"Glad to hear it. No one else is around and I could use a hand."
She's stooped down to sweep up the shards of broken mug up while she's talking. If Natasha doesn't get to it now she'll forget and then someone's going to be bleeding and it will probably be her. Out of everyone Natasha's the one most often stuck at the complex running logistics, keeping tabs with other world leaders, and more or less making sure this whole thing keeps running for another day.
"It's nothing life threatening, I should warn you. I just remembered I had something to do this week and..." The former spy heaves a heavy sigh. "I need your help setting something up for Steve."
She half expects to be told to fuck off, and really, she wouldn't blame Rocket much if he did. They've got real work weighing them down. There's always crime to stop or logistical crises to address. Dignitaries to see and people in need of just about everything. One man's birthday weighed against all of that is a stupid damn trifle.
Except these days happiness is so hard to come by every little bit of it is precious.
"His birthday's coming up. Figure I'll throw together a real meal for everyone I can get together. Or at least find someone who can cook." Natasha can do a lot of things. She's passable in the kitchen but she's no chef. There's a lot of peanut butter sandwiches had in this complex. No one's there to tell her not to.
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on 2019-07-04 09:47 pm (UTC)She's stooped down to sweep up the shards of broken mug up while she's talking. If Natasha doesn't get to it now she'll forget and then someone's going to be bleeding and it will probably be her. Out of everyone Natasha's the one most often stuck at the complex running logistics, keeping tabs with other world leaders, and more or less making sure this whole thing keeps running for another day.
"It's nothing life threatening, I should warn you. I just remembered I had something to do this week and..." The former spy heaves a heavy sigh. "I need your help setting something up for Steve."
She half expects to be told to fuck off, and really, she wouldn't blame Rocket much if he did. They've got real work weighing them down. There's always crime to stop or logistical crises to address. Dignitaries to see and people in need of just about everything. One man's birthday weighed against all of that is a stupid damn trifle.
Except these days happiness is so hard to come by every little bit of it is precious.
"His birthday's coming up. Figure I'll throw together a real meal for everyone I can get together. Or at least find someone who can cook." Natasha can do a lot of things. She's passable in the kitchen but she's no chef. There's a lot of peanut butter sandwiches had in this complex. No one's there to tell her not to.