Rules of Engagement [locked to Han Solo]
Jul. 19th, 2017 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
red_roomIt's just getting on to dark in the Nexus when a familiar whine cuts through the muggy evening air. The noise from the open ramp of the Millenium Falcon grows until the underlying rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the thick air as Natasha pulls up just outside the ship.
Nat hops off the bike quickly, but takes her time removing all the gear she'd worn. The suit hadn't been cheap to get and getting it dirty before the onset was unheard of. She carefully removes the helmet, the track suit she'd worn over the nice clothes, and pulls the dress shoes she'd bought out of the bag of gear she'd carried along and carefully slips them on before making her way up the ramp and onto the ship.
Everything about the outfit Nat selected had been carefully considered all the way down to the cuff links. Granted, this getup is designed to impress her target and not so much a space pilot like Han is, but he should still be able to help judge the way she carries herself. Walks. Talks. She'd even taken a leaf out of the good captain's book when it came to styling her hair. Giving it a bit of the windswept wave instead of slicking it back or the like.
"Knock, knock."
It's still so weird hearing a mans voice when she talks. Wrong. But if this stays for a day or so, she'll be one more thread complete on her web.
Nat hops off the bike quickly, but takes her time removing all the gear she'd worn. The suit hadn't been cheap to get and getting it dirty before the onset was unheard of. She carefully removes the helmet, the track suit she'd worn over the nice clothes, and pulls the dress shoes she'd bought out of the bag of gear she'd carried along and carefully slips them on before making her way up the ramp and onto the ship.
Everything about the outfit Nat selected had been carefully considered all the way down to the cuff links. Granted, this getup is designed to impress her target and not so much a space pilot like Han is, but he should still be able to help judge the way she carries herself. Walks. Talks. She'd even taken a leaf out of the good captain's book when it came to styling her hair. Giving it a bit of the windswept wave instead of slicking it back or the like.
"Knock, knock."
It's still so weird hearing a mans voice when she talks. Wrong. But if this stays for a day or so, she'll be one more thread complete on her web.
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on 2018-02-20 04:33 pm (UTC)Fuck. Fuck everything.
Her hands are fishing for her knives and it's such a sharp relief that they fit in her hands the way they always have. Natasha tips the table over, using it as a shield before surging upwards with both blades and burying them in her mark's throat with extreme prejudice, ripping them out on each side and showering the two of them in red.
A shot hums past but it's not coming from an ordinary firearm. Nor does it have the same smell of ozone that the Chi'Tauri weapons tended to carry. Han's here providing cover fire.
Another man is on top of her and Natasha's moving, slipping out of her suit jacket and looping it around his throat as she dodges behind him and out of his reach. Uses the momentum and the makeshift noose to throw him across the lobby floor when she lands on her feet on the other side of him.
The mark is dead and her hired muscle is torn between the spy and her own backup. It's time for them to make their escape.
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on 2018-02-22 07:47 pm (UTC)She looked hurt for a moment, but not so hurt that she couldn’t break a man’s neck with her suit jacket. He took that to mean she was probably fine. Yet, of all the people he knew ... she’d be the one who might have terrible injuries and still find a way to finish what she started. They had to get out of here.
He would have killed for a speeder right now. Or hell, even one of Natasha’s earth motorcycles. Anything that would get them out of this place in a hurry ...
They might not have planned for this, but they had planned for a quick escape. They’d found an emergency exit that would lead them out into a (hopefully deserted) alleyway on the schematics of the place. If Natasha could still run, walk or limp - it was the direction she would be heading. So, the best thing that he could do for her is to watch her back while she booked it for the door.
Han had to trust that she could handle anyone trying to get between her and the exit, which, was admittedly hard for him.
His heart wanted to be a hero and swoop in right to her side, but ... let’s face it. That would probably get them both killed.Han, remains in place for the moment, raining cover fire on those who would try to shoot Black Widow into the back.no subject
on 2018-03-08 10:38 pm (UTC)"Get down here. Exit's clear for the moment." Nat steps over the body of the man she'd knocked out with a sway of her hips. Everything he has to say Natasha's determined to hear out because his life was also put at risk because of this. Even if she doesn't want to hear it, and she doesn't, he's risking his life for her right now.
Saved her life not minutes ago.
Natasha isn't leaving without him, even if she could. Her stomach still protests the sudden changes and coping with the suddenly different information her brain's giving her again. Even if it's all right and this is her body it's still an unpleasant and sudden change back to normal. She's tucking her too-large shirt into her pants, tightening the belt she was wearing. Never once stopped looking back in until Han finally makes his way out.
"Look sharp and put the blaster away. We've got to get out of here and blend in. Now."