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Post by Natasha Romanoff on May 24, 2015 9:20:14 GMT -5
Natasha was not amused by Bobbi's attempt at a joke. Her face remained impassive, bordering on just a bit angry as the blonde explained in great detail what she could do. But she then decided to play along. "Hello, Dr. Morse. My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova. I graduated from the Red Room as one of their best Black Widow operatives. I should also let you know that I do not enjoy being the butt of jokes while recovering from being brainwashed. The last person to do such a thing was one Clint Barton. The gentleman in question received a dose of paralytic agents that left him immobile for an entire weekend. No harm was done, he just simply couldn't move," she said politely, gripping Bobbi's a bit too tightly, though the fact that the woman was giving no indication she felt it, Natasha's efforts were clearly in vain. After a moment, she sighed. "Fine. Do whatever you want to me. But I only want you working on me, Bobbi. You're the one I trust. Understood?"
"Maybe the Batman can't kill him, or won't. It's a possibility, don't you think? Not without killing a lot of other people probably." It seemed this Batman had an odd set of morals when it came to dealing with enemies. If Superman was such a threat, his death would be the best outcome in this situation. "Would he want someone else to pull the trigger, so to speak?" As Bobbi explained the situation further, Natasha liked it less and less. "And they expect us to defeat him? How? Throw as many bodies at him at once and hope that one of us will get in the lucky shot? Or do we take down his lieutenants first before tightening the noose around his neck? This does not sound like a battle I'll enjoy fighting, Bobbi. This is sounding like a fool's errand."
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Post by Bobbi Morse on May 25, 2015 14:28:06 GMT -5
"That's gratitude for you. I save your life unbrainwashed you and the thanks I get is being threatened with paralyzing drugs? I'll remember that the next time you're in trouble someone else can save your ass because I'm not going to do it." Bobbi felt Natasha grip her hand most likely thinking it'd hurt. Didn't she tell Natasha that she had taken one of the pills? "Didn't believe me when I said these pills made you stronger." She could return the favor and grip her hand, but she didn't want to break it even though she was starting to think she deserved it. Bobbi gave her the pill "No one is going to mess with it because if they do they'll end up taking out Superman's own troops and that's the last thing he wants done."
"Batman doesn't kill which is how this mess started. Plus the so called Arkham Asylum that's suppose to treat the insane like the Joker couldn't even keep them locked up. He's broken out of there more times than Clint's changed his underwear." What Bobbi couldn't understand why they couldn't move him and those like him someplace better then a place that get's broken out of or into every other week. "Well, I was working on something to deal with Superman until you and your boyfriend showed up and decided to throw, dump trucks and bombs and whatever else you had in your pockets at me."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 1, 2015 6:14:53 GMT -5
"That was not a threat. That was me simply supplying you with information. I would not be a good spy or agent if, every time I wanted to do something to you I told you first," Natasha replied reasonably. Had she expected her little show of strength to work against Bobbi? Not entirely, no. But then again, Natasha hated being showed up. Her lips pressed tightly together as she looked at the pill in her hand. Rolling over, Natasha quickly and quietly swallowed it, not wanting Bobbi to see her expression. She hated medication, due to the large amounts of pills and injections taken while in the Red Room. She never questioned them while there, she just played the good little soldier and took it all. Now, a dear friend was telling her to do just the same. The world had gone topsy-turvy. "Superman, the greatest and most powerful being on the planet, is hiding behind his troops. How brave."
"Then therein lies the problem. You have a hero that does not kill when needed to and you have mass-murdering psychos that escape constantly. One of those two in that equation will always win, and I doubt it would be the soft hearted hero." Did Natasha think that every villain needed to die outright? No. But sometimes there were exceptions to the rule, clearly the Joker was one of those. "Well, knowing you and how you love to back up everything with copies upon copies, like every good little scientist should, I would think you have a few extra bits of information and data secreted away that were not blown up, crushed or set on fire. Am I right?"
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Post by Bobbi Morse on Jun 1, 2015 17:30:26 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind you, on the other hand remember I might not be the greatest, most awesome bad ass super spy like you but I am unpredictable. And I'll leave you drooling on the floor." Bobbi gave a friendly reminder not to underestimate her like everyone else has done in the past because she wasn't the Russian super spy that everyone wanted for one reason or another. "More like a dictator with a super army. No normal person could stand up to that."
