Open RP Post!

[krasnaya_vdova]

• Leave me a starter, an idea, a picture, whatever you like! Give me as much or as little detail as you like and I'll work something out!
• No brainwashing or related themes without prior discussion, but otherwise have at! I can work her into any canonpoint.
• M/F for shipping, open to anything for friendship.
• Open to anyone, whether or not we've played before, crosscanon, whatever. Give me things!
• Open to smut, but if you're gonna have sexy references in the top level label the subject line pls.
• Hit me up on Plurk (natalia_vdova) or Dicord (natalia_vdova#0150) or PM if you want to plot something.

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my new icons are gonna take forever because i keep crying while i make them so i'm tagging you now

[vdova]

[ There is no hiding the look of relief on Natasha's face when she sees Ava enter; five minutes pass and Natasha's ready to believe in the worst, that there was one more person that she cared about that she couldn't save.

But it's gone by the time Ava sits across from her, because she knows that look. Saw it in Clint when she'd tried to make sure he was okay and found out he wasn't. He'd vanished on her, then, as much as she tried to keep tabs on him. Last she'd heard, he'd been wandering around Eastern Europe, tracking down members of the Russian Mob, but that had been weeks ago, and week old intel is dead intel, in her line of work. No, she knows that look of suppressed rage, and she can't even greet her. Just asks: ]

Who?

[ If Ava will even talk to her about it. She won't blame her if she won't. ]

sob I get that feeling tho

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Natasha asks the question she'd almost hoped she wouldn't. Of course she knows, has seen it on other people, though on Ava it's less hurt and more anger. But of all the times in her life when she's blamed Natasha, this isn't one of them. The way she called her sestra comes without barbs, here.

But it takes her long moments before she can say anything. She takes off her sunglasses, folding them and settling them on the table, grabbing one of the menus and fiddling with it in her hands. The truth is that it's just keeping her hands moving while she tries to make the name move past her lips, but eventually she takes a breath, letting the menu flop back to the table so she's not holding something between them, even metaphorically.]

Sana.

[Oksana Davis. Ava's one friend since she ran away from the black book safehouse where SHIELD had put her. She's been Ava's everything until she met Alexi, and afterwards. The one person that maybe meant more to her than Natasha. Like the other half of her heart. Until they'd been talking as they walked home after Sana's job at the coffeehouse, and the world had been going crazy around them. Ava looked away for a second, and then Sana was just...]

Everything's gone. Just ashes.

[The road she's on is similar to Clint's, even if her steps are smaller. Not so much Russian mobsters as looters, people that try to take advantage of the chaos, and Ava gives them a chance to run. They don't always take it. But she's not beyond reaching, or she wouldn't be here.]

[vdova]

[ She remembers Sana. Her eyes drop to the table in a brief memorial for what Ava's lost. It's not fair, she thinks, for anyone to have lost anyone, but that girl was Ava's rock. The one thing that let Ava have a normal life outside of everything that had happened, and now —

Well. No wonder she had that rage in her eyes. Natasha takes a breath, looks back up, and raises an eyebrow. She won't chide — she can't. She understands. But she knows this road, and if she can stop someone else she cares about from going down it — ]

I'm sorry, Ava. And I know platitudes will do nothing, so I won't give them to you beyond that.

[ She grows a little more serious. ]

What have you been doing?