[Natasha is still wearing the armor when she wakes up from strange dreams of deer and- dreams. The hammer isn't in her hand, but it's close. And that's how she finds the basket, sitting quaintly on the kitchen table. There are no guns, but there is a hammer that she'd felt in her palm, and it's still easy, the way that it feels warm against her palm.
She steps outside, her eyes glowing a faint blue, and she lets it take the power with it. It falls, with that sound of something not-quite normal, not-quite right, hits the ground. Too heavy, and too light, and she stands there in a black catsuit. She stumbles a step, takes a moment to catch her breath, but she doesn't die.
Natasha remembers what that was like, but whether it was the power, or this place-- she holds out a hand, and the hammer flies to her fingers, something she'd never wanted until there had been no choice. So she rolls her shoulders, her ID pocketed as she nibbles at the pieces of chocolate. Time to see what this place holds.]
II. When The Boat Comes In
[Natasha's still getting her bearings. She feels weaker without the armor, but it's less conspicuous in public, she thinks. The hammer hangs at her hip, off the discs of her belt, and she explores the festival, getting a feel for the place. She's rather circumspect with the food, but there's a certain nostalgia to blueberry pancakes.
So she ends up trying the drinks. A beer, a cream soda or two. She gets tipsy faster than makes any sort of sense, but thankfully she's capable of ignoring the urge for more. But she might end up needing a hand to keep her balance when her feet don't quite line up properly. Although if you help her out, she might not quite want to let go.]
III. Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again
[The nightmares are less than pleasant. Unfortunately, when she tries to ignore the mirage she ends up flat on her back, gasping as her ribs ache and her lungs burn. So. Not just an illusion then.
Fine. She knows how to handle frost giants.
It's easy enough to call Mjolnir to her fingers, to let the thunder roll from the clouds above as her eyes glow bright with lightning as it crackles over the armor that shines against the dark night.
But, she wouldn't say no to some assistance, either.]
IV. Wildcard
[Hit me up with whatever! Nat died before she did the whole Goddess-of-Thunder thing, so I'm running with it making her physically weaker with she's not using the hammer. Most of the Avengers of her world are dead, so expect feelings. natalia_vdova hit me up if you want to plot, or something specific.]
Natasha Romanova | Marvel Comics | Earth-23223
[Natasha is still wearing the armor when she wakes up from strange dreams of deer and- dreams. The hammer isn't in her hand, but it's close. And that's how she finds the basket, sitting quaintly on the kitchen table. There are no guns, but there is a hammer that she'd felt in her palm, and it's still easy, the way that it feels warm against her palm.
She steps outside, her eyes glowing a faint blue, and she lets it take the power with it. It falls, with that sound of something not-quite normal, not-quite right, hits the ground. Too heavy, and too light, and she stands there in a black catsuit. She stumbles a step, takes a moment to catch her breath, but she doesn't die.
Natasha remembers what that was like, but whether it was the power, or this place-- she holds out a hand, and the hammer flies to her fingers, something she'd never wanted until there had been no choice. So she rolls her shoulders, her ID pocketed as she nibbles at the pieces of chocolate. Time to see what this place holds.]
II. When The Boat Comes In
[Natasha's still getting her bearings. She feels weaker without the armor, but it's less conspicuous in public, she thinks. The hammer hangs at her hip, off the discs of her belt, and she explores the festival, getting a feel for the place. She's rather circumspect with the food, but there's a certain nostalgia to blueberry pancakes.
So she ends up trying the drinks. A beer, a cream soda or two. She gets tipsy faster than makes any sort of sense, but thankfully she's capable of ignoring the urge for more. But she might end up needing a hand to keep her balance when her feet don't quite line up properly. Although if you help her out, she might not quite want to let go.]
III. Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again
[The nightmares are less than pleasant. Unfortunately, when she tries to ignore the mirage she ends up flat on her back, gasping as her ribs ache and her lungs burn. So. Not just an illusion then.
Fine. She knows how to handle frost giants.
It's easy enough to call Mjolnir to her fingers, to let the thunder roll from the clouds above as her eyes glow bright with lightning as it crackles over the armor that shines against the dark night.
But, she wouldn't say no to some assistance, either.]
IV. Wildcard
[Hit me up with whatever! Nat died before she did the whole Goddess-of-Thunder thing, so I'm running with it making her physically weaker with she's not using the hammer. Most of the Avengers of her world are dead, so expect feelings.