Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
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Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
Natasha rushed from Stuttgart to her next mission. It had been easier than expected to collect Loki. Something about the whole capturing Loki in that Germany city was fishy. But she would take care of it later on. Right now, she had two thing to worry about: Clint and her next target. It worried her that Barton hadn't been with Loki but he had probably been brainwashed to do something for Loki regarding the Tesseract. Natasha was worried for her best friend. He had been brainwashed by a scepter into helping him. Based on her own experiences, it should take more time to brainwash someone than a brief moment to brainwash someone as strong as Hawkeye. But after all this was alien technology or magic, depending on what you preferred to call it. Hence, she wasn't too surprised. During her short stay at the Helicarrier, she had changed into more casual clothing than her Widow suit. Natasha guessed it might be easier for her to recruit her next mission that way than going there in fighting gear. Nevertheless, Natasha carried a gun along just in case she needed one. It was hidden to not raise any suspicion against her.
After flying Loki out to the Helicarrier, Natasha had separated from the rest of the superheroes to her next mission: Recruiting Andrew Kirsey for the Avengers Initiative. She didn't know why Fury wanted her to do so even though no one had agreed to be part of the Avengers team. Nevertheless Natasha understood Fury. It was only logical that the world needed some kind of superhero team to protect the earth from whatever was in outer space. She had read both Thor's and Loki's files. If they wanted to save the world from whatever Loki had up his sleeve, both SHIELD and the world needed a team of superheroes whether or not the rest of them liked it. Natasha knew that she would be part of it as well as hopefully Clint.
Once more she scanned Andrew Kirsey's file to make sure that she wouldn't forget anything about her next target. As soon as the helicopter landed near Kirsey's house, Natasha hopped out of it and made her way to the back door. The helicopter started to vanish from the sky. So, it looked like an everyday evening. Within a few minutes, Natasha had broken the door open and stepped into the small house. She looked around and made her way to the living room, settling down on the couch. Now, it was just a matter of time until Kirsey would arrive at home.
After flying Loki out to the Helicarrier, Natasha had separated from the rest of the superheroes to her next mission: Recruiting Andrew Kirsey for the Avengers Initiative. She didn't know why Fury wanted her to do so even though no one had agreed to be part of the Avengers team. Nevertheless Natasha understood Fury. It was only logical that the world needed some kind of superhero team to protect the earth from whatever was in outer space. She had read both Thor's and Loki's files. If they wanted to save the world from whatever Loki had up his sleeve, both SHIELD and the world needed a team of superheroes whether or not the rest of them liked it. Natasha knew that she would be part of it as well as hopefully Clint.
Once more she scanned Andrew Kirsey's file to make sure that she wouldn't forget anything about her next target. As soon as the helicopter landed near Kirsey's house, Natasha hopped out of it and made her way to the back door. The helicopter started to vanish from the sky. So, it looked like an everyday evening. Within a few minutes, Natasha had broken the door open and stepped into the small house. She looked around and made her way to the living room, settling down on the couch. Now, it was just a matter of time until Kirsey would arrive at home.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
Andrew's day had been fairly normal, although he'd heard mumbling about some odd news out of Germany. Apparently some Norse god had appeared and killed a couple of people at a party of some sort. Probably just a made up story to keep people interested in the activities of the ever swelling numbers of superhumans. It passed by him for a few moments that he, in fact, was of that sort. A light chuckle passed his lips before he pulled up into his driveway, then got out of his car. In the distance, a helicopter buzzed away towards the horizon.
He fumbled in his pockets for his keys for a few seconds, then entered the house. It looked much like he had left it; a blank, impersonal dwelling for a man ready to pick up and leave at a moment's notice. Maybe he'd hang some art, soon. He'd been here awhile, after all, and no one had come after him. Maybe he had been paranoid about nothing, and everything had been some minor coincidence. A tragedy, and a misunderstanding to make it worse.
As he turned the corner into his kitchen, something struck him. The back door wasn't closed properly, and he had checked it this morning. A glance towards the living room confirmed his suspicion. Someone was here, and she looked... stern. He adjusted his shirt, flattening out one of the creases, then untucked it from his pants. "I don't remember inviting you into my home. I'm not particularly fond of visitors." He said, approaching the coffee maker. Situated in the drawer beneath it was one of the pistols he kept scattered around his house, a result of his former, deep concern for potential assassins.
He fumbled in his pockets for his keys for a few seconds, then entered the house. It looked much like he had left it; a blank, impersonal dwelling for a man ready to pick up and leave at a moment's notice. Maybe he'd hang some art, soon. He'd been here awhile, after all, and no one had come after him. Maybe he had been paranoid about nothing, and everything had been some minor coincidence. A tragedy, and a misunderstanding to make it worse.
As he turned the corner into his kitchen, something struck him. The back door wasn't closed properly, and he had checked it this morning. A glance towards the living room confirmed his suspicion. Someone was here, and she looked... stern. He adjusted his shirt, flattening out one of the creases, then untucked it from his pants. "I don't remember inviting you into my home. I'm not particularly fond of visitors." He said, approaching the coffee maker. Situated in the drawer beneath it was one of the pistols he kept scattered around his house, a result of his former, deep concern for potential assassins.
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
Natasha had just settled down on the couch and taken in on her surroundings as she heard the keys unlocking the front door. With a sigh, she said upright on the couch and crossed her legs. With some luck, she was out of this house soon. But given his file, it was unlikely. She watched a figure enter the house. Soon she recognized him from the picture in his file. She watched him silently but recognized a small change in his posture as soon as he recognized her. She looked serious at him but leaned back on the couch as a result to make herself more comfortable. Natasha was tired for flying twice over the big ocean, which separated the States from Europe. The flight back hadn't been particularly calm as Loki's half brother had suddenly appeared and kidnapped him from them. After some persuading from both Cap and Stark, they had gotten their suspect back and she had continued their flight with Thor towards the Carrier.
