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"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on May 19, 2014 21:37:50 GMT -5
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Whoever said being a spy was glamorous work spent too much time watching Bond movies, with the suave and debonair spy shmoozing with beautiful people drinking cocktails and martinis in some stunningly luxurious party all within the backdrop of some exotic locale. No, it wasn't usually beautiful people, expensive drinks and stunning exotic backdrops of scenery. It was boring days of reconnaissance AM and PM, rain or shine, cold or hot, gathering Intel and studying to get the lay of the land. It was hacking into computer systems to get building specs. It was researching the security company and tech used. It was studying the general routine of the workers, the ebb and flow of the building personnel, the maintenance and service entrances, parcel deliveries, loading bay shipment times. It was learning the personnel by hacking into their HR files. It was stalking people, learning their patterns as well as the company's patterns and trends before, during and after hours. It was knowing the shifts and the changing of the guard. It was understanding their security system and finding their flaws and there were always flaws. Usually SHIELD would have whole teams doing this, however Natasha didn't have a team of analysts to rely on for the Intel, but in the past, in days old and gone it had been just herself and her ingenuity which knows no bounds when she's this determined.
The compulsion to help the man was strong in her, possibly because of anyone out there she understood the most what it was like to be fractured; to be made and unmade time and time again. She understood most what he was going through and would never wish it on anyone. The pain, the confusion; the disorienting disconnect that came with the flashbacks and the emotions that swelled from the remembrance; those can drive a sane person mad. It wasn't as simple as 'Ah I remember' as pieces fit like Lego blocks snapping perfectly into place...No, it wasn't that simple or succinct. It was a jumbled mess that leaves you questioning your true self, your emotions and your sanity. Being made and unmade countless times over messes with the mind, fractures mental pathways and stability. Sometimes the broken bridges aren't so pleasant when the information breaks through and it becomes difficult to discern realities; harder to tell the real things happening from memories or worse simply implanted thoughts and personas that never really were yours. It wasn't pleasant and it wasn't easy. Natasha had decades to learn techniques and overcome but this fractured soldier didn't have such luxury and his making and unmaking was more brutal than hers.
Now he was lost and directionless perhaps more so than she was. They shared a common history. For that alone she felt a deep compulsion to help, like she owed him for forgetting and leaving him behind. Even if it was Red Room tampered with her brain to make her forget the man for decades, that did not salve the reality that she owed him a debt and Natasha was going to make things right. And some of those things to help would be found in Oscorp.
That being said, it wasn't always a drop down storm the grounds with her guns blazing operation either. Sometimes she just had to go it old school. A fight or altercation with security would draw too much attention and this job needed more finesse. There were chemicals and drugs specific to memory; inhibitors and stimulators that her delving and research showed could be found at Oscorp. They were said to be working on a drug to cure Alzheimer's and dementia, even aid soldiers with PTSD though Natasha wasn't that gullible. Oscorp still had ties to the military which meant any of these medical breakthroughs could be weaponized or militarized eventually but she wasn't there to play politics or take any moral high ground, that wasn't her concern; just the repair of a soldier's fractured mind who she felt, no, remembered being indebted to. He saved her life once on a KGB mission, she'd return the favor now.
So here she was walking along the corridors of Oscorp casually like any other lab technician on the floor. Invisibility was the key in her profession, it wasn't just about skulking in the shadows, it was knowing how to dupe the system, how to be invisible in plain sight; how to blend. Her eyes were now brown thanks in part to the coloued contacts she wore and her hair at the moment wasn't red but blonde. The Facer drugs she'd injected herself earlier were of diluted steroids and muscle relaxants. In this day and age of hi-tech toys biometric data and recognition systems focused on the nodal points that comprised a person's face. The computer then analyzed these nodal points and transformed them into a string of numbers to create a face print and an ID match of a database. Tinted contacts and wigs could only go so far, to fool these computer programs and security systems one now had to utilize special drugs called Facer drugs to puff up the skin and lips or relax the skin to make one look older whatever she needed she would just vary the cocktail of steroid injections or tranqs. This was how the Black Widow remained invisible in plain sight back in the day; become someone else entirely.
She didn't have the fancy image inducers and holographic masks she once had access to with SHIELD, so Natasha was forced to go old school with her spy craft and used Facer drugs for her disguise to mimic a lab technician she stalked a week prior and had intercepted on the subway earlier this morning heading to work. The facer drugs she used would last only an hour; just long enough for her to infiltrate the building, set up and wait it out for tonight's heist.
She'd managed to get the access card she needed for the level above her from a higher ranking tech that was leaving shift. It was a simple sleight of hand; once again old school. After that Natasha , moved to a utility closet she knew would be there. She had memorized the building plans earlier before the mission commenced and knew this to be a blind spot for the cameras and the perfect entry point. Picking the lock of the utility closet was easy enough, it was a pretty low tech lock, after all it was just a broom closet why have state of the art locks or security cameras facing there? Natasha entered then climbed up the tool shelf to reach the ventilation shaft and pried the grill cover off gently hanging it on a nail on the wall. After shedding herself of the lab coat and donned her own gear, (There were advantages to having a fitting uniform; it fit beneath almost anything). Natasha tested the strength of the structure to hold her weight as she pulled herself in the ventilation shaft. From there she waited out the rest of the work day until night fell and the changing of the guards took place and then she'd make her way through the series of narrow duct work to get what she needed.
Easy peasy right?....riiiight.
If there was one thing in the spy and infiltration business Natasha could count on was that there were always kinks to a plan, something that threw one for a loop and forced one to improvise. She managed to pilfer the chemicals she needed but the research data was locked down under something called Special Projects and the user ID and password she managed to acquire couldn't get her any further. That meant needing to get a higher clearance which had her breaking into Norman Osborn's office. If his terminal was looking through sensitive material IT securities wouldn't think anything of it and the less conspicuous she could be the better.
Going straight for the computer on the president's expensive desk Natasha powered it up in the darkness, fingers tapping impatiently as she waited for the system to load. Unzipping a concealed pouch on her right leg she removed a link that inserted into the computer's port the other end was another old school device utilized to crack passwords. The tool used a large-scale time-memory trade off process for faster password cracking than the more traditional brute force methods. What would take days for a brute force attack this little device could do in minutes...and voila - Natasha was in and copying files onto her portable device. She wasn't greedy and didn't bother to look at anything else other than what she came for, to do that would risk exposure. As the file transfer neared completion the was a sound in the hallway outside; someone was approaching. Natasha waited for the transfer to complete before she pulled the link out of the computer just in time to hear the beep of the security lock green light. She hit the power on the computer and leaped away without really doing a proper shutdown.
~Crap.~ Natasha thought eyeing the distance to the ventilation shaft just as the door handle clicked. There was no time for that route so she silently scampered up a set of shelving and pressed herself into the corner; head and back pushed against the ceiling as one hand held onto one of the mounted ceiling sprinklera and her legs split on either side of the two walls to anchor her body. It was a difficult position to hold and it wasn't all together comfortable but Natasha thanked her innate flexibility for being able to hold this difficult position. Her only hope now was that whoever it was wouldn't notice her five feet over head.
Yup, this was definitely not as planned...
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 21, 2014 22:20:27 GMT -5
"Sir, we just need a little more time." The scientist scrambled to speak to Norman, his hunched frame showcasing the nervousness and fear her felt in the presence of the man. Norman eyed him with a frown, unimpressed.
