"Lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep" Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Warden of the West Hand of the King Savior of the City
//As a returning RPer that knows Justin well, I don't want to see this kind of nasty backbiting kind of underhanded commentary. You're a good writer J, don't let people like this tell you any different. https://t.co/ImUPOluFtC
Catches the corner of her eye "Well now, it seems the dead have forgotten to stay that way". Natalia takes the image of a large man, well built and familiar to her and sits back in her chair pondering her next move.
Studying the dossier she had obtained from @EdTheSleeper, the Widow seems surprised to see one of the names written within "Ivan, even in death you still manage to be a constant source of irritation", frowning as she spreads the surveillance photos out, one particular image
It was a humid and restless night in downtown Manhattan, the normally bustling and boisterous streets had slowed to a crawl, the young thrillseekers and elderly sightseers alike had sought shelter in the nearest air conditioned modern multiplex facility
@EdTheSleeper Flicking through the dossier, Natalia glances up "You might not want to open that...and let the Russian know Black Pearl sends her warmest regards", closing up the file and tucking it underarm, she turns to leave hoping this /Sleeper/ heeds her advice. The Widows kiss poison she
@EdTheSleeper Narrative etched upon a plaque on a bronze statue that stood beside the other Avengers that had fallen in the line of duty in the memorial gardens. A lie that she was happy to let them reside in.
@EdTheSleeper Taking the folder in return, the Widow raises an eyebrow before shaking her head "Former", following what had occurred with Captain America as far as the Avengers and the world at large knew, Natalia was dead, her legacy was now an abridged fabrication that fit the heroic
@EdTheSleeper "Pity", Natalia remarks as she reaches for the folder and holds out the envelope "The ones with unimaginative codenames tend to be always looking to prove something", she continues as a smirk ghosts her lips, Natalia was clearly testing him, hoping for some kind of response.
@EdTheSleeper "So, you're the Sleeper eh? Fitting name" Natalia remarks a slight tinge of snark in her comment and she locks eyes with the man still trying to get a read on him as she retrieves a small brown envelope from her jacket pocket.
"As long as the wheel turns and I draw breath, there is time to make amends"
Returning Black Widow #MarvelRPer
Open to SLs Plotting and interactions with all including cross verse, OC and Multiverse
Doesn't #Ship might do with the right #Chemistry
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//To note I don't normally do the RT for followers thing, I believe followers are earned. However since I've been out of it for so long I'll do it once.
@EdTheSleeper Temperature, perhaps they didn't get a good night's rest? Natalia pondered the possibilities before making her presence known by gesturing as she kneeled to pick up a piece of paper and pocketing it, the agreed signal. She kept a hand near the handle of her pistol just in case.
@EdTheSleeper Arriving at the meeting point, Natalia had decided to do so incognito, taking time to weigh up the informant from afar as well as the surroundings, wanting to make sure she wasn't being set up. She caught the faint aroma of freshly ground coffee, an oddity in this kind of humid
Underbreath in Russian as she departed the accommodation via a concealed compartment that led to the back streets, swiftly heading to meet this apparent contact. Friend or Foe? The Widow would discover that soon.
Scent of Ursine urine or Vodka, the next chat we have won't be as cozy", finishing off and removing the ear piece as if she did not care for whatever the response was, Natalia snatched up her silenced block 18c quickly nestling it in her thigh strung holster while muttering