Natasha steps out into the brightly coloured chaos, a handful of beads clutched in one hand and the other held carefully at her side, widow's bite at the ready if a need arises. The first thing she does is snag a wrap in a bold shade of blue, covering her clothing, making her a part of the milling (and... fucking, wow) crowd.
She resists the urge to touch the scar over her ear, wonders how deep the implant is and how soon she'll be able to find someone to help her take it out. The idea of someone in her head is unsettling. Her thoughts have consistently been the only place she can guarantee privacy, the only place she's in total, unquestioned control.
One problem at a time. First thing's first - find out about her new surroundings. The sales pitch never tells the whole story.
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow | MCU | OTA
She resists the urge to touch the scar over her ear, wonders how deep the implant is and how soon she'll be able to find someone to help her take it out. The idea of someone in her head is unsettling. Her thoughts have consistently been the only place she can guarantee privacy, the only place she's in total, unquestioned control.
One problem at a time. First thing's first - find out about her new surroundings. The sales pitch never tells the whole story.