"And millions paid for it all because one man thought himself too much of a god to realize that anything bad could happen to him then when something does he loses his mind. Meanwhile, he hunts down his friends either forcing them to join him out of fear, kills them or they managed to go into hiding while he does the same with the rest of the world. In the name of keeping everyone safe." She sat on the edge of the bed looking at the door "It's a good thing you didn't remember that ugly ass necklace Clint got me for my birthday one year that had a USB drive hidden inside of it." Getting up she opened the door in walked a black cat that jumped up onto the bed "Liho seems to like you."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 8, 2015 20:32:15 GMT -5
Natasha actually smiled at Bobbi's statement. "You'll leave me drooling on the floor? I doubt that very much, Bobbi. You may be unpredictable, but I will not drool. Nor will I be on the floor, unlike some people I know after a night of heavy drinking," she smirked. It was a short-lived expression, as she did not enjoy hearing the 'd' word very much. Natasha was used to taking out dictators and their armies, and she wondered if that was what Bobbi's teammates wanted her for. "We aren't exactly normal, even without the pills. How long until I start feeling the effects and how long will it last?" she asked, flexing her hand and not feeling at all stronger than normal.
"Safety is a word that is very interchangeable with others. Control, restriction, stupidity, secretive, tyranny, protocol, obedience…. the list goes on. Something will happen at some point. Either he will slip up or someone will grow tired of this 'safety' and do more than just run and hide." Natasha noted Bobbi's gaze turning to the bedroom door. Was she expecting someone? "Most necklaces that are able to hide USB drives tend to be ugly. And bulky. It's just how things are." A sad fact when it is men designing spy items for women. They just don't seem to be elegant or sleek, no matter what they do.
The last thing Natasha ever expected Bobbi to have was a cat. She was most definitely a dog person. Arching an eyebrow, the redhead looked from the cat to the blonde and back again. "You named it after an embodiment of evil and misfortune? Frankly, I've never heard of a more appropriate name for a cat, but why? Why do you have a pet and why do you think it likes me?" The animal in question was just staring at Natasha, who hissed at it, managing to sound remarkably like a feline. Liho simply blinked, unamused by the sound.
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Post by Stephanie Rogers on Jun 9, 2015 15:50:37 GMT -5
"Which one of us worked on the recreating the Super-Soldier Serum? More importantly, which one of us worked with the Russian Super-Soldier Serum that's running around in your blood? That would be me." How did they get their hands on the Russian SSS? They had gotten it from S.H.I.E.L.D. Probably wasn't hard to figure out how they got it. "So you want to rethink that answer?" she smirked back at Natasha. "As soon as it was in your mouth. This isn't a video game you aren't going to sparkle and shine no fancy music to let you know you've powered up to the max."
"Yeah, and we've seen it time and again how that worked out." Even though Natasha has seen it more than Bobbi doesn't change the fact that millions are suffering because one man got it in his head nothing could actually hurt him. "They really need to learn to make better stuff for women." It would be nice to have something like that hidden better to be able to use it when needed and no one would think it was anything other then a necklace.
"Not really my pet the little fur baby was left behind by Catwoman, she's like Black Cat only with a smaller chest. She decided to play for the other team and this one got left behind without a name so I decided to be the one to name it." Bobbi left the door open because the cat wasn't really the one she had been expecting at the door. "Well, I was going to name it Natasha because cats look like they're unimpressed with everything and you look like you unimpressed with most things. But I thought it'd get confusing. So I went with Liho."
