[ Live long enough, you start to figure out who has the same lifespan as you do.
There's the Cold War, then smaller missions after that; it's 2008 when they meet again, the rubble of some weapons cache around them, bits of debris and wreckage and chrome. Everything smells like soot and ash and Natasha might wince at the way the desert sand whips around her, if she had any burns and scrapes in the aftermath of the explosion that stuck around for more than a couple minutes — already the skin of her arm is starting to turn new-pink, blood on her temple but the wound halfway to closed.
Natasha's on her hands and knees. She coughs, only twice, and spits out something tar and black into the sand. Internal bleeding never lasts long, when you have a mutant ability like this.
She thinks, briefly, that if Bond's dead, it'll have been a waste. ]
we meet again! also, i can edit if this doesn't work for you! ( regen, scenario 6? )
There's the Cold War, then smaller missions after that; it's 2008 when they meet again, the rubble of some weapons cache around them, bits of debris and wreckage and chrome. Everything smells like soot and ash and Natasha might wince at the way the desert sand whips around her, if she had any burns and scrapes in the aftermath of the explosion that stuck around for more than a couple minutes — already the skin of her arm is starting to turn new-pink, blood on her temple but the wound halfway to closed.
Natasha's on her hands and knees. She coughs, only twice, and spits out something tar and black into the sand. Internal bleeding never lasts long, when you have a mutant ability like this.
She thinks, briefly, that if Bond's dead, it'll have been a waste. ]