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central_librarylogs2015-08-05 02:02 pm
msromanoff) wrote in central_librarylogs2015-08-05 02:02 pm
Entry tags:
Do Not go Gentle Into that Goodnight
Who:Natasha and YOU
What: Natasha's sneaky arrival
When: August 5th
Where: the main library, the marketplace... anywhere really
Warnings: some swearing maybe (probably)
Notes: none
People didn't call her the black Widow for nothing. She was very good at sneaking around, and not being noticed. She had been invited to come here, but she didn't understand wholly why she had said yes, until she thought about it.
She was broken, plain and simple. She didn't know who she was anymore, or who she was supposed to be, and that is not a great feeling to have when you are supposed to steal people's secrets for a living. The fact of the matter was she didn't know how to be the person she wanted to be once Bruce had left her, and she had been the one to force him to do it. A fact that she was still beating herself up over on a regular basis.
She thought a fresh start might be nice, away from the nightmares of losing Bruce, and the Red Room. she walked cautiously through the stacks of books in the library, looking around in wonder actually. This place was massive.
"Hello?" She called out softly, as she flipped a bookmark through her fingers with practiced ease.
What: Natasha's sneaky arrival
When: August 5th
Where: the main library, the marketplace... anywhere really
Warnings: some swearing maybe (probably)
Notes: none
People didn't call her the black Widow for nothing. She was very good at sneaking around, and not being noticed. She had been invited to come here, but she didn't understand wholly why she had said yes, until she thought about it.
She was broken, plain and simple. She didn't know who she was anymore, or who she was supposed to be, and that is not a great feeling to have when you are supposed to steal people's secrets for a living. The fact of the matter was she didn't know how to be the person she wanted to be once Bruce had left her, and she had been the one to force him to do it. A fact that she was still beating herself up over on a regular basis.
She thought a fresh start might be nice, away from the nightmares of losing Bruce, and the Red Room. she walked cautiously through the stacks of books in the library, looking around in wonder actually. This place was massive.
"Hello?" She called out softly, as she flipped a bookmark through her fingers with practiced ease.