"You don't have time. The Winter Soldier is an asset I cannot afford to wait on. Get the machine re-calibrated or I will put someone more capable in charge." Norman spoke with a calm tone, letting the scientist know he was serious. The man gave a quick frightened nod and then scurried away as quickly as he could, defeated. Norman gazed down at the file he held in his hand, detailing all the work they had done on The Winter Soldier thus far. The mechanical chair he had designed and built was stable, but The Winter Soldier's brainwaves were different than Norman had anticipated - likely due to the fact that the machine was calibrated for his Bucky, not this alternate one. For the machine to fully function, they would need to change the data fields around so that it aligned with this new Bucky's mind. That took time - time Norman couldn't afford to give up.
Norman waltzed out of the well-lit room, his former HAMMER researchers hard at work under his command. Norman buttoned his jacket up as he left the secret lab, proceeding into the elevator and putting in his unique seven digit passcode. The elevator lit up with a white glow, and he punched the button for his office. He really needed a drink after that ordeal, not to mention everything else that had been going on the past couple days. Everything was falling into place, but even Norman had to admit it was overwhelming keeping track of it all, especially since he had a public image to uphold in the meantime. He wondered how The Winter Soldier was doing on his mission to kill Hawkeye - hopefully that would be finished up sooner rather than later, and Norman could move on to the next point on his list - getting Carnage to kill Spider-Man. After that, he needed to prioritize finding a way to neutralize Iron Man and Captain America, then he would hunt down Black Widow. He was indeed a busy man.
The elevator gave off a pleasant tone as it arrived at Norman's floor, opening up into the main corridor that ended at his imposing doorway. Norman rubbed his eyes before punching in another set of digits, unlocking the door. He walked into the large office, the darkness greeting him as his unbuttoned his suit jacket and threw it over a nearby chair. Delighted by the idea of a drink, Norman walked over to the nearby cabinet, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves as he reached for a bottle of bourbon.
But something caught Norman's eye - the computer. The monitor was on, glowing in the darkness and lighting up his desk. it should have been off; Norman knew he didn't leave it on. After all, he never left his computer on - too many prying eyes that could find unwanted information. But had someone done so anyway? Norman put down the bottle he had just picked up, and turned to face the desk, examining it more thoroughly. It looked neat and tidy - untouched, just as he left it. Nothing was moved, nothing was out of place. But the computer was on, and had clearly been used recently. No one was that careful, that precise. Well, maybe there was one person. Norman smiled slyly to himself, figuring it out.
"You can come down now, I bet it's pretty straining to have to hold that pose..." Norman turned upwards, scanning the ceiling quickly and spotting exactly who he had suspected, hiding in the dark and supporting herself gracefully. "...Natasha." Norman smiled at her. Maybe he would get more of a start on his list than he had planned, after all. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from an international superspy?" Norman asked her coyly.
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ANTI-HERO
"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on May 25, 2014 0:00:11 GMT -5
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The door opened slowly just as Natasha got into position, pressing herself back and head flat against the ceiling as the rest of her stretched out to anchor her body. It wasn't the easiest position to hold and she felt the burn of her muscles strain as the minutes ticked by watching below as who should enter but Norman Osborn himself. An internal curse to the Fates was uttered under breath for the profound ill luck. Yup the Fates could be cruel...those damn bitches.
Forced to simply wait out the man and hope he just came in to pick up some papers and leave Natasha was forced to simply be silent spectator as Norman crossed the room and rubbed his eyes before unbuttoning his suit jacket and throwing it over a nearby chair as he moved to a nearby cabinet, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves as he reached for a bottle of bourbon.
~Great...he's staying for a drink.~ sarcasm dripped from the thought as Natasha closed her eyes to shed herself of the annoyance and inconvenience, then silently exhaled to allow her body to relax a bit. The tenser she got the harder it would be to hold the position so she tried to settle herself in and not pay attention to the growing burn in her muscles. Opening her eyes once again Natasha chastised herself for having left the monitor on. In her haste to scamper up the shelving into this position splayed on ceiling and walls she had to forego shutting off the monitor and hoped the simply black screen from the computer being shut down would pass as a dormant station. Sadly Norman was much more astute than that and he caught the small flash from the tiny LED light on the monitor denoting the power was on.
Maybe though he would think he'd left it on by accident, after all Natasha was extremely careful not to disturb anything and leave it all in the same order and place (with exception of the left on monitor). Unfortunately, luck was not playing out for her this night as the man seemed to have figured it all out. Natasha at this point wasn't sure whether to be impressed or annoyed at being discovered and technically she was a little bit of both especially when the sly smooth voice of the man sounded below her.
"You can come down now, I bet it's pretty straining to have to hold that pose..." Norman turned upwards, scanning the ceiling quickly and spotting exactly who he had suspected, hiding in the dark and supporting herself gracefully.
Mentally Natasha swore in every known language she could think of, even if her face gave nothing away and was her usual neutral calm repose.
"...Natasha." Norman smiled at her.
Even after being discovered there was no look of guilt or fear or anything really to give away her true intent or feelings she simply cast the man an enigmatic casual smile.
"Well...this is a little awkward." she joked in mock shyness even as her voice sounded with an almost smooth as silk tone, smiling from above with an easy nonchalance about her despite being pretty much caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from an international superspy?" Norman asked her coyly. His voice was silk and smooth, but he had the eyes and the movement of a viper and Natasha despite her rather blasé mask of self-assured ,laid back ease she had her guard up internally though it never showed. The consummate actress she deftly dropped from the ceiling in a graceful flip to land silently upon the ground on booted feet before the man as she settled herself on his desk.
"Well you know, I hear you have 'all' the toys." she smiled a playful enigmatic smile as she casually leaned against the desk; sleight of hand retrieving the data stick she'd inadvertently left containing the info she came to procure. Her casual almost seductive movements of hopping up and sitting on the man's desk cross legged and leaning back causally masked the deft work of her hand to conceal and store away the miniature data device. "So I came to see for myself."
She tilted her head to the side slightly as she regarded the man. "Quite impressive from my vantage point." another cryptic smile placed with nothing else given away.
"But you're working late..." she eyed the bourbon, the way he' d undone his shirt to loosen his tie earlier when he entered, even the way he'd cast his jacket off to the side before had all the signs of a long day with something either frustrating him or making him impatient with the hint of just wanting to relax. "Bit of a rough day at work? Or you just looking to unload?" she asked equally as coy as he was being earlier.
You'd think she wasn't fazed at all by being caught in the man's office, all the while her mind was frantically trying to work a way out of this.
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 28, 2014 22:06:41 GMT -5
Norman watched Natasha as she hid in the shadows, unsure of what her next move would be. He was prepared for everything - he didn't have much experience with Black Widow, but knew she was cunning and agile. He would have to make sure to watch her carefully, to react to any sudden movements. Luckily, the Goblin formula made him more than capable of taking her hits, but he couldn't risk her escaping. She had tampered with his computer and he had to assume she had taken all of the data off it. More importantly, he had to find out to what end - was SHIELD watching him? Making sure he kept good on his public promises of helping the populous? Or was Black Widow herself after something? Norman had to admit he was as intrigued as he was annoyed.
Norman didn't flinch as Natasha descended from the ceiling, casually taking a spot on his desk, unphased by his presence - Norman expected nothing less. But she was a bit different from the last time he had seen her. She seemed a little younger, and her attitude was a little more playful than the Natasha he had briefly encountered times before. it didn't matter though - she was clearly as suave and versatile as the one he knew. Norman gave her a smile as she spoke, her voice and tone so cheeky.