"Well, good thing I am no visitor in that case.", she replied. Her voice sounded calm and collected as she showed no sign of tiredness. Natasha watched him rummaging the drawer "But I'm here to offer you a job at SHIELD, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.", she said but shifted a bit in her position as she prepared herself to get up and eventually fight him, if needed.
"Have you heard what happened in Germany today?", she asked him curious as she tried to keep the conversation at a casual level as long as possible. It would give her time to estimate him and come with up with a back up plan without hurting him. She would need him to trust her or at least tolerate her inside his house to discuss the matter. "Loki has killed people for his own pleasure while crashing a business party there. We aren't sure why he chose to go there but we caught him.", she started and continued "That god is an apparent threat for everyone of us and the Earth in general. SHIELD needs your help to keep him in control and eventually help us fighting him and some other people from outer space."
"Well, good thing I am no visitor in that case.", she replied. Her voice sounded calm and collected as she showed no sign of tiredness. Natasha watched him rummaging the drawer "But I'm here to offer you a job at SHIELD, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.", she said but shifted a bit in her position as she prepared herself to get up and eventually fight him, if needed.
"Have you heard what happened in Germany today?", she asked him curious as she tried to keep the conversation at a casual level as long as possible. It would give her time to estimate him and come with up with a back up plan without hurting him. She would need him to trust her or at least tolerate her inside his house to discuss the matter. "Loki has killed people for his own pleasure while crashing a business party there. We aren't sure why he chose to go there but we caught him.", she started and continued "That god is an apparent threat for everyone of us and the Earth in general. SHIELD needs your help to keep him in control and eventually help us fighting him and some other people from outer space."
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
Andrew's head turned slowly towards her, quirking an eyebrow as he examined her. She seemed.. passive. She had only shifted slightly towards him, and it appeared to be more conversational than aggressive. That said, he wasn't letting his guard down. If his years as a teenager watching action flicks had taught him anything, it was that the pretty ones were dangerous. Especially when they knew acronyms like SHIELD. His hand slipped into the drawer and grasped the firearm, his gaze staying locked on her like a hawk.
"So.. you break my door, trespass in my home, and.. for the love of god, for a secret organization, you guys are awful at this whole job offer thing. Ever heard of phones? Do they have those on your.. I dunno, whatever ridiculous contraption you base in? A flying boat or something dumb, probably. Christ. Could have just looked me up in the phone book." He retorted, raising the pistol into the air and waving it around lazily. After a few seconds he put it back in the drawer, then slowly walked over to the couch opposite hers and sat down.
"Yes, I've heard about Germany. Stuff like that hits the news pretty quickly." He continued, leaning back into the cushions. "Simply put? No. I'm not putting my life in front of the way of an angry god and some aliens because some lightly accented Russian asked. Think about that for a second. Put yourself in my position. Someone who looks a lot like they would enjoy crushing your skull between their knees breaks into your home and tells you they want you to fight a god. Would you say yes?"
Andrew shot her a withering glare as he concluded, then clasped his hands together. This wasn't going smoothly for either of them, and he was pretty agitated at this point. He adjusted his posture carefully, insuring none of his skin was in contact with the furniture, then let out a deep breath. The air began to heat up a few degrees, followed by the faint smell of ozone. Control. Control. Don't let her make you break this couch. It's a nice couch. You would hate to break it. And then die, because she looks like the sort who doesn't take risks.
"So.. you break my door, trespass in my home, and.. for the love of god, for a secret organization, you guys are awful at this whole job offer thing. Ever heard of phones? Do they have those on your.. I dunno, whatever ridiculous contraption you base in? A flying boat or something dumb, probably. Christ. Could have just looked me up in the phone book." He retorted, raising the pistol into the air and waving it around lazily. After a few seconds he put it back in the drawer, then slowly walked over to the couch opposite hers and sat down.
"Yes, I've heard about Germany. Stuff like that hits the news pretty quickly." He continued, leaning back into the cushions. "Simply put? No. I'm not putting my life in front of the way of an angry god and some aliens because some lightly accented Russian asked. Think about that for a second. Put yourself in my position. Someone who looks a lot like they would enjoy crushing your skull between their knees breaks into your home and tells you they want you to fight a god. Would you say yes?"
Andrew shot her a withering glare as he concluded, then clasped his hands together. This wasn't going smoothly for either of them, and he was pretty agitated at this point. He adjusted his posture carefully, insuring none of his skin was in contact with the furniture, then let out a deep breath. The air began to heat up a few degrees, followed by the faint smell of ozone. Control. Control. Don't let her make you break this couch. It's a nice couch. You would hate to break it. And then die, because she looks like the sort who doesn't take risks.
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
The try of intimidating her with the gun didn't work. She knew that by the time he would reach for the gun once again, he would be either injured or shot by her. After all this wasn't her first recruitment and mission to be on. She had seen and survived far worse than a gun shot by someone, who had probably never even pulled the trigger on a living object. There was a big difference between inanimate target and someone living especially a human being. Natasha acted surprised in an attempt to keep the conversation lightly. "Phones?", she asked surprised and continued "Do those things still exist? Isn't an old fashioned talk between individuals way cozier?" She shifted a little towards him with an inviting smile.
"Well, I most certainly wouldn't say no", she answered honestly and looked at him. "Think about it. I wouldn't be here, if I don't expect a 'yes' from you. And who do you think was responsible for organizations to leave you alone?", she asked him and replied "Most certainly not your talent of staying low key or else I wouldn't be here." She looked around and leaned back in the couch, making herself comfortable again. As soon as her back touched the backrest, she felt her gun against her skin.
