Natasha Romanoff (
redintheledger) wrote2013-11-19 08:06 pm
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Milliways
Natasha is eighty-three. Old enough to be a grandmother. Old enough to be a great-grandmother, had the mother part had happened at all. Old enough, apparently, to acquire a certain degree of wisdom.
What she is doing at the moment isn't very wise.
She's sitting at the bar in Milliways, studying the bottles stacked up on the shelves. There is some logic: Milliways appeared in her apartment just when she was thinking that she'd really, really love to stop thinking, and it's a bar.
A bar at the end of the universe, where people from all times (like Nataliya Shostakova from 1952, whispers the annoyingly persistent part of her mind that won't let her forget it), so maybe they'd have something that'd get her drunk more easily than vodka.
Unfortunately for Natasha's drive for experimentation, another part of her is pointing out that getting drunk in a strange bar when she is freaked out over her memory is stupid.
But Natasha is eighty-three, and she's very, very tired of being careful when all she wants to do is not think for a few hours.
What she is doing at the moment isn't very wise.
She's sitting at the bar in Milliways, studying the bottles stacked up on the shelves. There is some logic: Milliways appeared in her apartment just when she was thinking that she'd really, really love to stop thinking, and it's a bar.
A bar at the end of the universe, where people from all times (like Nataliya Shostakova from 1952, whispers the annoyingly persistent part of her mind that won't let her forget it), so maybe they'd have something that'd get her drunk more easily than vodka.
Unfortunately for Natasha's drive for experimentation, another part of her is pointing out that getting drunk in a strange bar when she is freaked out over her memory is stupid.
But Natasha is eighty-three, and she's very, very tired of being careful when all she wants to do is not think for a few hours.
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"Are we stalking them?" She leans over to ask, casually. "If so, I pre-emptively call dibs on all of the budweisers. Except the American one, that's just gross."
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"It's a bad idea.
And I can't really get drunk anyway."
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"What would you recommend?"
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"I really hope it isn't the former."
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"What's Atlantean?"
(That...probably answers the question)
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Except that accepting it would be more than just an implication that she's not normal.
The woman turns into a tiger, she points out to herself.
"So, people who drink it are...who, exactly?"
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Fuck it.
"Shot of Atlantean it is," Natasha says, almost cheerfully.
And then,
"I haven't been a comrade in a while, Katya."
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The portions she's pouring out could, technically, be called shots. If one were generous.
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"I left."
She's very much not complaining about the size of the 'shots'.
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"Like they all hadn't fucked us over before then. Use up all of our trust, then die, and leave everyone who is left to the capitalist wolves."
He was unprofessional, but it's not as if she blames Markov for being bitter as hell, guarding the very people who were destroying their country.
His.
(She left.)
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Right, it's been a while since anything's burned like that.
"Well, it would have. Except then you had Stalin, and Khrushchev tried, but no, then everyone else just fucked it even further."
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She is not nearly depressed enough to admit anything else.
"But Stalin." Down the rest of the Atlantean goes.
"Do you have any idea how scared we all were? But we survived the war, we could have rebuilt everything.
We just weren't allowed."
This is stupid. So very, very stupid. But the thing about control, when it's finally told to go to hell, it's hard to get it back.
She pours herself another glass.
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...
Honestly this would be more of a tragedy if Katya hadn't rather enjoyed running down wild vampires. Though a depressed populous surely hadn't helped anything for the Light.
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"Did you ever lie awake, trying to pretend you heard nothing as people vanished."
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This time, the shot just goes straight down.
"It should have been better after the war," she says, voice quieter. "I thought...it'd be better. We did all of those great things. How could it go back to how it was."
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