"I do have all the toys. It's part of the advantage of being a self made entrepreneur. I'm sure you have plenty of your own though." Norman gestured towards her with one hand. "After all, I know my building's security isn't that lacking." Norman would have to have a long discussion with the head of security after this - Natasha was a renowned superspy, but there is no reason they couldn't have at least noticed a breach in the building. he missed living at the Avengers Tower - now that was a place that had some serious security networking. Norman eyed Natasha carefully as she looked around the room, noting the small details about his attitude and attire. Norman had to admit he was impressed on how quickly she could pick up his mood just by a few small things.
'"Impressive, Ms. Romanov - you noticed that the CEO of a large mega corporation that's trying to rescue the world from peril had a rough day. Should I give you a medal?" Norman joked as he walked back over to the bottle of bourbon, finally getting the chance to pour the drink. "Want any? I figure I should at least be hospitable to the person that is potentially robbing all of my company's secrets." Norman motioned to his liquor cabinet, containing all manner of alcoholic drinks. Norman hardly indulged in anything outside of bourbon, but he had to appease any potential business clients - and the universal sign of a wealthy man was a full selection of alcohol.
'Speaking of which..." Norman leaned against the counter, his eyes scanning Natasha up and down as she coyly sat on his desk. The way she was sitting was very seductive, and Norman had to give her credit for trying to use all the assets available to her advantage, like a true spy. "...why shouldn't I call up all of my security and New York's Finest right now to have you taken down for trespassing?" Norman smirked, taking another small sip of bourbon. The bite of the drink was refreshing, and helped him feel rejuvenated. "After all, SHIELD can't really do much to help you right now, that much I know."
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"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jun 1, 2014 23:59:39 GMT -5
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From her position on his desk Natasha gave a soft chuckle at Norman's comment about him having all the toys and his claim of her having plenty. She loved playful banter in and amongst the danger of a 'game'. It was a tightrope walk the two played at the moment, Natasha in particular; the slightest misstep and it was over and like a good game of chess one needed to think three moves ahead even as one moved their piece on the board. Show your move on one hand, hide the intent of the other.
"Well yes, I do love my toys." Natasha conceded casting Norman an enigmatic smile. Her tone and inflection was said with an ease of conversation that seemed casual and almost playful in nature, not at all what one would expect from having just been caught trespassing. "But it never hurts to take a peek at what others have...I'm insatiable that way."
At his mention of her managing to bypass the building security Natasha answered. "I wouldn't be too hard on your security Norman, it's actually pretty tight but well, I do have special skills sets." her lips creased into a wily smile. "There hasn't been anything yet I can't get into or out of. So rest assured your security is pretty hard to beat for most people...but then again I'm not like the rest."
Her assessment of him seemed to cause Norman to get his snark on, which Natasha had to admit she appreciated; sarcastic humor is a lost art these days.
"Impressive, Ms. Romanov - you noticed that the CEO of a large mega corporation that's trying to rescue the world from peril had a rough day. Should I give you a medal?" Norman joked as he walked back over to the bottle of bourbon, finally getting the chance to pour the drink.
"I'm perceptive that way, but I'll settle for an All Access pass of Oscorp, instead of that medal you're offering."
Well one can't blame a girl for trying.
"Want any?..." Norman asked motioning to his well stocked liquor cabinet that seemed to contain all manner of drink. No doubt it was to supplicate all manner of business men and women he entertained. "... I figure I should at least be hospitable to the person that is potentially robbing all of my company's secrets."
Natasha shook her head at the offered drink and simply moved to answer his comment on robbery. "Do I look like a petty thief to you?" Natasha asked rhetorically, poised on the man's desk the crease of her lips still painted that enigmatic smile.
She then watched silently as Norman leaned against the counter, his eyes scanning her up and down as she coyly sat on his desk. The way she was sitting was very seductive but natural in her pose, even with Norman's scrutinizing gaze she remained effortlessly alluring seated on his desk unfazed by the scrutiny. She still tried to keep it all casual because tense conversations got less out and more bloodshed and she was aiming for a seamless transition out of here if she could.
"Speaking of which...why shouldn't I call up all of my security and New York's Finest right now to have you taken down for trespassing?" Norman smirked, taking another small sip of his bourbon. "After all, SHIELD can't really do much to help you right now, that much I know."
There was a small pause in their conversation where Natasha's blue-green eyes met that of the powerful man across from her. There was almost an edge to him, a danger maybe? But there was definitely a sharpness to him, something in the look in his eyes or maybe it was the way he was almost analyzing her rather than appraising her like most other men would. It showed he had control, a cut above the average power-player CEO that over compensated by satiating their baser instincts. No, Norman was different, there was a calculated cunning in him Natasha sensed and needed to be careful with. Uncrossing her legs Natasha slipped off the desk and walked over to where Norman was leaning against the counter and casually moved up to him and took the glass of bourbon from his hands as she spoke.
"Why ruin a perfectly good and private moment with hired thugs in the room, when it could just be you and me?" her fingers brushed against his as she slowly pulled the glass from his grasp. "Meaningful conversations flow much more fluidly with two, anything more is tediously crowded." her left brow arched in that 'am I right?' kind of a look.
If he decided to hang on to the glass rather than relinquish it to her, Natasha wouldn't contest and simply release her hold however if he allowed her to take it from him she would languidly put glass to her lips and take a sip of the liquor from the very glass Norman himself drank from allowing the smooth warm liquid to fire her throat and warm her.
Call it occupational tendencies but she never trusted any drinks handed to her that wasn't tasted by the one giving her said drink but she masked the mistrust and laced it with alluring movements some would consider seductive but natural; all none the wiser. But for Natasha drinking from his glass was two fold. One, it was pragmatic in survival tactics Norman wouldn't poison or lace his own drink that he would be consuming himself so it was safe to drink his. And two, taking his drink and being in that close proximity to almost be at an intimate distance gave most men the sense of ease or a casualness that allowed for some guards to be dropped after all it wasn't like her body at the moment was screaming 'I am going to kill you'. If anything it seemed rather casual and harmlessly flirty as she swallowed slowly and luxuriated in the taste and feel of the liquor as it went down then smiled handing Norman back his glass.
"You also stock the good stuff I see." she appraised. "Thanks for the drink, it was divine...warms a girl up after a long day." she commented approvingly of his choice in bourbon.
"As for SHIELD...What makes you think they can't do much to help me now?" she asked coyly. "Not that I really need them but, do you know something I don't Norman? Care to fill a girl in?"
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jun 26, 2014 9:21:08 GMT -5
"All Access pass?" Norman chuckled at the comment. "You got all the access you need by hacking into my computer, Romanov. What more could you want?" He shot her a conniving gaze.
Norman had to admit he was caught off guard a bit as Natasha slipped towards him, her fingers brushing against his and relieving him of his glass. The Romanov he knew wasn't so suave and would rather quickly and swiftly take out threats rather than play the smooth spy - this was getting more and more interesting. Norman let the glass go, realizing Natasha's intentions - she was much more cunning than he gave her credit for. She was wary of him poisoning any drinks she would have taken, so instead she took his. Norman regained his cool as he watched Natasha's playful eyes. At the close proximity, part of Norman wanted to grasp her neck and choke her for her arrogance, watching the life get squeezed from her lungs. The other part wanted to keep playing this game. After all, she clearly wanted something from him, and he wasn't above striking deals with his enemies before unmercifully crushing them. Having a super spy under his belt could even be quite useful, since Belova was nowhere to be found.
"I do admit that one on one can be more fun, Romanov." Norman returned her suggestive tone. "But I'm a busy man, so unless you're offering me something, I'm afraid I'll need to ask for my stuff back." Norman smirked at her devilishly. He knew she had the data on her, probably on a USB drive or other storage device. Norman was very meticulous about keeping his data under lock and key, but the newest addition of Bucky Barnes to his arsenal of "weapons" had not been encrypted yet, and thus would be very easy to open if found in his files.