She felt the air around them to heat up and the smell. She had read about his talent and she didn't want to trigger it. "I'm not here to turn you in but to ask you to help us. After all there's no world for you to live in peacefully in case Loki will get what he wants. SHIELD and the world needs you!", she told him hoping that small call on his humanity might convince him.
"Well, I most certainly wouldn't say no", she answered honestly and looked at him. "Think about it. I wouldn't be here, if I don't expect a 'yes' from you. And who do you think was responsible for organizations to leave you alone?", she asked him and replied "Most certainly not your talent of staying low key or else I wouldn't be here." She looked around and leaned back in the couch, making herself comfortable again. As soon as her back touched the backrest, she felt her gun against her skin.
She felt the air around them to heat up and the smell. She had read about his talent and she didn't want to trigger it. "I'm not here to turn you in but to ask you to help us. After all there's no world for you to live in peacefully in case Loki will get what he wants. SHIELD and the world needs you!", she told him hoping that small call on his humanity might convince him.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
"Way cozier, and way more dangerous to my health and yours. You smell that, right? The burning. That's because I'm not enjoying how cozy this is. I can't move, now, because if I do this couch will collapse under me. Think about that for a second. That is my life. If I'm so much as mildly irritated, which, trust me, mildly does not begin to cover my state right now, I'm a hazard to everything and everyone around me. Is that what you want helping you save the world?" Andrew replied, rolling his eyes. He was dedicating a lot of effort to staying still, and in his present state, that meant the ridiculous posture of holding his hands out a few inches above his knees.
"You're.. you're asking a human wrecking ball that cannot be turned off reliably to help you protect people. A human wrecking ball, who, mind you, has accidentally hurt more people than he's helped. What will it take to get you to leave my house and stay out of my life?" He continued, hesitantly lowering his hands down to rest on his knees. Once contact was made, a loud crackle emitted from his palms which were then forced back up a few inches.
"I'm just a guy. Okay? I'm not what you need, and whoever sent you here has got it all wrong. The.. the suits and secret agent stuff isn't for me. I'm a scientist, not a.. not a hero. I'm sorry if I wasted your time."
"You're.. you're asking a human wrecking ball that cannot be turned off reliably to help you protect people. A human wrecking ball, who, mind you, has accidentally hurt more people than he's helped. What will it take to get you to leave my house and stay out of my life?" He continued, hesitantly lowering his hands down to rest on his knees. Once contact was made, a loud crackle emitted from his palms which were then forced back up a few inches.
"I'm just a guy. Okay? I'm not what you need, and whoever sent you here has got it all wrong. The.. the suits and secret agent stuff isn't for me. I'm a scientist, not a.. not a hero. I'm sorry if I wasted your time."
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
"I work with a guy, who has a major anger problem.", she told him and stayed sitting near him. "You are not a hazard but you need training to keep this under control.", she told him in a stern voice and gestured to his hands as she guessed that's where the energy would relieve itself. "SHIELD can offer you both the needed training and safety. We've kept a close eye on you until now and made sure that bad people received wrong information about you. But imagine if we stopped that? Your life wouldn't be as comfortable as it is right now.
She looked closely at his hands as she somehow feared the force behind it. She had read about what he was capable of and such talents were very dangerous, if no one guided them. But her posture and face remained perfectly calm and casual. "I recruited the Hulk and worked with him, you know.", she started and offered him a smile, which had given more than one man weak knees. "I think I and my team - your future team - can cope with your force. Actually we'll need it.", she told him and continued "To your question: Let's put it like this, if you negotiate my offer. Your life will take a turbulent turn because SHIELD will stop monitoring and protecting you."
"And I'm just a woman without special talents or anything that would be required to be called a superhero.", she told him and watched him for a moment. "To be exact I'm a spy and I never was trained to safe the world. Yet I'm doing it because it's both the right thing to do and there is no world for us to live in, if the bad guys win. Everything would simply be chaos. Moreover, fear and terror would reign the world. That's no world I'd like to live in." With a slight sigh, she looked at him with a frown. "It's a shame you don't want to help us. I can tell that you'd be a great enrichment to our team and that you'd perfectly get along with our other two scientists. I'm sure that Stark and Dr. Banner would delightfully include you in their studies. What do you say? An expert in I don't know how many fields and an expert in both anger management and gamma radiation. Sounds delightful, doesn't it?"
She looked closely at his hands as she somehow feared the force behind it. She had read about what he was capable of and such talents were very dangerous, if no one guided them. But her posture and face remained perfectly calm and casual. "I recruited the Hulk and worked with him, you know.", she started and offered him a smile, which had given more than one man weak knees. "I think I and my team - your future team - can cope with your force. Actually we'll need it.", she told him and continued "To your question: Let's put it like this, if you negotiate my offer. Your life will take a turbulent turn because SHIELD will stop monitoring and protecting you."
"And I'm just a woman without special talents or anything that would be required to be called a superhero.", she told him and watched him for a moment. "To be exact I'm a spy and I never was trained to safe the world. Yet I'm doing it because it's both the right thing to do and there is no world for us to live in, if the bad guys win. Everything would simply be chaos. Moreover, fear and terror would reign the world. That's no world I'd like to live in." With a slight sigh, she looked at him with a frown. "It's a shame you don't want to help us. I can tell that you'd be a great enrichment to our team and that you'd perfectly get along with our other two scientists. I'm sure that Stark and Dr. Banner would delightfully include you in their studies. What do you say? An expert in I don't know how many fields and an expert in both anger management and gamma radiation. Sounds delightful, doesn't it?"