Stephanie suddenly appeared in the doorway, still uniform "Hate to break up your kitten play date, but Oracle wants to see us as soon as you're able to walk." she said mostly to Natasha. "We'll be there as soon as Nat finishes her staring contest with Liho. She seems to think she can win." Stephanie raised an eyebrow at that "Right. I'll be in the war room. You two finish whatever it is you're really doing." Bobbi rolled her eyes "Nat would rather kill me then kiss me except that one time she nearly killed me until she kissed me, but that doesn't count at all." Bobbi walked over to Captain America "You two do make a cute couple. You should see the wedding pictures." Stephanie said as she walked out the door with Bobbi following behind her. "Really? It was that good?" Bobbi looked up at the taller woman "Yep the only thing better then that was when you two got the girls."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 10, 2015 6:25:24 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, you are of the superior intellect. You know exactly how my insides work. I'll concede that point," Natasha admitted, giving Bobbi a little half bow. "But you are also a Star Wars nerd who I'm sure would try and create her very own lightsaber if she could, just to show off and be able to run around being a jedi. So your awesomeness? It's a scale that can be easily tipped either way." The news that the pill's effects were instantaneous was of interest to the redhead, and she knew better than to expect there to be sparkles and shine accompanying a fancy trill of music, but, given enough time, Natasha figured Bobbi could figure out how to accomplish the first two. Which was why they would never give this enhancement to Clint. He'd never stop sparkling.
With the cat indifferent to her, Natasha gently slipped a hand under its belly and brought it closer. They looked each other in the eye for a while before Natasha finally petted the cat on the head, who happily headbutted her hand in return. "Liho or Natasha… you know, there are some that would consider those names interchangeable. I think she likes me," she stated as the cat curled up on her lap.
The feline adoration was cut short by Stephanie who received a raised eyebrow from Natasha. The woman looked, oddly enough, a bit like Steve in the face, like she could have been his sister. "If you know anything about the Natasha on your world, you should know that it's not a question of if and when I can walk, Rogers." Removing Liho from her lap, Natasha slipped out of the bed before actually looking down at the T-shirt and boxers she was wearing. Blue eyes quickly darted to Bobbi. "I'm going to assuming that my jumpsuit was too badly repaired to keep wearing." As for the comment Stephanie gave, unlike Bobbi, Natasha actually ignored it. She was perfectly fine with kissing girls as it sometimes came with the job. "I doubt you have any wedding pictures available for us to look at, " she commented, jointing the two as they walked down the hall.
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Post by Stephanie Rogers on Jun 10, 2015 15:53:21 GMT -5
"Hey, nothing wrong with being a Star Wars fan, but that lightsaber thing might be fun to try and create." Bobbi hadn't thought about making her own lightsaber, but now that Natasha brought it up maybe she would at some point but not right now too much going on. Though it would take some time to figure out which type of crystal to use also which ones could stand up to being used in such a way. That got her thinking about something else that might be handy and fun once she got things sorted out.
"I'm sure they do. But we both know you aren't the embodiment of evil or misfortune." Bobbi watched the two seem to become fast friends "You're just misunderstood your really a Russian teddy bear." That doesn't mean she's soft and cuddly all the time though she could be she can also be really scary and mean. "Even though I'm a dog person I don't out right hate cats." she said just before getting batted on the hand by a black paw. "You two are alike in so many ways."
"The Natasha on my world hadn't been brainwashed by an insane alien nor was she turned into a human bug zapper while being unbrainwashed." Stephanie replied to the small redhead. "More like it's being cleaned you've been in that thing a while it was getting ripe. And it's having some repairs done to it." Stephanie went through a few of her pouches before pulling out some pictures "Will renewing vows pictures count?" She handed the pictures to Natasha. She wasn't carrying them around like some weirdo they had came in the mail which she got just before she ended up here and didn't want to lose them.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 12, 2015 6:24:02 GMT -5
"Oh god, I've created a monster," Natasha groaned before adding. "Wait, are you telling me that Ms. Scientist hadn't thought of creating a lightsaber before now? The great Star Wars geek who has how many t-shirts didn't think 'hmmm, let me use my great and awesome intellect… and possibly S.H.I.E.L.D. tech to make me a jedi weapon'? Bobbi, I'm shocked at you. You might need to turn in your nerd card." At that, the redhead shook her head in disbelief.
"That actually depends on who you ask. There are more than a few people, men and women, who would think otherwise about what I am. I've heard that I still give people nightmares." As for being called a Russian teddy bear, Natasha just shrugged at that. Eurasian Brown Bears were not something that were cute and cuddly. Hell, it's scientific name sounded like the biologist was scared out of his mind when he named it, since, when translated to english, it was simply 'bear bear bear'. Natasha smiled a little as Liho swiped at Bobbi playfully. "And why is that? Because we both enjoy trying to knock you flat on your ass?"
