Natasha's not all that dissimilar to Gamora in some ways. She can be downright taciturn and serious much of the time, saying nothing for hours on end rather than wasting her words on idle chatter. Outside of a mission, however, she's much more personable. They spend much of the actual flying trading playful barbs though once or twice Rocket will catch the spy nearly nodding off into her hand propped up on the armrest.
She's been working herself down to her bones and it shows in times like this where a lack of activity leaves her struggling to stay awake. She's all business every time they depart the Benitar. Doesn't take being turned away badly either. They knew it was going to be a bit of a struggle when they set out. For things that aren't processed and locally made, it's not as simple as just going to a grocery store anymore.
Back they go onto the ship and back to quips Natasha goes. They can settle into a routine that way. An easy one. But when they speak to the family working the farm out in Kansas Natasha makes certain her manners are with her when they agree to sell them a good quarter of one of the beasts and for a pretty reasonable price, too. The meat won't last forever even in a freezer sealed properly and there's really not enough people here to go through their stores of fresh food before it's wasted.
"We really appreciate it." The spy is all demure smiles though it's not exactly insincere with how friendly the farmers are. They may have to insist they're not aliens (Avengers, so close enough right?) but at the end of it all they can walk away with a cooler full of meat and let the farmers take the cash for much more needed supplies. Natasha even walked away with a 'foolproof' poundcake recipe and the know how to make a simple fruit compote to put on it when she admitted she wasn't much of a homemaker but was trying to arrange a dinner for a good friend.
She's still not so sure she wants to try her hand at baking herself, but it might come to that depending on what they can find.
"So, what's a crew of part time do-gooders and part time baddies do for fun in between planets? I can't imagine living on a ship all the time. Then again, I hardly leave my office back at the complex. I guess it's probably not too different, huh...?" There's a growing corner on the Benitar full of food they've picked up throughout the course of the day. Natasha's turning away from the windows to shoot a glance Rocket's way.
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on 2019-08-03 09:53 pm (UTC)She's been working herself down to her bones and it shows in times like this where a lack of activity leaves her struggling to stay awake. She's all business every time they depart the Benitar. Doesn't take being turned away badly either. They knew it was going to be a bit of a struggle when they set out. For things that aren't processed and locally made, it's not as simple as just going to a grocery store anymore.
Back they go onto the ship and back to quips Natasha goes. They can settle into a routine that way. An easy one. But when they speak to the family working the farm out in Kansas Natasha makes certain her manners are with her when they agree to sell them a good quarter of one of the beasts and for a pretty reasonable price, too. The meat won't last forever even in a freezer sealed properly and there's really not enough people here to go through their stores of fresh food before it's wasted.
"We really appreciate it." The spy is all demure smiles though it's not exactly insincere with how friendly the farmers are. They may have to insist they're not aliens (Avengers, so close enough right?) but at the end of it all they can walk away with a cooler full of meat and let the farmers take the cash for much more needed supplies. Natasha even walked away with a 'foolproof' poundcake recipe and the know how to make a simple fruit compote to put on it when she admitted she wasn't much of a homemaker but was trying to arrange a dinner for a good friend.
She's still not so sure she wants to try her hand at baking herself, but it might come to that depending on what they can find.
"So, what's a crew of part time do-gooders and part time baddies do for fun in between planets? I can't imagine living on a ship all the time. Then again, I hardly leave my office back at the complex. I guess it's probably not too different, huh...?" There's a growing corner on the Benitar full of food they've picked up throughout the course of the day. Natasha's turning away from the windows to shoot a glance Rocket's way.