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
Da**. Da**. Da** da** da** da** da**. You're not actually thinking about doing this are you?
Andrew's chest heaved with a distressed sigh. "So.. my options are sit by and let a god take my freedom, or sell it willingly to you. Not exactly a hard decision to make, I guess. I'm sure you've probably flipped through a disgustingly well-documented file on me already, but.. well, I don't have the faintest clue who you are. Mind giving me a name before I get whisked away to fight a god and his alien legions?"
The air, though still smelling faintly of ozone, began to purify. It wasn't that he was no longer frustrated; merely tired. He'd been forced to the edge and told to jump or take the bullet, and jumping had been something of an emotional defeat for him. At least he'd have an opportunity to introduce himself to the legendary Stark and Banner. Maybe if they survived this he could get a job somewhere, start over. Maybe even find a cure for himself.
He blinked, shaking himself out of the daydream. There is no cure. You developed it. It can't be removed, it's organically fused to your very DNA. You're going to live with this forever. Your greatest success is your greatest curse, and you made every step of it happen.
"I don't want to help you. Remember that. If I think for a second that what I'm being asked to do is too much, I'm walking out. All you've done is put a leash on a monster that can still come back to bite you." He added, forcing his tone to sound stronger, more convincing. It was a good act, but likely not good enough. He didn't have much will left at this point, she had drained every ounce of it through charm and veiled threats.
Andrew's chest heaved with a distressed sigh. "So.. my options are sit by and let a god take my freedom, or sell it willingly to you. Not exactly a hard decision to make, I guess. I'm sure you've probably flipped through a disgustingly well-documented file on me already, but.. well, I don't have the faintest clue who you are. Mind giving me a name before I get whisked away to fight a god and his alien legions?"
The air, though still smelling faintly of ozone, began to purify. It wasn't that he was no longer frustrated; merely tired. He'd been forced to the edge and told to jump or take the bullet, and jumping had been something of an emotional defeat for him. At least he'd have an opportunity to introduce himself to the legendary Stark and Banner. Maybe if they survived this he could get a job somewhere, start over. Maybe even find a cure for himself.
He blinked, shaking himself out of the daydream. There is no cure. You developed it. It can't be removed, it's organically fused to your very DNA. You're going to live with this forever. Your greatest success is your greatest curse, and you made every step of it happen.
"I don't want to help you. Remember that. If I think for a second that what I'm being asked to do is too much, I'm walking out. All you've done is put a leash on a monster that can still come back to bite you." He added, forcing his tone to sound stronger, more convincing. It was a good act, but likely not good enough. He didn't have much will left at this point, she had drained every ounce of it through charm and veiled threats.
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
Her smile turned warm and she extended her hand for him to shake. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, agent of SHIELD.", she introduced herself and continued "Welcome on board." The recruiting had turned out to work smoother than she had actually it considered to go. Especially as he seemed to get really tensed as soon as she had mentioned SHIELD. She felt her tiredness from earlier coming back but she knew that she would have no chance on relaxing and maybe sleeping a little. Her next mission was Loki and he was probably hard to trick into telling her what they needed.
Natasha looked at the young man in front of her as he explained himself to her. She couldn't help than chuckle lightly over him as she could tell that he was just as tired as she was and just tried to sound like that. "That's not my problem kiddo and I'm not afraid of the monster, which you talk about.", she told him and added "I guess you would need to talk to director Fury about that. He's the one who wanted you on the team.
"Tell me when you're ready to go...", she said and smiled at him. She looked around in his house and guessed there wouldn't be much for him to take along to the Helicarrier. "I will call the helicopter. So, we can take off to the base and someone can brief you about the current situation.", she told him and added with a little sigh "Oh , and do you have any questions?", she asked him and continued "I bet there might be a few. We can discuss them while sitting in the helicopter and you pack your things."
Natasha looked at the young man in front of her as he explained himself to her. She couldn't help than chuckle lightly over him as she could tell that he was just as tired as she was and just tried to sound like that. "That's not my problem kiddo and I'm not afraid of the monster, which you talk about.", she told him and added "I guess you would need to talk to director Fury about that. He's the one who wanted you on the team.
"Tell me when you're ready to go...", she said and smiled at him. She looked around in his house and guessed there wouldn't be much for him to take along to the Helicarrier. "I will call the helicopter. So, we can take off to the base and someone can brief you about the current situation.", she told him and added with a little sigh "Oh , and do you have any questions?", she asked him and continued "I bet there might be a few. We can discuss them while sitting in the helicopter and you pack your things."
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
He sighed and carefully lifted himself off the couch, smoothly getting to his feet. "Well, Natasha, I'm.." He started, then cut himself off and shook his head. Not feeling very welcome. That's what you were going to say.
"How long should I be planning on pretending I'm something I'm not and recklessly endangering the lives of thousands? I mean, working with you. That." He finished, segueing into a question rather than the original rude remark. "Ahh, what else.. What sort of benefits am I looking at if I survive, what are my odds of survival, what colors are the team uniforms so I can coordinate ties... You know, the important things." He continued, his tone making it crystal clear he wasn't eager about this whole prospect.
"Oh, and as for being afraid of the monster, its not exactly that kind of fear. Fear is what happens when a spider crawls on your face, or a shadow moves when nothing is there. What you should be worrying about is that you now have two highly emotionally volatile freaks in the same place, and the big green one can throw the little one hard enough to take down a skyscraper. Doesn't sound like a match made in heaven to me, exactly, and now you're in harm's way. My saying no wasn't completely selfish." He explained, heading over to the door to his bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was barren except for the furniture. A suitcase, already packed for an emergency flight, lay next to the bed, along with a handgun under the pillow. He retrieved both, then tucked the gun into his belt before carrying the suitcase out to the living room and tossing it on the floor.
