redintheledger: (that's where I'll be)
Natasha Romanoff ([personal profile] redintheledger) wrote2013-09-10 06:11 pm

OOM: 2011, Helicarrier

After talking with Fury, she works on her after-action report, and drinks just a few too many cups of coffee.

The result is, by the time she should grab something to eat again, she's far too wired to try and deal with the cafeteria and the number of fellow agents, analysts, and crew that would be there. She grabs some Doritos from the vending machine, and retreats to her assigned room.

It's possibly not the best frame of mind in which to call Clint, but...

She misses him. And needs to let him know where she is. She'd told Fury she'd be in San Diego for a week, but in the resulting hours, she's come to the conclusion that she really should ask.

Pulling out her phone, she presses his name in her contact list, and waits.

Please don't be in a late meeting.
hasthehighground: glancing down in thought (troubled)

[personal profile] hasthehighground 2013-09-16 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He waits for a moment after she hangs up to do likewise.

Tuesday Night Poker (which is really only a formality for "Tuesday Night beer-and-wings-away-from-the-significant-other-unless-he's-also-here,-in-which-case-expect-no-mercy,-and-also-poker" these days. He loves his friends.) doesn't start for another hour and a half.

But. He needs to take a shower, and make dinner, and...

He's not sure why relief she's alive feels so much like personal betrayal that she ever left. He's not the person whose op she ruined, and... she's back. Everything should be fine, now.

Right?

Right.