky instead of moving back into the communal housing because she just doesn't trust herself. She still goes to the gym, usually very early or very late, trying to avoid other people until she can see something other than the damage she caused. But her routine is different.
To someone with suspicions, it likely wouldn't do anything to dissuade them.
It's one of those early mornings, still dark and grey and empty when she sees Natasha. Hair as red as her own, and Ava can't help the fact that the woman always draws her attention. Ava has two paper coffee cups and a bag tossed over her shoulder, and she walks over a little uncertainly. She always is when it comes to Natasha, but she's not about to pretend she didn't see her. If Natasha doesn't want to talk to her, that's fine, if she does... well, she'll try not to shoot herself in the foot.]
Morning. [She waves vaguely in her direction despite having a hand full of coffee cup.]
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They're not the only ones.
[She doesn't deny that implication that Natasha wasn't the only one that hurt people, or that Ava has a list of her own. Some causes more direct than others.]
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[Ava nods; she hasn't been trying to hide that fact so it doesn't particularly bother her that Natasha knows. And while she might consider arguing that point, that's giving a little too much away. That he was the reason she stayed after the fire instead of finding somewhere to hide, no matter how dangerous and guilty she felt.] James has more of it than most.
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No one ever calls him that.
[ James, she means. This is getting curiouser and curiouser. ]
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It doesn't seem to bother him.
[Which maybe says something in its own way, but says less than the explanation of why.]
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Of course he doesn't. It doesn't matter what you're called. [ Romanov, Romanoff, Nadine Roman, Nancy Rushman, the Red Death, that bitch. She'd have a new name tomorrow, probably. Natasha had given up her secret identity a long time ago, but it hadn't made her any more transparent. ] What matters is what you do.
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That's true.
[ A touch of a smile, a nod of quiet agreement. ]
He's good.