"There. All set, ready to rock."
"How long should I be planning on pretending I'm something I'm not and recklessly endangering the lives of thousands? I mean, working with you. That." He finished, segueing into a question rather than the original rude remark. "Ahh, what else.. What sort of benefits am I looking at if I survive, what are my odds of survival, what colors are the team uniforms so I can coordinate ties... You know, the important things." He continued, his tone making it crystal clear he wasn't eager about this whole prospect.
"Oh, and as for being afraid of the monster, its not exactly that kind of fear. Fear is what happens when a spider crawls on your face, or a shadow moves when nothing is there. What you should be worrying about is that you now have two highly emotionally volatile freaks in the same place, and the big green one can throw the little one hard enough to take down a skyscraper. Doesn't sound like a match made in heaven to me, exactly, and now you're in harm's way. My saying no wasn't completely selfish." He explained, heading over to the door to his bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was barren except for the furniture. A suitcase, already packed for an emergency flight, lay next to the bed, along with a handgun under the pillow. He retrieved both, then tucked the gun into his belt before carrying the suitcase out to the living room and tossing it on the floor.
"There. All set, ready to rock."
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
Taking her hand back, she watched him get up from the couch. Natasha was able to see what went through his mind as he stopped himself from saying that. It felt weird to her being called by her first name. As people normally called her by her last name or by her code name. The only person to call her by her first name was Hawkeye. She had appreciated him for that. It was nice being seen as a person and not as the machinery, which people expect her to be.
"That depends on how fast we will be able to stop Loki. He might be caught by us in Germany. But that doesn't mean that whatever business he has in mind is locked up as well. We still need to find out what he has in mind. "Don't be silly we don't have matching outfits.", she replied and rolled her eyes. "the benefits would be to be called a hero, if we win. SHIELD can offer you a home and job. Plus we can offer you the safety from other organizations and therefore the same life, which you led before. But somehow I guess it wasn't too exciting." She allowed her gaze to wander through the room. To her it was more than clear that this house definitely was no home for him. The lack of pictures and color on the walls made that more than clear. If it wasn't for the furniture, nothing would give it away that someone lived in here.
A small smile crept on her lips as soon as he mentioned the spider. It was more than matching as her own code name was one of the deadliest spiders there were on this planet: the Black Widow. "Good thing I am not afraid of spiders.", she answered him not sure if he knew about her codename. She turned away from him as he retrieved his stuff from the bedroom and spoke into a communicator, which she had brought along: "Mission completed. I will bring him along"
Natasha turned back to him as soon as he approached her. "I hope you aren't afraid of heights. A helicopter will bring us to the SHIELD base, where Fury will explain you the current situation. In the helicopter will also be classified documents for you to read to be able to get an overlook at the current situation", she explained and moved towards his back door.
"That depends on how fast we will be able to stop Loki. He might be caught by us in Germany. But that doesn't mean that whatever business he has in mind is locked up as well. We still need to find out what he has in mind. "Don't be silly we don't have matching outfits.", she replied and rolled her eyes. "the benefits would be to be called a hero, if we win. SHIELD can offer you a home and job. Plus we can offer you the safety from other organizations and therefore the same life, which you led before. But somehow I guess it wasn't too exciting." She allowed her gaze to wander through the room. To her it was more than clear that this house definitely was no home for him. The lack of pictures and color on the walls made that more than clear. If it wasn't for the furniture, nothing would give it away that someone lived in here.
A small smile crept on her lips as soon as he mentioned the spider. It was more than matching as her own code name was one of the deadliest spiders there were on this planet: the Black Widow. "Good thing I am not afraid of spiders.", she answered him not sure if he knew about her codename. She turned away from him as he retrieved his stuff from the bedroom and spoke into a communicator, which she had brought along: "Mission completed. I will bring him along"
Natasha turned back to him as soon as he approached her. "I hope you aren't afraid of heights. A helicopter will bring us to the SHIELD base, where Fury will explain you the current situation. In the helicopter will also be classified documents for you to read to be able to get an overlook at the current situation", she explained and moved towards his back door.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
Andrew chuckled quietly, stooping down to examine the contents of his suitcase. He knew what was in it, but wanted to make sure there wouldn't be anything else he may want to take along. "No matching outfits? How disappointing. I love good color coordination." He murmured, giving a slight shrug. "So.. being called a hero, and getting my life back. I'm so grateful for the opportunity." He added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Part of him wanted to offer up some sort of apology. She probably hadn't wanted to do this, and it almost certainly hadn't been her choice. Despite that, he had consistently been mocking everything she stood for. He probably didn't have to be so rude, though it did a little to soften the sting of this life shattering change. He shook his head slightly, a silent promise to attempt to be a little nicer, then glanced back at his visitor.
"As far as heights, I can tolerate them. Reading, though, sounds like a nightmare. More of a movie guy, myself." He continued, getting up to his feet and tugging the suitcase along with him. A few long strides place him at the back door, and another one through it into the yard. Of his entire house, it was the outside that was given the most care. The garden, small though it was, was very clearly well tended to. Perfectly measured rows of flowers lined the side of the house, occasionally winding around a shrub.
"I expect I'll have to redo the whole garden once this is all over... if it's ever over."
Part of him wanted to offer up some sort of apology. She probably hadn't wanted to do this, and it almost certainly hadn't been her choice. Despite that, he had consistently been mocking everything she stood for. He probably didn't have to be so rude, though it did a little to soften the sting of this life shattering change. He shook his head slightly, a silent promise to attempt to be a little nicer, then glanced back at his visitor.