At Natasha's comment about SHIELD, Norman smiled knowingly. This was his chance to regain control of the situation. he assumed Natasha wasn't aware of the dimensional shifts that were occuring - like most others, she probably found herself in this reality, not quite sure what was going on - and without SHIELD to give her intel, she was probably having difficulty figuring it out on her own. "Natasha Romanov, not knowing what's going on? Why my dear, I'm disappointed." He teased. She had confirmed his suspicions about SHIELD being cut off, which was very good news for Norman. "In fact, you seem a little...out of your element." Norman ran his finger along her cheek with a smile. "Does this world seem a little different from yours, Natasha? Maybe things seem out of place? People you thought you knew seem a little...off? Different? Don't know you? It must be so hard for you to keep your cool attitude while in such a strange mirrored New York of your own." Norman spoke with a grin, looking into her eyes with an almighty gaze, trying to turn the tables on her suave demeanor.
"I can help you understand what's going on. In fact, let me tell you something." Norman leaned into her, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling himself close to her as he set his glass down. "I'm impressed you had the gall to try this power play, Natasha. You've got more guts than I give you credit for. But I can very easily make sure things don't end well for you. I don't know what the Norman Osborn from your world is like, but you should know that I am not a pushover. I'm not a man that has to rely on his security to deal with threats." He moved his face closer to hers, gazing into her eyes deeply. "I'm not above getting my hand dirty, and I'm not above crushing anyone I perceive as a threat. You don't want to be on my bad side, Ms. Romanov. Believe me."
"Now....why don't you just tell me exactly what you're after? This doesn't have to be so...confrontational." Norman smiled darkly, pulling his head back slightly but keeping his hand behind her back. Norman had to admit this was a fun back and forth they were having.
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"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Jul 20, 2014 0:25:38 GMT -5
 "All Access pass?" Norman chuckled at the comment. "You got all the access you need by hacking into my computer, Romanov. What more could you want?" He shot her a conniving gaze."What every woman wants..." Natasha cast Norman a beguiling Cheshire smile. "...Everything."Natasha had then slipped towards him, her fingers brushing against his and relieving him of his glass as she drank from it; luxuriating in the taste and feel. There was a momentary glimmer Natasha noticed in the man, as though her initial action had taken him off his game but it was a fleeting moment barely even noticeable unless you were schooled in reading the subtle nuances of body language and you were looking for any signs like Natasha was she knew she was walking an extremely dangerous tight rope. "I do admit that one on one can be more fun, Romanov." Norman returned her suggestive tone to which Natasha smiled suggestively back only to have her smile dashed as she feigned a convincing pout of disappointment with his next set of words. "But I'm a busy man, so unless you're offering me something, I'm afraid I'll need to ask for my stuff back." Norman smirked at her devilishly. "And here I thought we were having a 'moment'." Natasha teased having handed back the drink. There was no way she was going to hand over the data; there was too much at stake and it looked like Oscorp might have the answers she needed to figure things out. The Avengers seemed splintered or scattered and SHIELD didn't have any answers useful to her either. There were some things she found at Stark's regarding Extremis but nothing that actually would make headway into helping the Winter Soldier. Natasha still couldn't believe she was actually trying to save a man that tried to kill her not to mention shot her twice, once in Odessa and then in DC. But the man brought back memories of her past that compelled her to help him at all costs and at all costs she would, even if it meant making deals with the devil.
Her comment about SHIELD made Norman react a bit brazenly as he smiled knowingly. as he regained control of the situation. A slight miscalculation on Natasha's part with her statement about SHIELD but she'd been distracted with thoughts of the mysterious soldier from her past, she'd let things slip and in the precarious tight rope walk she did with Norman it very well could mean her downfall."Natasha Romanov, not knowing what's going on? Why my dear, I'm disappointed." He teased and internally Natasha chastised herself for the slip up. "In fact, you seem a little...out of your element." Natasha's eyes widened at the perception the man displayed. There weren't many that managed to keep up with her 'footwork' in the play of words and nuances but this man, kept up and managed to take the lead. She allowed herself the show of vulnerability picking up on the man's satisfaction of figuring things out. Natasha remained still as though shocked at the notion of having been unravelled and discovered so easily.
In her stillness as she looked up at the powerful man, as he ran his finger along her cheek smiling dangerously knowing, at her. "Does this world seem a little different from yours, Natasha? Maybe things seem out of place? People you thought you knew seem a little...off? Different? Don't know you? It must be so hard for you to keep your cool attitude while in such a strange mirrored New York of your own." Norman spoke with a grin, looking into her eyes with an almighty gaze, trying to turn the tables on her suave demeanor and it was then she allowed that small hint of vulnerability to show as he hit it on the nail quite accurately; she was out of her element in this city.
She had the grace to look away slightly when his words rang true, just enough to give him the power he needed to feel in control and enough of herself for him to know that he had her right where he wanted her. It was easier to sell when you gave a little bit of the truth and well, he was right she was totally out of her element here. The Soldier and this world had thrown her for a loop and not even this version of Norman Osborn was bringing in to light just how badly out of place Natasha really was."I can help you understand what's going on. In fact, let me tell you something." Norman leaned into her, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling himself close to her as he set his glass down. Natasha's breath caught slightly having felt the unexpected strength in the man's arms. He was not as frail as his aging body's frame made him appear to be and making Natasha even more curious about the man that held her."I'm impressed you had the gall to try this power play, Natasha. You've got more guts than I give you credit for. But I can very easily make sure things don't end well for you. I don't know what the Norman Osborn from your world is like, but you should know that I am not a pushover. I'm not a man that has to rely on his security to deal with threats." He moved his face closer to hers, tantalizingly dangerous it actually gave Natasha a rush at the danger as the man gazed into her eyes deeply. One might actually even think the woman was actually aroused by whole thing."I'm not above getting my hand dirty, and I'm not above crushing anyone I perceive as a threat. You don't want to be on my bad side, Ms. Romanov. Believe me." She allowed her breath to rise and fall as she watched and listened to him speak with all the strength and power to confidently back up what he was saying and Natasha would be lying if she didn't find it all, this man before her rather intriguing. There was more to this version of Norman Osborn then casual appearances, more than just an obscenely rich man, there was something else hidden and dangerous and well Natasha always loved a good intrigue. "Now....why don't you just tell me exactly what you're after? This doesn't have to be so...confrontational." Norman smiled darkly, pulling his head back slightly but keeping his hand behind her back. With another beguiling smile Natasha did the unthinkable; she settled into the man's arms. "Got to admit, It's rather refreshing to see you're a bit more than a rich man hiding behind his money and a fancy desk...Perception, power and intelligence is more of a turn on."One would think after having the warning she received it would have been enough to make her cower or shrink away, maybe even rebuff him with some kind of equal bravado to try and match up the power play and get back the ground she lost but that would have been most people's reaction and well Natasha wasn't like most people. Instead of puffing out and pounding on chests like others might have done, to try and take control, Natasha went with the flow allowing Norman the lead. Like in a graceful dance it was an ebb and flow; a lead and follow trade off and this time it was Norman's lead."And it seems we're of the same mind. I find confrontations rather tedious as well. Conversations and 'things', run a bit smoother with less ...friction." she smiled equally as dark matching his suggestive tones with one of her own as she slid her fingers up his arm in feather light touches to rest upon his shoulders lightly and fix crease of his collar from when he had leaned into her earlier. "You're right. This isn't my world and this little spider is a bit out of her element but give a girl a chance to catch her breath." she smiled.
