It's the middle of the day, but it's raining out. Grey skies, light downpours. Natasha tracks in little puddles of water as she kicks off her shoes, her socks. She lives above a florist's in a modest apartment with a real shower, with real water pressure, and room for things like books and a couch and a good mattress. Wanda and Vision aren't far -- they've been renting a room for the last day, and it's Natasha's turn to be port of call for when Wanda comes back later. Technically, Wanda's supposed to be living here too. She clearly isn't.
Natasha puts the plastic bag she's carrying down on the kitchen counter. Water beads off it. Inside are things like hair dye and a new pair of scissors. A pocket book of sudoku. Brand new chapstick. The life of an international criminal. She opens the fridge to put in a new bottle of milk.
Pauses.
Natasha sighs, then closes the fridge. Flips on the dinky kitchen radio, background noise of some local news station. She fills up her hot water kettle and takes down two mugs. Again. ]
I'm out of chamomile, [ she says, instead of hello. ]
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It's the middle of the day, but it's raining out. Grey skies, light downpours. Natasha tracks in little puddles of water as she kicks off her shoes, her socks. She lives above a florist's in a modest apartment with a real shower, with real water pressure, and room for things like books and a couch and a good mattress. Wanda and Vision aren't far -- they've been renting a room for the last day, and it's Natasha's turn to be port of call for when Wanda comes back later. Technically, Wanda's supposed to be living here too. She clearly isn't.
Natasha puts the plastic bag she's carrying down on the kitchen counter. Water beads off it. Inside are things like hair dye and a new pair of scissors. A pocket book of sudoku. Brand new chapstick. The life of an international criminal. She opens the fridge to put in a new bottle of milk.
Pauses.
Natasha sighs, then closes the fridge. Flips on the dinky kitchen radio, background noise of some local news station. She fills up her hot water kettle and takes down two mugs. Again. ]
I'm out of chamomile, [ she says, instead of hello. ]