Natasha’s skin felt cool and pleasant despite the glare of the sun when the sunscreen had been applied and she set a mental timer for a reminder to reapply before what she had on could wear off. She had done beach work before but it required far too much diligence beyond the usual worries of food, shelter, and safety on her part for her to ever volunteer for it. The heat was foreign and strange, and had too great a capacity to unsettle her if she wasn’t attempting to enjoy herself, which she definitely was then. Joan was smart and made conversation interesting, and Natasha smiled her thanks at her friend over her shoulder for the helping hand as she listened to Joan’s explanation of her roommate.
Natasha knew intense people, had been accused of being one herself from time to time, but she knew she was nothing compared to Nick Fury or, in the most extreme example, Bruce Banner’s Hulk. Still, she sensed Joan’s roommate was different from all of that, and she turned over the idea of Joan doing private investigation work. She would be good at it, Natasha had no doubt. “Ah, I see,” she said with a nod. “Intense people are difficult sometimes. It’d be hard to live with from time to time, as I imagine anyone would be, even very close friends or lovers. Do you think you’ll stay, or are you determined to leave?”
The question as to who Joan might’ve seen her around the hotel with recently netted only a handful of answers, and Natasha smiled. “Old friends,” she said with a nod. “My best friends from home, and a few others that I also encountered at home, but I don’t suppose I could call them ‘friends’ exacly.” She had not spoken of Loki to Clint out of respect for his feelings on the matter, and she had yet to mention James to anyone at all. She considered speaking with Joan about it for a reason she didn’t understand, as she had long ago had the urge to confide beaten out of her, but the urge to discuss it with Joan, who was a smart and unbiased party, was tempting.
“I have royally shitty taste in men,” she said after a beat. “I don’t think I’ve ever said that out loud, but the first step is admitting you have a problem, right?”
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Date: 2015-02-07 05:00 am (UTC)Natasha knew intense people, had been accused of being one herself from time to time, but she knew she was nothing compared to Nick Fury or, in the most extreme example, Bruce Banner’s Hulk. Still, she sensed Joan’s roommate was different from all of that, and she turned over the idea of Joan doing private investigation work. She would be good at it, Natasha had no doubt. “Ah, I see,” she said with a nod. “Intense people are difficult sometimes. It’d be hard to live with from time to time, as I imagine anyone would be, even very close friends or lovers. Do you think you’ll stay, or are you determined to leave?”
The question as to who Joan might’ve seen her around the hotel with recently netted only a handful of answers, and Natasha smiled. “Old friends,” she said with a nod. “My best friends from home, and a few others that I also encountered at home, but I don’t suppose I could call them ‘friends’ exacly.” She had not spoken of Loki to Clint out of respect for his feelings on the matter, and she had yet to mention James to anyone at all. She considered speaking with Joan about it for a reason she didn’t understand, as she had long ago had the urge to confide beaten out of her, but the urge to discuss it with Joan, who was a smart and unbiased party, was tempting.
“I have royally shitty taste in men,” she said after a beat. “I don’t think I’ve ever said that out loud, but the first step is admitting you have a problem, right?”