"As far as heights, I can tolerate them. Reading, though, sounds like a nightmare. More of a movie guy, myself." He continued, getting up to his feet and tugging the suitcase along with him. A few long strides place him at the back door, and another one through it into the yard. Of his entire house, it was the outside that was given the most care. The garden, small though it was, was very clearly well tended to. Perfectly measured rows of flowers lined the side of the house, occasionally winding around a shrub.
"I expect I'll have to redo the whole garden once this is all over... if it's ever over."
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
"I can offer you the suits from SHIELD, if you do want matching outfits. But I'm afraid that at least Stark would say no to that. So, you'll either fight in jeans or you can retrieve fighting gear in the helicarrier.", she replied in a normal voice and continued "Well, no one said that doing the right thing would get you rich, Mister Kirsey. That's the downside of what we do: Often a thank you has to be enough because no one pays you well for doing the correct thing." Natasha couldn't care less about how he treated her at this point. She simply wanted to get some good old sleep and get her talk with Loki over herself. She was both dreaded and exhausted for her previous activity. As long as he didn't attack her, she was okay with dealing of any kind of emotions, which he threw her way.
"I think some of those files might really interest you out of a scientific view. It gives you something to talk about with Stark and Banner., she told him as the noise of the helicopter came nearer. Soon the wind of the rotor blades was messing up her hair and a ladder was thrown down from the helicopter as the space was too small for them to actually land. "After you", she called out over the noise of the helicopter.
"I can have someone to clean and take care of both your house and your garden, if you want to?", she suggested loudly while she waited for him to start climbing up the ladder.
"I think some of those files might really interest you out of a scientific view. It gives you something to talk about with Stark and Banner., she told him as the noise of the helicopter came nearer. Soon the wind of the rotor blades was messing up her hair and a ladder was thrown down from the helicopter as the space was too small for them to actually land. "After you", she called out over the noise of the helicopter.
"I can have someone to clean and take care of both your house and your garden, if you want to?", she suggested loudly while she waited for him to start climbing up the ladder.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
"Helicarrier? You mean.. like a flying boat? I was joking, but you guys are actually that ridiculous. What have I gotten myself into?" Andrew said, staring at her incredulously. But she was serious, judging from the unblinking stare that was returned. As the helicopter neared and the ladder lowered down, he slid his hand through the handle and started clambering up somewhat unsteadily. The offer to have his house taken care of was shrugged off. He suspected he'd never see this place again, and even if he did, it wouldn't be for long. He was in the system now, getting out of it was likely impossible.
"As for getting rich, Natasha, money is no issue. I'll be living well off of two patents and insurance money until the end of my days, whether or not they number more than a dozen. Accidents pay well, apparently." He added, though he doubted she could hear him over the thwip-thwip-thwip of the rotor. When he reached the top of the ladder, he tossed his bag in, then pulled himself inside and took a seat. He gave the pilot little more than a curt nod; he wasn't here to make friends, he wasn't here to meet people. Hopefully this would be done with soon, and hopefully he could walk away from it without a hundred eyes burning holes in his back as he left.
"As for getting rich, Natasha, money is no issue. I'll be living well off of two patents and insurance money until the end of my days, whether or not they number more than a dozen. Accidents pay well, apparently." He added, though he doubted she could hear him over the thwip-thwip-thwip of the rotor. When he reached the top of the ladder, he tossed his bag in, then pulled himself inside and took a seat. He gave the pilot little more than a curt nod; he wasn't here to make friends, he wasn't here to meet people. Hopefully this would be done with soon, and hopefully he could walk away from it without a hundred eyes burning holes in his back as he left.
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
"Depends on how you see it. Either an enormous adventure or the biggest stupidity in your life", she answered him honestly. After Andrew was half way up the ladder she started climbing upwards as well. The helicopter started to take off again as soon as he was seated even though she was still climbing upwards. Soon Natasha was inside the helicopter and took a seat opposite from him.
As soon as Natasha was inside the pilot handed her a file and a tablet for Andrew to read through during their flight. She leaned over to him Andrew and offered him both a headset to talk with the rest of the crew as well as her and through the files. She looked at the man in front of her expectantly as she waited for him to take them. She knew that it was better to wait for him to take both voluntarily than simply shoving it into his lap. After all, he made more than clear that he didn't want to be included in this whole mess.
As soon as Natasha was inside the pilot handed her a file and a tablet for Andrew to read through during their flight. She leaned over to him Andrew and offered him both a headset to talk with the rest of the crew as well as her and through the files. She looked at the man in front of her expectantly as she waited for him to take them. She knew that it was better to wait for him to take both voluntarily than simply shoving it into his lap. After all, he made more than clear that he didn't want to be included in this whole mess.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
He eyed the file and tablet for a second, then reached out to take them. Having put on the headset, the noise was tolerable, and he could at least hear conversation now. Flipping open the file first, his eyes met a blue, shining cube. "Tesseract." He murmured, glancing over the page. "Interesting. Very." He added, his eyes scanning the page in just a few seconds. Most of it was scientific jargon he recognized, all boiling down to one thing; infinite energy. A perfect solution to countless problems, if it could be harnessed. The next page was less interesting to him, as it showed a greasy, malevolent looking man in a green robe. "So this is the guy, huh? Trickster god you guys got stuck dealing with?" He asked, turning his eyes towards Natasha.
"Looks like the kind of guy who didn't get smacked around enough as a kid. Where's he at right now?"
"Looks like the kind of guy who didn't get smacked around enough as a kid. Where's he at right now?"
