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Post by Black Widow on Oct 15, 2014 6:22:22 GMT -5
Natasha gave Bobbi a look as she explained what a turkey vulture was in terms of dating. "You people are insane with all these terms for dating. It also means that you're slower and stupider than most prey, if a turkey vulture like me can bring you down. Either that or you're the last thing I took down as a cougar and I'm just a really slow eater," she shrugged, sipping her drink. At the second offered title, the look in Natasha's eyes was rather instense. "Oh, so now we're moving onto movie monsters? If that's the case, you're going to be a zombie until we find coffee on Asgard. I'm claiming immunity right now. You can't get grumpy with me in the mornings, nor can you try and eat my brains."
"Penguins don't fly south. In fact, most penguins tend to like the cold. We'll just change your codename. You'll still strike the same amount of fear into people, I'm sure," she smirked. The fact that neither that codename nor her usual title of 'Mockingbird' did anything remotely intimidating meant that, technically, Natasha was telling the truth.
"I think there are seasons like on earth. I remember Thor talking about snow on Asgard. I'll ask around, find information. I'll make sure we aren't snowed in or anything like that. And no, not probably should see a doctor. You will see one, Bobbi. Field dressing a wound is one thing, but you should never leave something like this alone for so long. Hell, I should have dragged you to a medic as soon as we got here,"" she admitted, mentally kicking herself for that mistake. "We'll go to one tomorrow. No ifs, ands, or buts. And no blondes distracting me."
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Post by Mockingbird on Oct 20, 2014 17:25:54 GMT -5
“Excuse me? which one of us has a Ph.D here? And I’m faster then you too with or without both eyes. You do have your slow moments…” she watched the redhead next to her “You don’t get out much do you? Zombies stopped eating brains years ago they just eat you and if you call immunity then I’m not cuddling or snuggling or anything else we do when we’re alone in or out of bed.” With that she moved away from Natasha. She wanted to be like that so can Bobbi.
“I’m not changing my name to Penguin. That short little freak in Gotham already has the name and I’m nothing like him.” She gave Natasha a glare the redhead was striking out left and right with the blonde right now. At this rate the redhead was going to be soloing in more ways than one it for the rest of her life.
“Uh….it was actually more than just field dressing…” she sighed “I uh I had to cut my eye out.” She had put stuff on it in hopes that would work but as the day’s went by it got worse. “I didn’t have much of a choice it was either that or die it was just too bad to leave as is.” that was one time she wished she hadn’t been the only one there but she was and had to do it all on her own. As far as she knew she was the only one left alive and had to do it all herself.
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Post by Black Widow on Oct 22, 2014 20:45:40 GMT -5
Natasha rolled her eyes at Bobbi. “You are not faster than me, and I do not have my slow moments. I also know what zombies do and do not eat." She then smirked. "I also may know where a certain thunder god kept his store of coffee, which he became enamored of after visiting a Starbucks. Of course, that's providing no other Asgardian found it and enjoyed it already."
As for the remark about the Penguin, Natasha could only smirk. She'd keep her mouth shut about it, but she did wonder if Bobbi knew about the portfolio that guy had. It seemed he really did have a thing for anyone named after a bird, particularly if that person was female. From what Oracle had mentioned in a chat, Mockingbird ranked up high on his list, along side the Black Canary. Maybe she'd tell Bobbi that little tidbit of knowledge. Maybe.
For a moment, the redheaded woman just sat there, stunned by what Bobbi had said. Then she slowly set her glass down and got up, distancing herself a little from the love of her life. As she moved, her actions became sharper and more precise, her jaw set, and she refused to look Bobbi in the eye. For the longest moment she just stood there, perfectly still, her back to Bobbi, before whirling around to look at her. But even then that didn’t last long, quickly moving onto pacing the deck, unable to believe what she had heard. Then the muttering in Russian started. It was as if she was having a conversation with herself; the two sides of Natasha at war with each other and unable too decide what to do. She couldn’t just yell at Bobbi, but then again, neither could she just simply talk to her about it. But soon it honestly didn’t matter, as it all just came out at once. “Why?! Why didn’t you just tell me?! And do not say that you would have told me eventually, Bobbi!” A string of rapid-fire Russian burst forth from her lips before she abruptly returned to English. “I have seen people die from surgeries they performed on themselves. Minor surgeries at that! And this was in the middle of winter! In Russia! You- you-“ She just screamed out her frustrations, trying not to think of all that could have gone wrong. The redhead then got down on her knees in front of Bobbi and picked up her hands, holding them tight.
“Please. Please, Bobbi. Please don’t keep things like that from me. I’m… I’m already…” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to clear her head and push all the negative thoughts away. She remembered her training, focused on controlling her breathing, and forced herself into a calm mental state. Once that was accomplished, she sat back on the couch and pulled Bobbi into a tight, protective embrace. “We are going to a doctor’s right now,” she whispered into her ear. “And if there is not one open, then we are getting up at dawn and waiting at the front doorstep of one. This is not a suggestion, Barbara Morse. And if you balk at this, I will knock you out, hogtie you, and carry you to one.” Her voice was steady and matter-of-fact, with no hint of a threat. “I love you. Please don’t let me lose you because you’re as stubborn and bull-headed as that damn redhead you seem to be so in love with. I don’t know why you stay with her. She clearly has emotional problems.”
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