"Blame the latter on Bobbi," she answered flatly. As for the brainwashing, yes, Stephanie's Nat probably hadn't been through that exact process, but the likelihood that she had never been brainwashed ever was very slim. Her eyes dropped as Bobbi explained where her suit was. That would be the closest she'd come to saying 'thank you' at the moment. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but neither did she want to say those words out loud either. The pictures were unexpected, surprising the redhead. She quickly paged through them, though her motions slowed down the more she saw. They looked happy, so very happy. Taking a deep breath, she brought herself back into the moment before handing them to Bobbi if she wanted to see them as well. "Very nice," came the quick response.
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Post by Stephanie Rogers on Jun 13, 2015 12:19:59 GMT -5
Bobbi snorted "I hadn't got that far because I was busy trying to figure out how to build an AT-AT take it stomping around the nearest HYDRA base. Please I have more than just T-shirts. I have so much Star Wars stuff if I sold it all I could buy an island and still have a lot money left over to retire on." And now Natasha knew where most of her money went when it wasn't paying the bills.
"And there's at least one that knows you scare away the nightmares." Nightmares from her time with the Skrulls just like she helps Natasha get through her bad nights from whatever's bothering her that night. "I like to see Liho knock me on my ass. Here I thought you liked knocking Clint onto his ass." She wasn't worried about the small black cat doing anything to her other then maybe tripping her up but that would be a rare thing if it ever happened.
"It was the only thing that worked." Bobbi replied nothing else seemed to work not even talking her to death worked "Besides, it's not easy undoing alien brainwashing." Bobbi nodded, nothing saying anything more about Natasha's suit there wasn't any need for it unless the redhead wanted to talk about it. She went through the pictures she never thought she'd see Natasha so happy. Not many people could tell it, but Bobbi could see it affecting Natasha, seeing, another her so happy. Stephanie led the two into the room, taking a seat next to Ezio who had stopped talking
Babs sat working on a virtual reality iconographic keyboard her fingers flying over the key's going through or searching for something it was hard to tell. But she wasn't alone an older man dressed in strange robes was sitting to her left while a blonde woman was sitting on her right. The redhead finished what she was working on causing the keyboard to disappear. "I'm assuming Bobbi filled you in on what's happened to this world and why your here?" Babs had decided to cut right to the point. The less time she had to explain things the better.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 16, 2015 6:10:16 GMT -5
"Oh yes, because having a giant, stompy thing that is slow to maneuver and has very obvious weak points is far more important than the signature weapon of that franchise. I'm guessing that Clint talked you in to making the AT-AT, didn't he? It seems the type of machine that he would like to ride in." As for the talk of having that much money, Natasha didn't bat an eye. Having lived as long as she had, the redhead had also amassed a good amount of money thanks to investments, savings, and various false identities from over the years. Granted, all of that money was in a completely different universe, as were Bobbi's toys, so they were still on an even playing field.
"Are they worse here?" Natasha asked, concerned for her teammate. The last thing they needed was for Bobbi to have relapses. "Me being brainwashed didn't trigger anything, did it?" From what she could tell, Bobbi looked all right, but then again, the blonde was always good at hiding things. "You underestimate cats and their ability to get underfoot. As for me and Clint, I know anyone on their asses that deserve it during training, so it is not just you or Clint. I'm an equal opportunist," she stated with a small smirk.
Natasha waved Bobbi's explanation off. They both knew how hard it could be to shake brainwashing and mind control off. Unless you applied the proper shock to the system, whether literally or figuratively, the effects could linger or not be removed at all. She had done the proper thing, and Natasha was grateful for that.