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
As soon as he had taken the files over she put her own head set on and watched him read through the files. She watched the landscape move by as they gained on height and distance to his house. "Yes, he's called Loki.", she answered and turned her energy back to the young man in front of her. She offered him a gentle smile. "He's safely coffered inside the Helicarrier.", she answered him and continued "He was the one we were dealing with in Germany. Stark and Rogers helped me catching him at that party. Unfortunately, one of out best man is still missing. He got brainwashed by Loki using that scepter. He always carries around. Both the scepter and Loki are locked up in the Helicarrier" Natasha had stay calm and stern during the whole explanation. Even though losing Clint was still hurting her. She had blown off her cover in Russia for him and now he still wasn't in sight. That wasn't surprising as he was one of the best assassins SHIELD could offer. After all he had almost killed her back in her days at the KGB.
"I will talk to Loki after we have arrived at the Carrier. I will drop you either off at Fury's or in the lab, where you can introduce yourself to Stark and Banner.", she continued to talk like nothing had been on her mind.
"I will talk to Loki after we have arrived at the Carrier. I will drop you either off at Fury's or in the lab, where you can introduce yourself to Stark and Banner.", she continued to talk like nothing had been on her mind.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
"Seems to me you should have killed him in Germany. Problem solved." He muttered, not bothering to look up from the page. "As for capturing one of your buddies, I.. well, I hope you can find him. I know what its like to lose friends. Sure he'll be okay if he's got you and the rest of this little suicide squad looking for him."
Andrew frowned and continued reading. From what he recalled of his high school mythology classes, Loki wasn't one to be contained. Perhaps SHIELD had some tricks up their sleeve that he didn't know about, though. They probably had the situation under control if they had brought him to their HQ, or they were fools. He prayed for the first.
"The scepter. Do you think I could get my hands on it? Give it a look? I'd like to know what makes it tick."
Andrew frowned and continued reading. From what he recalled of his high school mythology classes, Loki wasn't one to be contained. Perhaps SHIELD had some tricks up their sleeve that he didn't know about, though. They probably had the situation under control if they had brought him to their HQ, or they were fools. He prayed for the first.
"The scepter. Do you think I could get my hands on it? Give it a look? I'd like to know what makes it tick."
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
"The problem is that those guys from Asgard are basically gods. You just can't kill them by shooting a bullet through their brain.", she answered and continued "I'm not even sure if that bullet would hurt him or simple tickle them.", she replied to his solution and looked out of the window as soon as Clint was mentioned. Natasha stayed quiet and put her usual calm mask on. "He better be okay...", she mumbled to herself before continuing "Or else I personally kick his butt and drag him out of the death."
She looked back at him as soon as he mentioned Loki's sceptar. "I'm not really sure, where they store it. But I guess it's with Stark and Banner. So, I suppose you go and ask them instead of me. It's their toy now. For my part, I can give you a go as I doubt you'll go around starting to brainwash people..?", she ended her sentence into a question while watching him intently. Every person had a way to conceal their true intentions and she was looking for his while playing the question on a casual level like she didn't really care.
She looked back at him as soon as he mentioned Loki's sceptar. "I'm not really sure, where they store it. But I guess it's with Stark and Banner. So, I suppose you go and ask them instead of me. It's their toy now. For my part, I can give you a go as I doubt you'll go around starting to brainwash people..?", she ended her sentence into a question while watching him intently. Every person had a way to conceal their true intentions and she was looking for his while playing the question on a casual level like she didn't really care.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
"Brainwashing, hmm? Intriguing." He said softly, his eyebrows piquing in interest. Despite his initial concerns about this whole ordeal, it was getting more interesting by the second. If the.. device, had the power to.. how would it work? It couldn't just be magic, right? Magic wasn't real. Science was. And he would figure out just how that scepter ticked before this was all over.
"But you look like you need to relax, Nat. Look like you've been working for far too long and worrying even longer. Isn't good for the body, or mind. I can read on my own, take a break." The change of topic came quick, and felt natural compared to everything else he'd said today. For a moment, he'd let the wall down and admitted it; he was at least somewhat concerned about someone else's well being. It had been awhile since he'd allowed that. His shoulders fell, a temporary lapse in his usual defensive posture, and the thin line of his lips edged into a nearly imperceptible smile.
"Or don't. You're choice and all, I guess."
"But you look like you need to relax, Nat. Look like you've been working for far too long and worrying even longer. Isn't good for the body, or mind. I can read on my own, take a break." The change of topic came quick, and felt natural compared to everything else he'd said today. For a moment, he'd let the wall down and admitted it; he was at least somewhat concerned about someone else's well being. It had been awhile since he'd allowed that. His shoulders fell, a temporary lapse in his usual defensive posture, and the thin line of his lips edged into a nearly imperceptible smile.
"Or don't. You're choice and all, I guess."
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
Natasha watched his interest picking up. She hoped that his interest was coming from the scientific side than actually being able to brainwash people. "It's some kind of Asgardian magic.", she explained and continued "But I suppose the two scientists are able to explain that matter to you. There's probably something written about it somewhere inside these files."
Natasha looked at him surprised as she watched the sudden change in his behavior. To her the fact that someone suggested something so simple to her. People took her work and interogation for granted and she had never really stopped to just relax. "I don't have the luxery of taking a break... One of the downsides of being good in your job. You'll get send from mission to mission without taking a break. I'm used to it.", she gave him a gentle smile as she replied. For the first time it was a real one as she didn't attempt on charming him into anything anymore. "But I do appreciate your concern. It's been a long time since someone actually sounds concerened about me.", she continued as for this moment she wasn't Black Widow but simply Natasha or at least to him she was nothing more. She knew that this concern was only temporary until he read the file about her of what she's capable of doing and what she had actually already done in her life. But it was nice as long as it lasted.
