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Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 22:29:29 GMT -5
Natasha sat on one the long, cold metal benches wearing only a large T-Shirt she though she stole from Clint. Or maybe it had been Bruce. Hell, it could have been Steve for all she knew. The shirt fell to her knees, though, and that was all she cared about.
Holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, she carefully tried to wrap a nast gash down her leg with a thick bandage. It would be gone by by the next day, but right then it hurt. Enough that she had to bit her lip to keep from screaming as she wrapped it tightly.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 29, 2006 23:23:44 GMT -5
Betsy had been training also. But she had been using her mind. When one pushed their powers to the limit. As it was...she'd have to talk to Fury about what she had done to that training room. She had brushed by Steve on the way out...and from the look on his face...either he was impressed or terrified. She didn't stick around to find out.
As Betsy stumbled into the locker room as she did so she let her katana drag behind her. Noticing Natasha's gasp the Brit gasped a bit. "Bloody hell...are you alright?" This comming from a former hand member. Someone who had seen people take and took bullets herself. Hell Elektra died twice...and somehow came back...both times. But to wrap a wound like that...that took skill and control.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 23:32:27 GMT -5
"It'll heal by tomorrow," Natasha informed the younger woman curtly, more focused on the fact that blood was soaking though the layers of bandages already. It was times like this when she was fixing some grusome wound that she was all too aware of the age gap between her and her teammates. After all, the wound was nothing compared to some of the ones she'd gotten back in the Cold War under the KGB.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 29, 2006 23:37:06 GMT -5
Betsy shook her head. She did pick up on a few of the elder's thoughts and she asked, "Would you like help with it?" In all her career as...villain or hero...she had a team. Natasha didn't seem to have one. She prefered alone. But well she could try a little bit. Betsy knew well enough not to totally push it.
Natasha had held her own against Elektra, granted Elektra had lost her sais, ironically imbedding them into Tony's armor...but still. And Elektra never would turn down medical help when Kwannon or herself had offered.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 23:45:26 GMT -5
"Look, kid, I appreciate the offer... but I've been doing this for at least thirty years, if not longer, I think I've got it handled," Natasha hissed lightly. In that brief second that she'd focused on Betsy, her knife slipped and scrapped against her skin. Not enough to do any really damage, but enough to sting for a couple of hours, at the most.
Biting down on her lip, Natasha readjusted her grip on the knife and then carefully wrapped another layer of white gauze over her leg. Honestly, someone was going to have to talk to the computer geeks about their holograms being too realistic... not even Alexi had been able to inflict a wound that would stay open for more than a few hours, and he could almost predict her moves.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 0:10:58 GMT -5
Betsy's face practically morphed, the model's kilowatt smile melted. And in it's place was the staple of all modeldom. The extra wound that occured on her behalf was regretable. But somehow apologizing to Natasha seemed...impossible...and not worth the aggravation.
Instead she walked up to her respective locker and opened it.
With what appeared to be a careless toss her katana went straight into the locker. A graceful hand grabbed for her towel. Even as the other grabbed the tie at her collar. With a pull of the red string she placed the white cotton towel around her neck.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 0:19:57 GMT -5
Natasha's eyes flickered from the bandage only long enough to see what Betsy was up to, before staring intently at the spots of blood that continued to soak through. A couple more layers, though, and the spots of red had completely dissapered. Now all she had to do was hope that she hadn't lost too much blood, that her leg would still hold her wait, and that the gauze didn't grow into the healing skin. Again. The removal process was really quite painful.
Standing, she tested how well she was actually doing with a few simple stretchs. She was only a little light headed at the end of it and her leg had successfully held her weight. It had taken a lot of effort on her part to keep it from buckling. But she'd had worse, really... they'd just healed faster.
"I'm getting old," the redhead mumbled to herself, opening her own locker and digging in search for a pair of jeans that weren't skin tight. Because she supposed she'd have to give the T-Shirt back before somebody realized it was missing. Especially if was Bruce's. Altough, if it was, say, Tony's, he probably wouldn't mind...
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 0:27:48 GMT -5
Betsy glanced to Natasha, "I know you don't want a hand out...but you can borrow my skirt if you need it." Ok so being just shy of mid-thigh it could hardly be called a skirt. But Betsy had worn less. She would just go to her room in her undies. No big deal. While waiting for an answer the purple haired woman sat down and began the annoying process of undoing her gloves and boots...who ever thought they were practical was on crack...lots of it.
Finally...one boot down...one more to go...now the gloves. The left hand was easier to deal with than the right. The right was an opera glove as opposed to the left which only went to the wrist.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 0:34:43 GMT -5
Natasha shook her head slightly. "That's alright, I probably have something in my room," she shrugged and picked at the shirt. "Does this look like Bruce's? Because chances are he'll go on a rampage if I stole his shirt... and well, there isn't really anywhere to run here."
