Natasha feels sick. Nauseated in a way that has nothing to do with nerves or fear. It's not the food nor the drinks, because she's been very careful not to touch anything. It's taking all her willpower to keep her voice steady while she talks.
Something's not right. Natasha feels her vision starting to swim, feels her ears burning and chilled at the same time as her body starts to flush as it tries to cope with what's happening. Her voice cracks and now her mark is staring at her as though she's a leper. Pulling back with revulsion on her face for something Natasha can't see.
Because a human body wasn't made to shift and change like it is. Even as accustomed to pain as she is, Natasha loses consciousness briefly as the world rights itself. She's in her own body again, in a suit too big for her, and with one of the most dangerous criminals in the world levelling a gun at her head.
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on 2018-02-09 09:56 pm (UTC)Something's not right. Natasha feels her vision starting to swim, feels her ears burning and chilled at the same time as her body starts to flush as it tries to cope with what's happening. Her voice cracks and now her mark is staring at her as though she's a leper. Pulling back with revulsion on her face for something Natasha can't see.
Because a human body wasn't made to shift and change like it is. Even as accustomed to pain as she is, Natasha loses consciousness briefly as the world rights itself. She's in her own body again, in a suit too big for her, and with one of the most dangerous criminals in the world levelling a gun at her head.