"I will close my eyes for a brief moment in that case. Please don't hesitate on talking to me, if there are any questions regarding those files or the upcoming mission.", she told him and continued "Now, there's the time for question. But I'm not entirely sure if we have time for any questions as soon as we reached the base." She leaned back against the wall between the pilot and her as she made herself a little more comfortable inside the helicopter and her small seat.
Natasha looked at him surprised as she watched the sudden change in his behavior. To her the fact that someone suggested something so simple to her. People took her work and interogation for granted and she had never really stopped to just relax. "I don't have the luxery of taking a break... One of the downsides of being good in your job. You'll get send from mission to mission without taking a break. I'm used to it.", she gave him a gentle smile as she replied. For the first time it was a real one as she didn't attempt on charming him into anything anymore. "But I do appreciate your concern. It's been a long time since someone actually sounds concerened about me.", she continued as for this moment she wasn't Black Widow but simply Natasha or at least to him she was nothing more. She knew that this concern was only temporary until he read the file about her of what she's capable of doing and what she had actually already done in her life. But it was nice as long as it lasted.
"I will close my eyes for a brief moment in that case. Please don't hesitate on talking to me, if there are any questions regarding those files or the upcoming mission.", she told him and continued "Now, there's the time for question. But I'm not entirely sure if we have time for any questions as soon as we reached the base." She leaned back against the wall between the pilot and her as she made herself a little more comfortable inside the helicopter and her small seat.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
"Magic. I guess that's a whole new field worthy of study. Maybe we could harness it ourselves." He commented, managing a small smile. "Imagine that. Stark and Kirsey, trademarking magic. Instant trillionaires. We'd own the universe, practically."
Andrew continued flipping through the files, willing to let his 'friend' take a short break. Eventually, he reached files on the other members of the team. Some, he was already familiar with. He was well aware of Iron Man and the Hulk, though the others he was less informed about. Captain America had always been a mere propaganda figure to him, and he hadn't believed the rumors about Thor at all. Maybe he should have been paying more attention to the others like him.
They're not like me. They.. this is what they do. You're not cut out for this like them.
Doubt plagued him. Then he reached the final page, and it grew even more troublesome. He had thought this woman was a mere envoy, some sort of agent used solely for making recruitments go well. After all, she was attractive, quite charming, and was smart enough to handle it. But this file, entitled "Black Widow" left him reeling. She wasn't at all what she seemed; ex-KGB, assassin, close friends with the earlier mentioned "Hawkeye." Was he the missing one? She didn't seem nearly upset enough for it to be him, though she was noted for having remarkable emotional control. She hadn't mentioned him being on the helicarrier, or at all by name.
Andrew continued flipping through the files, willing to let his 'friend' take a short break. Eventually, he reached files on the other members of the team. Some, he was already familiar with. He was well aware of Iron Man and the Hulk, though the others he was less informed about. Captain America had always been a mere propaganda figure to him, and he hadn't believed the rumors about Thor at all. Maybe he should have been paying more attention to the others like him.
They're not like me. They.. this is what they do. You're not cut out for this like them.
Doubt plagued him. Then he reached the final page, and it grew even more troublesome. He had thought this woman was a mere envoy, some sort of agent used solely for making recruitments go well. After all, she was attractive, quite charming, and was smart enough to handle it. But this file, entitled "Black Widow" left him reeling. She wasn't at all what she seemed; ex-KGB, assassin, close friends with the earlier mentioned "Hawkeye." Was he the missing one? She didn't seem nearly upset enough for it to be him, though she was noted for having remarkable emotional control. She hadn't mentioned him being on the helicarrier, or at all by name.
Jessy753
Attention Criminals: You are toast!
"Sounds like an open business and research field to me. But I'm afraid you'd more owned this world than the whole universe. There's far more going on than we expect.", she replied to him sounding encouraging as she kept her eyes closed. Eventually she evened out her breath as she acted to sleep. But she was more than aware of all the people surrounding her. After some time she was able to feel his eyes on her and she guessed that he had reached her file.
Waiting for a moment longer, she spoke without opening her eyes. "Do you have any questions?", she asked and slowly opened her eyes as she turned to him. Her face was neutral but she studied his face for any kind of reaction. Slowly Natasha sat up and looked out of the helicopter. She could tell that they were near the Helicarrier and therefore a step nearer to find Hawkeye and perhaps stopping Loki.
Waiting for a moment longer, she spoke without opening her eyes. "Do you have any questions?", she asked and slowly opened her eyes as she turned to him. Her face was neutral but she studied his face for any kind of reaction. Slowly Natasha sat up and looked out of the helicopter. She could tell that they were near the Helicarrier and therefore a step nearer to find Hawkeye and perhaps stopping Loki.
Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
A glance out the side door of the helicopter left Andrew blinking in confusion. He had understood the term helicarrier, but what he saw was simply.. inexplicable. It was massive, and the helicopter was pulling up to land on top of it. He was, for a time, caught speechless. Natasha's voice broke his focus.
"Uh, yeah, one question. Why do they send this woman.." He started, pointing at the picture of her on the file. "To talk to prospective hires? Seems like the kind of job for, I don't know, someone.. less qualified, maybe. Like a secretary." He finished, managing a forced chuckle. He was caught between confusion at the choice and a slight feeling of appreciation; they had sent the Black Widow to talk to him. Maybe he was actually a little more important than he had previously thought.
"Uh, yeah, one question. Why do they send this woman.." He started, pointing at the picture of her on the file. "To talk to prospective hires? Seems like the kind of job for, I don't know, someone.. less qualified, maybe. Like a secretary." He finished, managing a forced chuckle. He was caught between confusion at the choice and a slight feeling of appreciation; they had sent the Black Widow to talk to him. Maybe he was actually a little more important than he had previously thought.
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