"Yes, Bobbi has filled me in with such information. However, if you intend to question me about whatever resources Superman might have, that would be rather difficult as I do not remember anything from my time being with him. At least nothing consciously. You would likely have to put me under for that to work." And even then she was unsure if it would succeed. Glancing around the room, Natasha took note of the occupants and the surroundings. For being the rebel force, the place was surprisingly well stocked with technology. "Interesting place you have here. Who are your friends, Oracle?" It was a guess as to the redhead's identity, but it wasn't a difficult one. Everyone in the room was making slight and subtle indications that she was the actual leader and not some decoy in case Natasha's brainwashing came back.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Jun 16, 2015 11:16:25 GMT -5
"Like I wouldn't fix the weak points. Last time I checked we aren't married anymore, he doesn't get a say in what I do and don't do. And he wouldn't be riding in anything I make but maybe on it as a big ass target." The whole retiring thing would only last for a while mainly because, like Nat Bobbi was going to live a long long time eventually she'd have to do something with herself maybe not spy work. Maybe move to Italy and buy a vineyard make her own wine it'd be just her and a pack dogs. Bobbi Morse the crazy old dog lady.
"I make due." Bobbi said not going any further into it right now. "After you were drugged and dragged here you were strapped down mainly to keep you from falling all over the place or climbing everything like a drunk Russian monkey." Bobbi didn't say it to be mean, but merely poking fun at the way she fought or climbed on everything and everyone for one reason or another. Call it the start of paying her back for all the Star Wars and nerd jokes.
"I did manage to bring up enough things brainwash you didn't think anyone but you knew about to keep you confused and from actually killing me or dragging me back to Superman to join the brainwash group." Thankfully, it did work she didn't like being brainwashed she had a hard enough time trying to remember what was real and what wasn't due to the Skrulls.
"Not needed I have other people that can answer those questions." Babs replied, watching the other redhead look the place over before a side wall opened and three other women joined them at the table. "Best to be ready for anything." Was she worried that Natasha knew who she was not really Bobbi said she was good at figuring things out. "This is Zinda Blake, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Lilith Dracul, Athena Parthenos, and Baba Yaga." Baba had decided to tag along with Athena rather than stick around Circe turned out she wasn't that fun after all. For once she did look mostly normal no clawed hands though her nails look like they could rip the flesh from your bones and her eyes weren't glowing so you could see her lavender eyes.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 17, 2015 6:35:46 GMT -5
Natasha simply shook her head at Bobbi's words, trying to, but not that hard, to hide the smile on her lips. "Okay, when you build this AT-AT, I want to see Clint, or at least an effigy of him, strapped to the nose of the machine. That's my request." In truth, Natasha did like Clint, but she also loved annoying the man endlessly, as it just felt right. After their relationship ended, Clint almost became like a pitiful younger brother or cousin in a way.
Drunk Russian Monkey? "You… you called me that before, didn't you?" It sounded vaguely familiar, so she had to have heard it before. "The great scientist Bobbi Morse didn't know how much to dose me with tranqs? I'm sure getting me here was fun." She assumed, but hoped against hop that Bobbi hadn't taken any video of the 'Russian monkey'. That would be the last thing she needed. "What sort of things? Actually, wait, I don't want to know. Keep it to yourself, all right?" she asked. Whatever Bobbi had shared didn't need to be repeated. Stephanie might not know everything her Natasha had done in her life.
Of the names Oracle gave, Natasha recognized three; Lilith Dracul's by name association, Athena's by mythology, and Baba's from growing up in Russia. The goddess received a slight nod from her, wanting to stay on her good side. Lilith was… an interesting choice. The Avengers had, in the past, run up against their fair share of vampires, most of which wanted to make Natasha their bride, but if everyone else in the room trusted her, Natasha would too, to a point. But Baba Yaga? She stiffened slightly at the name. The witch of the woods was someone who had always been spoken of with hushed respect, even though few believed she actually existed. The only odd thing to note was that she didn't look repulsive like the stories said, but that could easily be an illusion. There was no reason to pretend not to know her, for if the stories were true, Baba could easily tell that she was Russian. "Greetings, grandmother."
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Jun 17, 2015 17:57:17 GMT -5
"As long as you record it." Bobbi wanted a tape of the whole thing and she would get Clint strapped to it most likely either by drugging him or getting him drunk and he passes out. One way or another he'd be strapped to the front of the thing. She wanted to see the look on his face when he woke up and realized what was going on. Then there would be the girly scream that would follow as he tried to get free.