"I'm not the Black Widow this world thinks I am. I am not a hero. I'm just a girl trying to land on the right side of survival." she said. "I need to find out who I really am because being lost in this world is the least of my worries.""Red Rooms' programming has me tied in deep. There are things in my past I need answers to. The trip to this world helped to open a bit of my mind but not enough of it to make any sense. I need answers to my past and your company's research into Alzheimer's and the brain's memory core could be a key in unlocking those memories for me, so I stole the data." Natasha confessed. It was easier to sell a lie when you mix it with a bit of truth. "I have rather 'special' skill sets that would make me an invaluable asset to you and I'm not just talking about what I can do behind closed doors." she smirked. "I can go places, get into areas you can't and I'm betting, as much as you claim to know about SHIELD you don't know it all and I think you want to."Natasha smiled knowingly.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jul 23, 2014 23:21:57 GMT -5
Norman was surprised when Natasha settled into his arm. He tried not to show it, but it caught him off guard - she wasn't scared of his intimidation, but wasn't confrontational about it either. She had virtually admitted to not wanting to fight, yet was still rebellious, willing to meld with the situation as it changed. This Natasha was very different from Fury's old lapdog from Norman's world, who would have not dealt with any of this nonsense and simply tried to fight Norman off or escape at the first sign of danger. This Natasha was more lively, perceptive...and both irritatingly and attractively dangerous. She reached up towards his collar, her hand getting closer to his neck than he would like. Norman watched the hand with scrutiny as she simply adjusted his shirt, half tempted to grab the hand and crush it. But even Norman had to admit Natasha was giving him something to do - something to play with. He gazed back at the woman, whose face was soft and calm, clearly practiced. She exuded confidence and seduction. "Norman unnoticeably cringed at the word 'spider.'
"You came in here to steal our Alzheimer's research?" Norman asked, cocking an eyebrow. He kept his grip on her, but loosed it a bit. It was becoming more and more clear she wasn't going to make a move against him. "Don't be offended when I tell you I don't believe you, Romanov. You may be a good liar but I know you're after something else. Something you think you could only get in my office. That is data you could have stolen from any console on the middle floors of this building, which not only contain less security measures, but are also easier to break into." Norman narrowed his gaze, trying unsuccessfully to read her. This Natasha was more hardened then the Black Widow from his time. At least he could get a bead on that one.
"Tell you what, darling." Norman smirked, showing some of his teeth. "I'll make you a deal - you give me back the data you stole, and I'll give you all of our Alzheimer and memory development research. No fuss - I'll even let you walk out the front door. How's that for an offer?" Norman's smirked turned into a devilish grin. He knew the woman wouldn't take it- but it was a play to make her confess to wanting more info that she was letting on. Norman needed to know what she was specifically after, and she was stonewalling him hard. Still, he had to admit that their psychological footwork was fun and oddly alluring.
Her next suggestion caused Norman to let out a laugh. "You expect me to trust you? Listen, you may be cut off from SHIELD and maybe even the Avengers, but what makes you think I want someone like you on my team? You'd probably make off with all my research the moment I turned my back. What kind of benefit do you get from working for me?" Norman asked her, pulling her closer to him. There was something exhilarating about their back and forth, something that was like aphrodisiac to him.
"As much as I would love to extract all the knowledge you have Natasha, I'm not about to trust you. And you're a fool for making such a suggestion. You know what I think? I think you're at the end of the road and out of options. You're on your own in this world and think you can just prey on my resources as a way to get back on your feet. But it's not going to work - I'm not as foolish as all the others you duped in the past." Norman could feel his blood starting to boil, a rush filling his body as his accusations fueled his actions. He pulled her closer to him, his hand increasing his grip and his gaze looking her body up and down, impulses filling him. The Goblin formula within him was simmering, but he let out a soft breath and fixated his gaze on her face once more. He needed to remain in control here. "Now...hand over my data."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Oct 6, 2014 23:56:39 GMT -5
Natasha noticed the man cringe at the word 'spider', a curious reaction to a simple word, however she made no hint of notice and simply tucked away that tid bit to intel for a later date as Norman started to question her on her motives.
"You came in here to steal our Alzheimer's research?" Norman asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes." Natasha replied, her face neutral and almost matter of factly innocent even as Norman kept his grip on her. She remained seeming unphased and even when his grip loosed it a bit she made no tell tale signs of relief even if she was a bit relieved. The slight loosening was a good sign or at least Natasha took it as one.
"Don't be offended when I tell you I don't believe you, Romanov..."
"None taken."
"...You may be a good liar but I know you're after something else. Something you think you could only get in my office. That is data you could have stolen from any console on the middle floors of this building, which not only contain less security measures, but are also easier to break into." Norman narrowed his gaze, as he tried to read her.
Natasha simply stared back at Norman choosing to remain within his hold without resistance as he scrutinized her and the entire time she held a simple neutral repose.
"Ah but in your office I am guaranteed a certain degree of...privacy." she admitted of her choice to use his office rather than a consol on the middle floors. "The middle floors are less restrictive and too many people come and go down there. I'm not a fan of interruptions when I work...it gets rather 'messy' then."
"So...do I pass inspection?" she asked with just a hint of playfulness to her tone which was meant to soften the initial edge of her last statement of things potentially getting messy.
"Tell you what, darling." Norman smirked, showing some of his teeth and it was at that moment Natasha felt the prickles of danger that was both exhilarating to her and also a warning. "I'll make you a deal - you give me back the data you stole, and I'll give you all of our Alzheimer and memory development research. No fuss - I'll even let you walk out the front door. How's that for an offer?" Norman's smirked turned into a devilish grin.
"It's a very tempting offer. Almost too good to be true." Natasha answered, her fingers sliding back up the man's arms as she coyly tilted her head to look up at him and cast an enigmatic smile. "You'd really let me go that easily?"
"You expect me to trust you?" Norman laughed then.
"It's not about trust Norman." Natasha said. "It's about mutual benefit."
"Listen, you may be cut off from SHIELD and maybe even the Avengers, but what makes you think I want someone like you on my team? You'd probably make off with all my research the moment I turned my back. What kind of benefit do you get from working for me?" Norman asked her, pulling her closer to him and it was then she allowed herself the exhale of a surprised gasp or perhaps it was a gasp of provocation; aroused by the back and forth banter and the danger that she teetered on. She left it for him to interpret as he pleased though she would admit there was something titillating about their back and forth power plays that was arousing. She hadn't had to dance this dance in awhile and it was rather exciting to be within danger's grip.
"As much as I would love to extract all the knowledge you have Natasha..."
"Is that all you'd want from me?" she asked in an almost playful tone.
"...I'm not about to trust you. And you're a fool for making such a suggestion. You know what I think? I think you're at the end of the road and out of options. You're on your own in this world and think you can just prey on my resources as a way to get back on your feet. But it's not going to work - I'm not as foolish as all the others you duped in the past." Norman said and with each syllable she could feel the growing tension; that slow boil to the surface just as he pulled her closer to him.
His hand increasing his grip on her and she was pressed closer to him now, so much he could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breath as she stared up at him allowing a small crack of vulnerability to show. She understood his body language and the clear and present danger he was presenting and at the same time she also witnessed in him a hint of vulnerability as well at least from her perspective.
It wasn't just his gaze as he looked her body up and down, as though impulses were filling him but beneath even those human frailties there was something else simmering beneath, something more deadly, more dangerous that lurked just behind those commanding eyes of his. And just behind that was a vulnerability that she had not noticed until he spoke of being at the end of the road without options on her own in the world. He wasn't just talking about her, in some ways it was him too and that, 'that', Natasha could work with.