Frowning slightly, she pulled her hair back into a long ponytail, letting it fall over one shoulder. "I think it looks more like something Tony would wear... or, you know, at least buy for people." And it did, because nobody on the base, excluding Tony, actually owned anything with drunk jokes on it. Mostly because, Tony was usually drunk when he bought the shirts, and no one ever got as drunk as many times as Tony.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 0:38:38 GMT -5
Betsy looked up from where she was getting the god forsaken accesories off and tilted her head a bit. Lips pursed she said, "I think it's too big for Tony...and Thor throws out the Drunk jokes shirts...so the only one with the curtosey to keep it is Steve. Where did you find it?" Betsy idly began to undo the wooden knobs from the red cords. as she analyzed the shirt in question.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 0:42:48 GMT -5
Natasha shrugged, "The guys' locker room, it wasn't in a locker though." Which probably meant that someone was going to wear it, or it was filthy... not that either of those things really bothered her. "I thought my room was a little far to walk with a gashed up leg in my underwear." Not that she had any specific problem with walking around in her underwear, she just got annoyed with people who stared at the tattoo on her back.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 0:49:26 GMT -5
Betsy finally got to the zipper began to pull. "Well I just walked by Stever after leaving the training room...so it probably was his. After all it's laundry day." Betsy always thought it was stupid that the base did all their laundry on one day instead of just every day...but then she didn't know how they did it really. Absentmindedly pulling her long hair into a pony tail Betsy shrugged, "Even if it was Bruce's it's just a shirt...now if it were his pants....we'd probably have a problem."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 0:53:45 GMT -5
"I guess," Natasha shrugged slightly. "I just can't imagine either Bruce or Steve walking around bare-chested willingly. Bruce is too self-concious and Steve is too modest." There was a moment when briefly thought about the others who would possibly be modest walking around bare-chested. But the shirt was too large on her, it would have completely swallowed Peter and Reed. At least she had a chest to hold it up some, even if it did fall one shoulder.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 0:57:02 GMT -5
Betsy shrugged, "Steve being so modest would probably rather see you in his shirt than walking around in your underwear. As for Bruce he's too small regularly to wear it anyways." She was right about that one. Was it just her or was her voice a little bitter in tone when talking about Steve's modesty. Must be her imagination. Yeah...uh huh. Jut the old imagination.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 1:02:10 GMT -5
Natasha rolled her eyes. "If you want to see Steve bare-chested so bad, I'd be happy to steal all his shirts for you. I'll just blame it on Clint or Johnny, somebody who'd actually do that kind of thing." Which was actually an idea, supposing she ever felt the desperate need to get one of them into trouble.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 2:23:01 GMT -5
Betsy shrugged, "I could easily just make him less modest. I think it's being not modest and seeing him so modest is what alot of the attraction stems from." Betsy never talked about her powers much. She had to pretend she was just all enhanced through magic and science. Even though really that was only her eyes.
With a smirk Betsy peeled off her suit. "I still don't understand these unstable molecules...I went around in leather and was part of the greatest assassin team of all time...never needed it. and Elektra fights in hundred percent silk...crazy ass bitch she is." Betsy wrapped the towel around her...just out of habit. "Imagine if I go training in this. Steve'll probably blush cherry red."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 8:09:40 GMT -5
Natsha shook her head slightly. "We use unstable molecules because they breathe better than any fabric and can be used to temporarily bind wounds as stuff. Not to mention, they save us millions in replairs and new uniforms and we have too many crazy ass scientists on this team not to use them."
Personally, she found the unstable molecules better than the the all leather outfit she'd had to worn under the KGB, at least she'd never overheated or anything.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 16:12:01 GMT -5
Overheating wasn't really an issue for Betsy her job was really simple. Get in there kill get out...she remembered being sweatier than now...but it just felt different. Or rather different than all her other out fits prior.
"I suppose saving money is a good one and so is binding wounds." Silk never absorbed blood that well.
Betsy stepped into the shower section of the locker room. She hung her towel up and pressed the button to turn on the shower and twisted it to find the right temperature.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 16:18:26 GMT -5
Natasha nodded slightly and slammed her locker door shut, fed up with the lack of decent clothing. "It works for them, at least." Shruggging slightly, she relocked the locker. Sitting back on the bench, she rubbed the slight ache out of her leg, trying to regain some of her strength to get to her room.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 16:47:24 GMT -5
Betsy let the water wash over her. And as this happened Betsy asked, "So is it that terribly obvious that I fancy Steve?" Betsy tilted her head back to rinse the grime and sweat from her long oddly colored hair, which was entirely natural now.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 16:53:53 GMT -5
Natasha cocked her head to the side and chewed over the answer. "Maybe not to everyone. But it is to me." Biting her lip, she carefully rested her leg on the bench and just stared at the white bandage.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 16:56:42 GMT -5
Betsy shrugged, "I honestly think the only way I could fool you is to mess with your mind...and I'm not about to do something that dangerous...it's a bit like going into Bruce's mind. I don't know what would turn on your killer instincts and what, if anything, you wouldn't notice. And it's just mean." Betsy ran her hand along the graceful curves of her body in an attempt to aid the water.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 17:06:21 GMT -5
Natasha shrugged slightly, holding a hand over her bandaged leg. "Honestly, my mind's been screwed with so much I probably wouldn't even notice. I go out on a leap of faith that you won't."
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 17:08:43 GMT -5
Betsy laughed, "I know what you mean. There are times I don't even know if it's me or Kwannon doing the talking." Pressing the water button once more Betsy wrapped the towel around her once more. "Fact is this isn't even my body. How that works I have no idea at all."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 17:16:56 GMT -5
Natasha nodded slightly, fingering the bandages slightly. "I don't know how anything works in this whole place. And I really don't plan to find out."
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