"Yeah, when you tried to kick my ass you ended up just flopping about like a fish out of water." Bobbi rolled her eyes "Ask the other redhead she's the one who hit you with a tranq. While I was recovering from the garbage truck you sent at me." Cap was ahead of them not looking behind her so Bobbi raised a hand over her head like Natasha did sometimes when she slept indicating she had brought up handcuffing thing. "It had to be something old enough that you would remember after being brainwashed." she lowered her arm before anyone could see how silly she looked.
Babs walked over to a wall safe and opened it, she pulled out a lead box carried it over to the table and set it down. "For those of you who don't know, Superman does have some massive weaknesses powerful enough to actually bring him down. A lot of people knew of these weaknesses. When Superman began his take over he saw to it that they were either killed or destroy which of course would make it harder to beat up up until a few weeks ago." She looked at Zinda for a moment, knowing she was going to be angry at her but she couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "One day I was visited by a god his name is Darkseid." A 3D image of the new god appeared in the middle of the table "Not long ago Superman killed his son Kalibak and nearly killed Darkseid too, but he survived before leaving earth he left us a few gifts."
She opened the box and pulled out a bright green glowing rock. "It's called Kryptonite it can weaken Superman to the point that he can be killed by it. Darkseid left us crates of it how he managed to get so much of it I don't know, but I do know it's real I've ran all the tests on it to make sure. It's being forged into various bullet calibers to be used on his army." She placed the rock back into the lead box. "So what was it that you built in Zinda's hanger that she's been trying to break into for weeks now." Bobbi asked having seen Zinda tried many times to get back into her hanger and if she didn't see her do it she did hear her. "That's uh...something that can be talked about later." Baba had been watching Natasha the whole time "Of all the nicknames they have for me grandmother is the one you chose?" that was the annoying thing about the whole thing she had white hair and people thought she was old. Of course, most of those people were very drunk or just not that smart.
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Post by Blackhawk on Jun 23, 2015 6:26:01 GMT -5
"Oh, I'll record it. There's no doubt about that," Natasha answered. There was no way she would let something like that get away from her. Granted, afterwards she would more than likely destroy the main tape just to make Clint happy, but she would keep a small back-up file on a USB drive in case the archer needed a reminder of things. Naturally, she rarely ever had to do such a thing, but truthfully, you never knew.
Natasha started to form a response and rebuttal about her fighting ability while drunk, but as soon as she saw Bobbi's arm rise above her her head in a very familiar fashion, the redhead kept quiet, her eyes flicking back and forth between her and Rogers. That would have most definitely been something she'd remember, in fact, the thought of Bobbi using that information made the already uneasy Natasha feel worse. She chocked it up to being all the crap she'd been through in the past twenty-four hours.
Zinda intently watched Babs as she pulled out the small lead box. Almost as soon as the woman started talking, she knew exactly what was inside, but unless Bruce had secreted away another little stash of it, she had no idea how they had gotten their hands on some kryptonite. That is, until the name of Darkseid was brought up. The look on her face was one of pure rage and betrayal, emphasized further by the fact that she only had one eye, the other covered by a black leather patch. Slamming her fist on the table, she glared at Babs. "And just when were you gonna tell me this whole damn thing, Babs? Darkseid doesn't just give people things out of the goodness of his non-existent heart. What the hell did you promise him? And don't you dare try to lie to me, Barbara Gordon, or you'll be sleeping on the couch for a damn month." She wasn't normally the type to air dirty laundry out like this, but this did come to Zinda as quite the surprise. And then someone had to mention the fact that her hanger had been commandeered. That was the last straw for her. Pushing her chair back, the one-eyed pilot quickly excused herself from the meeting and the room.
Cocking an eyebrow at the little bit of disfunction, Natasha looked back at Baba before softly telling her in Russian. "YA znayu luchshe , chem pozvonit' vam po lyubomu iz vashikh drugikh, meneye uvazhitel'no, psevdonimov. YA khotel, chtoby byt' vezhlivym."
Translation- I know better than to call you by any of your other, less respectful, nicknames. I was wanting to be polite.
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