With a soft breath Norman fixated his gaze on her face once more and away from the rest of her form. Whatever she managed to captivate him with seemed to be reined in. The man had impressive amount of self control. "Now...hand over my data."
With a smile Natasha did the unthinkable and appeared to comply. Shifting her body to retrieve the data key, though not without strategically brushing against him lightly as she moved her actions were not out of the way but rather a natural progression of shifting bodies that were at such close proximity. Natasha just didn't bother to go out of her way to avoid his touch.
She had reached down and slowly retrieved the item then moved to place it into his shirt pocket making sure to let her fingers trail into its fold before pulling out and sliding her hand across the top of the hem of the pocket as if sealing the object within the shirt pocket. Her fingers then splayed resting lightly upon his chest right at the heart .
"There...all yours." she said with a small beguiling smile, knowing he most likely was not expecting her to acquiesce, but Natasha was working a bigger angle now. What first was the simple data acquisition she realized a greater potential but also a larger gamble for her right now.
"Now that you have what you want, are you really going to just let me go?" she asked without moving from her close proximity against him. Her eyes having moved from the rise and fall of his chest back up to meet his eyes and this time it was a look of understanding.
"I don't think I'm the only one that's alone in this place." she said softly, " I think you're on your own in this world too with no one you can rely on. You don't have the same contacts, the same connections here and I bet like me the people you think you know or knew are somehow different too. It makes you more uneasy, more weary. It was harder to trust people then, even harder now...like me Norman, you're on your own too."
For a moment Natasha said nothing allowing her words to settle and culminate in his mind though she kept her hand upon his chest just above his heart as she gauged the pulse of it; measured the beats. She could read a lot into the thumping beat of a heart and she measured the moments silence with them before finally breaking the stillness.
"We're both alone in this, but we don't have to be. I need your resources and I'm a useful tool for you to use as you see fit." she said laying out the common ground.
"I'm not asking you to trust me Norman...You shouldn't." she said with an enigmatic and alluring smile. "But that doesn't mean you can't rely on me."
"Say what you will of me, but my skill sets are rather unique and I do have my uses " she said, eyes meeting his unflinchingly. " I dare say that I'd 'fit' just fine with your needs."
Yes the double meaning was intentional, after all what's a little bit of playful banter in and between the danger. Let it never be said that Natasha Romanoff did not know how to have fun while on the precipice of peril.
Never a dull moment with the Widow.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Oct 12, 2014 23:42:52 GMT -5
'Don't be a fool Osborn...' The Goblin hissed within Norman's brain. 'Do not slip to this woman! She is playing you for a fool!' The monster screamed at Norman, the green face twisted into a mix of anger and disappointment. Norman knew that Natasha had something up her sleeve, something she wanted from him - he just didn't know what. He needed to figure it out, to keep playing their back and forth game until the information became clear. And Norman loved winning games. If all else failed, he would simply have to crush her and mop up her broken body afterwards.
But there was something else as well - some desire lurking within him that was banging at the doors, threatening to break them down if given the slightest weakness. Norman needed to organize his board once more, lay all the pieces in their place. The Winter Solider was his Rook, simple and yet powerful. Loki was his Knight, a cunning trickster that could easily get behind their opposition, laying the groundwork for a takedown. The people of New York were Norman's pawns, fools who would shield him from the incoming barrage of heroes that would no doubt be coming after him at the first chance they got. But where did Natasha fit in? Maybe she was not even on the same board.
Or maybe she was the Queen, able to move wherever she pleased, ensuring the King stayed safe. Norman liked that concept, but at the same time knew that she could just as easily put him in Checkmate when he wasn't looking. Or was he even the King she would be fighting for? He didn't have all the time necessary to watch his back at all times with her around.
But something shook Norman from his thoughts - Natasha surrendered the data drive, sliding it elegantly into his shirt pocket. His eyes locked with hers as he tried not to show his surprise. She rested her hand on his chest and even he could feel his pulse quicken just by a beat. With his free hand Norman reached up and felt the device in his pocket, as if to make sure it wasn't a trick. He relaxed his other hand on Natasha's back, holding her softly. She didn't hold anything over him anymore - what was she playing at?
She asked coyly if he was going to let her go. Of course she already knew the answer. But while Norman would have originally just snapped her beautiful neck and had it over with, now he was intrigued and puzzled. This wasn't some simple SHIELD operation or data mining anymore - The Black Widow wanted something else from him now and the stakes had been increased. He needed to know what she was really after. It was eating away at him dangerously. The Goblin screamed in protest but Norman ignored it. "I can't just let you walk out of here now." Norman smirked. "But you already knew that."
Natasha offered up that he was alone in this world as well. Norman was impressed - this Natasha, whom he had never met before - already was able to get a deep read on him. She was good. Norman did feel alone, but he was comfortable enough with it. After all, most of his allies were nothing more than expendable tools to be used and then disposed of, by his hand or another's. Getting attached just made things too messy. However, he did admit that all of his connections, everything he had built as part of him empire, was now worth nothing. Building that back up was not only a time-consuming task, but an exhausting one. Back in his reality, he could set plans in motion and let them run their course while he operated freely in the meanwhile. Now he had to micromanage everything from his public perception to his plans to eliminate the heroes, all the while while being under the city's microscope for offering Oscorp's services in aiding with the whole 'invisible bubble' ordeal.
But of course, Natasha couldn't know that.
"Natasha, I assure you that for alone as I may be, at least I haven't been abandoned by my handlers, thrown into the wind as you have. I still have power. I still have wealth. And I assure you, I will build it all back up." Norman told her confidently. He tried to piece together what she was getting at, why she brought it up, until she told him.
Natasha Romanov was offering to work with him? She gave the words to him playfully and seductively, not showing any fear or alarm at what her words would imply. Norman could feel his rationality slipping, but knew he needed to try and keep a level head. He let Natasha go, removing his hand from his and taking a step backwards, leaning against the nearby wall. He needed the space - her presence was overwhelming him, just being in close proximity to her was stirring instincts within him that he needed to ignore. "You want to work with me, Natasha?" Norman asked rhetorically to buy himself time to sift through his thoughts. "I don't think you understand what you're offering to get yourself into." Norman scanned her body up and down, trying to decipher whether she was serious or if she was playing him. But of course, it was impossible to tell. "What makes you think I need a superspy like yourself on my team? After all, I just run a scientific research company. Don't you think you're a little overqualified?" Norman asked, remembering this Black Widow didn't know about his Green Goblin persona.
Norman reached into his pocket again and pulled out the data drive, setting it on the counter next to him. 'Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind having you around, Natasha - but I'm afraid I don't think I can use you as you're suggesting." Norman took a small gulp after uttering the words, knowing how she had phrased hers. "We just do glorified research and development here." Norman grinned. He knew she was aware that Oscorp was more than it seemed, but he wanted to know exactly what she knew. Did she have deep Intel on what Oscorp had locked up behind closed doors? He needed to know. Norman took small breath, regaining some of his rational thought. This Natasha triggered something within him, something he hadn't felt in a long time. His carnal urges rose to the surface around her, and he needed to keep a steady mind when dealing with a cunning spy like her. The mind games they were playing on each other got his blood rushing and he was worried about how addicted he may get to their feeling of being around her.
