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thearena2014-12-12 08:45 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thearena2014-12-12 08:45 pm
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Who| Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson
What| hunting for supplies and kicking butt
Where| Throughout the space station
When| Week two
Warnings/Notes| Violence, others updated as needed
As crappy as it was knowing his friends were stuck in the arena like this, fighting for their lives, Sam had to admit that he felt better, having allies here. He’s definitely not the kind of guy that works better alone. Sam’s mostly been sticking close to Steve, aside from manning the infirmary with Banner, and it seemed like Natasha was doing the same.
But they need supplies - if you can call potatoes and cake supplies - and so Sam and Natasha are on the move. He has no doubt that she could take on almost everything that this place could throw at her, and it's not like there's really safety in numbers in a death arena, but - there's a big difference in going on a mission solo and in being able to have someone's back, and knowing they have yours.
“Least this time I didn't bring anything with me that I'm going to be real pissed about if it gets destroyed." And considering the last couple of times he's gone out to fight with her, it'd been his car and his wings, maybe it's a good thing.
What| hunting for supplies and kicking butt
Where| Throughout the space station
When| Week two
Warnings/Notes| Violence, others updated as needed
As crappy as it was knowing his friends were stuck in the arena like this, fighting for their lives, Sam had to admit that he felt better, having allies here. He’s definitely not the kind of guy that works better alone. Sam’s mostly been sticking close to Steve, aside from manning the infirmary with Banner, and it seemed like Natasha was doing the same.
But they need supplies - if you can call potatoes and cake supplies - and so Sam and Natasha are on the move. He has no doubt that she could take on almost everything that this place could throw at her, and it's not like there's really safety in numbers in a death arena, but - there's a big difference in going on a mission solo and in being able to have someone's back, and knowing they have yours.
“Least this time I didn't bring anything with me that I'm going to be real pissed about if it gets destroyed." And considering the last couple of times he's gone out to fight with her, it'd been his car and his wings, maybe it's a good thing.
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Only one can crawl out of this wreck alive, but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it. Right now, she's on high alert for any nasty surprises that might be thrown their way. She's studied past arenas. She knows about the mutts and the way that the gamemakers engineer certain results. Which makes sense, to be honest. It's good to know that reality television never really changes.
"Normally, I'd say that SHIELD could probably comp you for the car, but I'm gonna guess that's not an option right now. Wrong place at the wrong time, Wilson," she shoots back at him as she moves forward, phaser in hand. She gave Sam the switchblade but figured that she's likely the better shot out of the two of them.
That skittering in the walls? That sounds like nails on metal? The ones that are slowly getting louder? Yeah. Nat doesn't miss those, either.
Let's see what the station has in store for them.
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Enough that he's not even really thinking about how all this is going to end, at least not yet. If he's honest, really honest, he kind of figures he won't have to worry too much, about being one of the last few left.
Besides, all of his focus is on right now.
"Figures. Ain't that always how it is?" He gives a vaguely amused huff. "Gotta disagree with you there, though, backing up you and Rogers is never going to be the wrong place."
He shuts up after that, though, because Sam doesn't miss those noises, either. He's feeling real grateful for that switchblade right about now.
"On our three o'clock," he murmurs, even though he's sure Natasha's already heard them.
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Natasha is the kind of person he can put his trust in. She wasn't always, and she's still trying. To be the kind of person that Steve trusts, too. Because she's seen enough of Nick Fury by now to understand that going through life trusting only yourself was a lonely and nearly fatal path.
You would've done the same thing, he had told her. She'd wanted to deny it, but didn't.
But these are thoughts more suited for later, because the skittering has gotten louder. And it's also moved, like the beasts are trying to flank them or something. Nat nods towards him.
"And behind you. I'm gonna cover you with gunfire, but I need you to take care of any that get close enough to us to bite. Can you do that?"
Do you trust me? Because Nat's already readying her phaser. She's an excellent shot. But it's still a risk. It always is.
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Letting her in his house after she’d told him everyone she and Steve knew was trying to kill them was more about trusting Steve than her, sure. But even aside from that, this is the woman who’d helped him get his wings back, who was willing to let the world see some of the worst of her secrets just so they’d know about Hydra - and, most importantly for the moment, who can jump in the front seat of a car getting shot at, dodging gunfire and still managing to kick him out of the way of getting a bullet to the head.
Of course he trusts her.
Sam clicks open the switchblade, flipping it around to get a better grip on it. “I’m your guy,” he replies, turning away from her to drop a little lower into a defensive stance, the back of his shoulder just barely touching hers, to give them a point of contact.
And, well, mostly to give her an easy way to nudge him around, if she spots one closing in on him that he misses.
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The fact that she calls him Sam is a direct response to the faith he places in her. But there isn't much time to reflect on that, because the first of the aliens comes bounding towards them. And then so many more, following in its wake.
Nat's hands are steady as she aims and fires, the deadly bursts of laser energy flashing in the dim.
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Doesn't stop the warm surge of affection from curling through his chest, though. He's got room for squishy feelings about his alien-fighting partner even as his left hand darts out at an alien who'd gotten a little too close, slashing it open from stomach to neck.
"War movie, spy movie, battle royale, and now terrible sci-fi channel flick with alien swarms, gonna have to start a checklist," he mutters under his breath while he watches her take out alien after alien, pressed against her back and moving with her in circles, eyes sharp for any of them that get within arm's reach.
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Sam's pretty good with the knife, which means that Nat actually turns completely so her back is to him. That, too, is a show of trust. She trusts him to make sure that nothing attacks her from behind. And in the meantime, she makes sure each one of her shots count - straight in the middle of the forehead. It's difficult to tell how many she might get in a gun like this, so.
One gets too close for comfort on her end to Nat slams her fist against its head, knocking it to the ground. She stops viciously on its skull until she can feel bone give way and the thing stops twitching.
"This whole thing is basically Battle Royale with better tech. The plagiarism makes it a little less thrilling."
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Out of his peripheral vision, he catches another one closing in on them, and he turns. His shoulder's still pressed against hers, keeping the back-to-back, turning her a little bit, too, but he trusts that she can compensate. It's moving in to bite, but he swings his knife upwards, stabbing under its jaw and closing its mouth. He keeps going, pushing the knife up and out until it's sliced through the thing's head. Then he snaps his leg out, planting his foot on the alien's chest and kicking it back into the others.
"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty thrilled right about now."
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One by one, the alien bodies begin to pile up around them. They make a pretty incredible team, efficient and ruthless if nothing else. It's been a long time since she's felt so in sync with someone else on a battlefield - someone who wasn't Clint, at least.
"You'd think after a while they'd just stop coming," Natasha calls out, because really. The amount of alien corpses is getting ridiculous. "Don't get the blood on your skin if you can help it. It might be caustic."