A memory as sharp and eager to ferret away details as Natasha's is won't have much trouble keeping hold of a grocery list internally. Fresh fruit has spiked in price with half the world gone to grow and harvest it (though not terribly as half the world is also gone to consume it) but to hell with cost for this. It's a party. Well, insofar as any of them can really call it that anymore.
Bruce hasn't been in touch for months and he's not a face Natasha's eager to seek out so it's easy to tell herself that if Anyone has his number they'll poke him. She'd put up with the awkwardness to welcome back a friend but she's not about to seek it out. Tony's out though Natasha will at least let him know what they're planning. He too, is a friend in all of this. One she's tried as best as she can to keep in the loop even if he's all but shut most of them out. Rhodes gives her updates and it's had to be good enough. He's going to be a father one of these days. Maybe that will be enough love and happiness to mend old wounds. A thought like that used to ache for all the things Natasha could never have but not being able to have a family of her own means she's had nothing to lose but her surrogate one. Barton and his family are dust. So is half of their team. That hurts more than enough.
Trying to imagine losing more is too much.
"You don't have to worry about that. No one but you will see it." It's a small effort at a joke but Natasha has noticed Rocket's abrasive sense of humor. It goes well with her own morbid sarcasm that she so rarely has the heart to invoke anymore. The corner of her mouth quirks at the edge. "We've got fruit to get and the weather's been decent. Might as well drag out a grill and make things easy. What do you want for meat? Gonna have to buy a dessert though. I don't know how to bake anything that won't kill a man in ten seconds."
Said with as straight of a face as Natasha can make. Which is a very serious one indeed. One that softens at Rocket's segue. "....Was thinking of getting a couple of cases of beer, even though Steve can't get drunk. Should I not?"
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on 2019-07-21 01:03 pm (UTC)A memory as sharp and eager to ferret away details as Natasha's is won't have much trouble keeping hold of a grocery list internally. Fresh fruit has spiked in price with half the world gone to grow and harvest it (though not terribly as half the world is also gone to consume it) but to hell with cost for this. It's a party. Well, insofar as any of them can really call it that anymore.
Bruce hasn't been in touch for months and he's not a face Natasha's eager to seek out so it's easy to tell herself that if Anyone has his number they'll poke him. She'd put up with the awkwardness to welcome back a friend but she's not about to seek it out. Tony's out though Natasha will at least let him know what they're planning. He too, is a friend in all of this. One she's tried as best as she can to keep in the loop even if he's all but shut most of them out. Rhodes gives her updates and it's had to be good enough. He's going to be a father one of these days. Maybe that will be enough love and happiness to mend old wounds. A thought like that used to ache for all the things Natasha could never have but not being able to have a family of her own means she's had nothing to lose but her surrogate one. Barton and his family are dust. So is half of their team. That hurts more than enough.
Trying to imagine losing more is too much.
"You don't have to worry about that. No one but you will see it." It's a small effort at a joke but Natasha has noticed Rocket's abrasive sense of humor. It goes well with her own morbid sarcasm that she so rarely has the heart to invoke anymore. The corner of her mouth quirks at the edge. "We've got fruit to get and the weather's been decent. Might as well drag out a grill and make things easy. What do you want for meat? Gonna have to buy a dessert though. I don't know how to bake anything that won't kill a man in ten seconds."
Said with as straight of a face as Natasha can make. Which is a very serious one indeed. One that softens at Rocket's segue. "....Was thinking of getting a couple of cases of beer, even though Steve can't get drunk. Should I not?"