All Norman knew was that he needed to keep the upper hand as much as possible.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Dec 23, 2014 1:30:24 GMT -5
He was surprised, that much Natasha was able to discern from the subtle queues Norman's body gave when she surrendered the data drive to him; sliding it elegantly into his shirt pocket with just the right amount of contact, light and teasing in its deft touch. His eyes locked with hers then as she cast him that same enigmatic gaze giving nothing away to him as he tried not to show his surprise at her surrender. Some women might have smiled, some might have offered a coy look but Natasha simply returned the man's gaze with an enigmatic one of her own. She then allowed her hand to rest on his chest, a deft and subtle act to feel his reaction; pulse quickens by just a beat. It was only when Norman moved his free hand and reached up to feel the device in his pocket that Natasha smiled.
"It's all there." she reassured. Just then Norman relaxed his other hand on Natasha's back, holding her softly now. A point she noted showed a slight lowering of the guard as it would seem she didn't hold anything over him anymore though she could tell he was still trying to figure out what she was playing at and oh wouldn't he love to know.
It was then she had asked coyly if he was going to let her go even if Natasha already knew the answer it was all in how the game was played. Like an Argentine tango, push, pull with lots of pivots, intensity, passion and ruthless execution of the moves. Maybe that's why she loved that dance. And so it started again.
"I can't just let you walk out of here now." Norman smirked. "But you already knew that."
"It was a possibility known to me, but not the only one." she replied smoothly remaining within his hold, hand still upon his chest measuring the man's heart, for her delicate touch measured the subtleties of his reaction. One could tell a lot even from a simple quickened pulse or the skip of a breath.
Natasha offered up her theory of Norman's loneliness; oh not the personal loneliness but the loneliness that belied a man short of good allies She pointed out a slight chink to him and how now he would need to micromanage ; something most men in power like Norman did not particularly like. But of course the man would deny with all the ease of a man in his station could.
"Natasha, I assure you that for alone as I may be, at least I haven't been abandoned by my handlers, thrown into the wind as you have. I still have power. I still have wealth. And I assure you, I will build it all back up." Norman told her confidently.
"I have no doubt that you would Norman. It's why I am here after all." she replied and it was half a lie. Then again the best lies are woven in with a bit of truth and so she spun it and proposed an alliance of sorts between him and her. It was a ballsy proposition Natasha would have to admit however while perhaps brazen in the request it was so very true in his need and hers.
He let Natasha go then, removing his hand from her and taking a step backwards, leaning against the nearby wall. Natasha simply allowed him to slip back without want or incident though she was careful in allowing just the right amount of contact as he started to slip away; enough to leave a ghost of her touch still to linger even as he stepped back a pace.
"You want to work with me, Natasha?" Norman asked but it was a rhetorical question.
"I want much more than that." she said softly with just enough want in her tone to make him question her exact meaning as she let the proposition dangle with its double edged meaning. The stakes were high in this little dance and chess match and just like Norman, Natasha was not looking to lose this one.
"I don't think you understand what you're offering to get yourself into."
"I'm a big girl now Norman, I know exactly what I am getting myself into...do you?" Natasha asked with the slightest hint of a smile.
"What makes you think I need a superspy like yourself on my team? After all, I just run a scientific research company. Don't you think you're a little overqualified?" Norman asked.
"I think, I would fit in with you perfectly." she smiled as she leaned back against his desk casually.
She noticed Norman reach into his pocket again and pulled out her data drive from where she placed it in his pocket and set it on the counter next to him. "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind having you around, Natasha - but I'm afraid I don't think I can use you as you're suggesting."
Natasha smirked then noticing as Norman took a small gulp after uttering the words, knowing how she had phrased her words made the man a bit uncomfortable. That was good, discomfort meant she was starting to get under his skin. "That's a shame Norman." Natasha commented playfully. "Are you sure?"
"We just do glorified research and development here." Norman grinned but even as he showed a cool exterior, Natasha knew she triggered something within him; felt it once in that quickened pulse of his earlier with her hand upon his chest, caught the hesitance and the swallow to her words earlier. She did affect him and stir something whether curiosity or something else she knew he felt something especially in close proximity to her and so she played the back and forth game. Where initially she had allowed him his step back to lean back against the wall to get some space between them, Natasha thought it time reign it back in and so she languidly pushed herself off the desk she was up against and slowly walked the three languorous steps towards him as she leaned in.
"If that's the angle you want to play..." she was close again, just enough for him to feel the heat of her body so close to his but yet never touching, her voice soft in his ear as she spoke leaning in so he could feel the soft caress of her breath against the skin of his neck but never once did she make to touch him; a simple tease of the implication of such close proximity of their bodies was what she played.
"Really is disappointing..." the last bit said into his hear almost as a promise of possibilities with an alliance.
Natasha smiled then and started to pull away from him, and as she did so she stopped just inches from his face, so close the heat of her breath could be felt against his lips. She briefly looked up at him and decided spontaneously to give him a taste of the unexpected; quite literally she kissed his lips tasting the alcohol upon it mingling with the taste of hers. Method in her madness she had reason to do what she did; a calculated careless act.
Her hand ran across the smooth surface of the counter as Natasha leaned in lightly into Norman with her kiss, just enough to place her hand deftly upon the counter next to the man as if to gain a small amount of balance but really her fingers splayed then curled around the small data drive Norman had placed there earlier as she started to pull away from him.
"But I'll be taking what's mine, and my leave now."
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Post by Norman Osborn on Mar 18, 2015 16:00:08 GMT -5
Norman was struggling to fight off the dangerous cocktail of adrenaline and Goblin formula that was coalescing in his body, urging him to make the worst kind of mistakes, to act on feeling and instincts that he knew were wrong, that he knew could cause everything to crumble around him. On the inside, his very psyche was scrambling to keep things together, but on the outside, he tried to keep his motions, his movements, and his features calm and commanding. He knew that Natasha could pick up on the slightest hint of weakness, and he needed to at least appear strong. The game he was playing was getting dangerous, but his mind and body still yearned for it.
"Natasha, you--" Norman begin to repeat a line his intellect had crafted to try and push her away, but the Black Widow was quick, and seductively approached him, her eyes dancing with playfulness. Norman lost his train of though as natasha dove in for a kiss, a sweet and succulent taste of her breath and lips that met his. Norman was surprised and taken aback, his mind panicking to try and make sense of it, to try and figure out his next move. But Norman didn't have one for once, and didn't fight it, didn't push her off, didn't grab her neck with his hands and press until the very last breath uttered from her lungs. He simply indulged in it, and his resistances just seemed to meld away, the primal urges and instincts fueled by the Forumla starting to make his blood boil with anticipation. Natasha leaned back just as quickly as she had approached, with a smirk on her lips. Norman knew she was winning. She knew as well. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts blurred, his resolve weakened.
But Norman's will was not so far gone that it didn't have a say in the matter. The Goblin Formula also increased his mental power and brain's functionality, causing it to always be on the move and always working on assembling a plan. Despite the situation, this time was no different. Instantly, Norman's calculating mind and adrenal influences fused, his mind forming a new plan that would satisfy all of his needs at once. With the Winter Solider project more or less a toss up, he could ensure that he got the help he needed another way. And much more. Norman gazed for a second at Natasha as she playfully made a motion to leave, a purposefully drawn out movement. Norman shot his arm out and grabbed her wrist with uncanny speed and renewed purpose.
"Wait." He merely spoke, his blood still rushing from the kiss. "Natasha, don't be so hasty to leave." Norman stepped forward towards her. "You may have...persuaded me." He gave her a small, clever smirk. A devilish smirk that showed he had intentions for her. Norman took another step towards her so that he was right next to her, their bodies grazing against each other. He was breathing in her distinct scent, an aroma of danger and attitude with a hint of sensuality. "I may have a place for you here." He spoke softly and leaned in to kiss her, his head slightly curving as his adrenaline fueled passion came through with a long, deep kiss. Norman knew this was to further his own endgame, as all things were, but it felt good to kiss someone, to let his guard down for just a second.
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ANTI-HERO
"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 25, 2015 23:38:33 GMT -5
He was stronger than she expected for a man his build and age; stronger and faster than Natasha anticipated as Norman shot his arm out and grabbed her wrist with uncanny speed and renewed purpose when Natasha had turned to leave. She made a tug as if to pull away but he had his her wrists firmly in his grip, not painful but ironclad none the less. It made Natasha curious about the man before her. Clearly there was something else. She turned at his grip and the sound of his voice.
"Wait." Norman spoke, his voice not sounding desperate but rather spoke like a man of confidence when he bid her gently to stop, and Natasha relaxed her stance and turned to face him allowing him to keep a hold of her wrist even as she moved to face him as he spoke to her.
"Natasha, don't be so hasty to leave." Norman stepped forward towards her and the spy simply tilted her head up at the taller man, very aware of the proximity of their bodies and the look in his eyes that hinted at the earlier kiss that still lingered in memory. "You may have...persuaded me."
"Oh?" she said tilting her head slightly looking up at him with an almost playful skeptical look.
He gave her a small, clever smirk; a devilish one that showed he had intentions for her and they were dark and this was potentially a very dangerous game she would be playing. Norman took another step towards her so that he was right next to her, their bodies grazing against each other, yet still Natasha remained giving him the slightest hint of curiosity in her eyes. He was taking her all in she could tell from the way he was looking at her to the intake of his breath that seemed deeper as if breathing in her distinct scent like a predator would its prey. But Natasha was unfazed and simply allowed things to play out for the moment; see where the cards lay.
"I may have a place for you here." He spoke softly and then leaned in to kiss her, his head slightly curving as his adrenaline fueled passion came through with a long, deep kiss which Natasha did not fight and merely accepted with equal passion.
There was an art in these types of interludes, she'd been taught such things at a much younger age and had years to perfect this type of 'dance'. The folly in most is that people would think of someone else when engaging a mark with intimacy but that was a fatal mistake, for in thinking of someone else while kissing another lead to a false pretense that eventually would be seen if not identified right away by those that knew how to look. No, Natasha was not such a person she did not think of anyone else except that very person living within that moment with them as their reality became hers as well. There was a saying within Red Room, truth was a matter of circumstance. It wasn't to be all things to all people all of the time. Instead one needed to live in that moment, to be believable one had to fall in line with the circumstance and in doing so that moment would be at its truest.
So it was Natasha met his passion with an equal and delicate response and slowly building to match his own fervor as her free hand moved up to glide over skin, caress his neck and move up to mesh her fingers into his hair. She knew what her actions could lead to and was prepared to travel down this dark road for the sole purpose of enacting her endgame and if her hunch was right, help a fractured soldier's mind heal. But Natasha was no fool, she knew just as she had her agenda, Norman would most certainly have one to further his own endgame, as all things were, but Natasha wouldn't lie, the man surprisingly knew his way around a woman. She could practically feel his passion and almost surrender into their kiss and while he allowed his guard to momentarily fall with her she did nothing but reciprocate his advances as if showing that he could lose himself with her and she made her body feign the same abandon he had given.
She allowed him to feel as though in control, followed his lead and when it was that he had had his fill and pulled away from the kiss, Natasha playfully bit his bottom lip as he pulled away as if teasingly trying to pull him back for another; quicker this time, light and softer in the ending.
"Well I'm certainly glad we...worked that out." Natasha said with a soft smile as if still slightly breathless from his kiss as she slid her form away from his briefly though she did so with a more languid pace as her hand trailed down from neck to chest then to waist as she moved away towards the table that held his drink.
She poured him another glass but then poured one for herself this time as well, before turning back to the man and walking back to him handing him his drink as she held hers.
"Shall we drink then to your latest acquisition?" Natasha asked playfully as she clicked his glass and crossed her drinking arm with his so that their arms would be linked as they'd both take a drink from their glasses keeping that contact and proximity to him there for the more he became accustomed to her presence and closeness the better it would be.
It was a psychological game in and as much as it was a battle of wits; a tango of push and pull but never in the dance does the other separate from the partner else everything unravels and all fall apart.
"Congratulations Mr. Osborne, you have yourself a little spider at your side...A Black Widow to be exact." Natasha smiled, purposefully using that word spider, curious to see if it elicits the same response as before and if so, why?
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VILLAIN
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The Green Goblin
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The bad guys always win.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Apr 2, 2015 14:27:06 GMT -5
Thing were lining up for Norman. his body and mind aligning as plans started to creep into his mind. The new life he was making for himself was precariously balanced on trivial alliances, ones formed out of convenience rather than trust. Loki, Carnage, and now possibly even the Winter Solider were allies that came and went at a moment's notice, that really didn't care about Norman's endgame as much as improving their own position in the new world. And for the most part, Norman was fine with that - after all, that's how most of his team was formed in the past. But now he had natasha, who clearly has plans of her own. Norman didn't know what, but by keeping her close, he could figure that out, and even utilize her in a similar way as the Winter Solider - as a weapon, designed for his own purposes.
But for now, Norman was tired. It has been a long, frustrating day to end a long, frustrating week. His mind was always racing, and always calculating, the Goblin Formula pushing his mind in ways that most humans would never be able to handle. For once, Norman wanted a rest, wanted just a brief moment to not always have to watch his back, a couple of minutes where he didn't have to consider the outcomes of all his decisions. It was a bit weak-minded of him, but there was a part of him that felt he deserved it.
And there was a part of him that lusted after Natasha, however wrong he knew that to be. That was her game, after all - it was readily apparent.
But when Natasha brushed his face with her delicate fingers, ending at his hairline, he embraced it, pushing all his thoughts into the back of his mind as he just enjoyed the brief moment he allowed himself. Natasha pulled back, biting his lip playful and he went in for one last quick meeting of their lips before she meandered away, pouring another glass of bourbon for him and one for herself.
"A beautiful woman and bourbon, what could be a better way to celebrate?" Norman responded to her as they intertwined their arms and clinked glasses. He smiled with the grin of a man that had everything, as Norman always felt he did. The fear and indecisiveness he felt earlier has completely vanished, Norman's resolve as strong as ever. He took a hearty gulp of the bourbon, the familiar taste warming and soothing him. Many didn't like the bite of alcohol, especially in bourbon - but Norman embraced it, finding comfort in the taste.
He saw Natasha smile back at him slyly. "Congratulations Mr. Osborne, you have yourself a little spider at your side...A Black Widow to be exact." Norman took a small breath in ward and clenched his teeth for second at that word. Spider. A small vision flashed in his mind - Spider-Man, the wallcrawler, standing triumphantly over him. Norman disregarded it, quick regaining himself ina split-second. He nodded at Natasha, smiling again. "Indeed." He finished his drink, but he knew she said it on purpose. Even now, they were still dancing around each other, even though they had reached common ground.
"I've enjoyed your company very much Natasha, and look forward to working with you." Norman gave her a smile with duality behind it. "However, it is getting late." Norman stepped towards slowly Natasha and gave her a small kiss. "But when we have more time, we can take advantage of it." He whispered devilishly in her ear as his hand quickly maneuvered to grab the USB drive she had hidden on her being. "And maybe you can then earn this." He spoke playfully, recoiling his hand and taking a small step back, a smile still on his face. He tucked the USB drive back in his shirt pocket where Natasha has originally stuffed it.
"I'm sure you'll be in touch." Norman spoke with a grin, looking forward to their next encounter.
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