WATERS RISING [Open to Avengertypes]

Awkward.

That would be the best way to describe this entire day so far. Awkward in that apparently she already 'had' access into this place making her lock picking/code hacking skills moot, not to mention took away her smug smile of cracking Stark's security because well she didn't crack Stark's security; the AI knew her upon arrival. As soon as JARVIS recognized her the doors opened and the customary greeting of the distended voice occurred. So yes a bit awkward that her infiltration attempt had resorted to an exercise in moot. Still it wasn't a total loss really, knowing that she had a basic all access pass into this place. She utilized resources within the building, repairing and retooling some of her gear and stocking up on the 'essentials'. She only took what she needed and left the rest, nothing that would hamper Stark or Banner in their quest for building the next and greatest or some experiment into the realm of science. Whatever put a ray of sunshine in their lives, she wasn't about to judge or destroy their universe by taking a hyper-spanner or whatever. She took what she needed and left the rest untouched or well seemingly untouched. She was a spy after all so couldn't help but peak and snoop around. She'd like to say it was occupational behaviour but she was by nature curious and nothing to do with her job even if snooping came with the territory. Natasha was pretty certain that even if she wasn't a spy she'd still have that curiosity.

So after a romp through the various rooms in the building to check things out she managed to settle herself into a computer terminal and muck around. Sure JARVIS apparently could help with things and verbally just state what she wanted looked up but Natasha was still the hands on kind of girl and it just felt weird to talk to a distended voice. Plus she'd rather not have it said out loud what it was she was searching for or looking up rather, not to mention she didn't think JARVIS would approve of her snooping into research data and 'classified' or encrypted things but there was nothing in the databases she found that would help her. She needed research and info on memory suppressants and enhancers, she needed research and anything on the cerebral cortex but it was a long shot. She saw some things on Extremis that looked hopeful so she started downloading all she could of Stark's files on Extremis. It was a start but this could be the key to help repair the broken soldier she met awhile back; James.

Ever since her run in with him, she was wrapped up in memories and guilt. Helping him remember who he was might just help not just him but her as well, in making things right. Extremis apparently was a serum that utilized nanotechnology interface the brain's 'repair center' and directs the body to rebuild itself from scratch as if it were all wound tissue to be replaced. There was a lot of theoretical rhetoric in the stuff she skimmed through but she downloaded copies none the less and figured she'd go over it more at her safe house in Hell's Kitchen.

So pocketing the little data stick, Natasha went to head out. In and out without having run into anyone was the ultimate in win in this otherwise rather embarrassing and awkward day. Natasha almost even smiled as her fingers brushed lightly against the pocket the data stick was kept; a slight bit of hope as well in an otherwise bleak situation. The fact that she still couldn't get out into her dimension and timeline bothered her because she didn't know if Steve and Sam were able to take down HYRDA and expose them or not, if they were ok or anything. But if she was stuck in this god forsaken city then she sure as hell was going to try to make things right here.

She was about to leave, but couldn't help but stop at a very familiar room. It was where the all converged to find a broken Loki when the Chitauri was stopped back in her home dimension. The place no longer looked like a war zone and it was fully renovated. In fact this was a lot like the Avengers Tower back home; uncannily so. Natasha was ripped out of memory's wake when the balcony doors opened with a great crash. Instinctively she flipped and tumbled out of the way of a potential threat and had her guns out at the ready and trained as soon as her feet made contact with the floor once more.

There was a very apt North American term to describe this rather awkward and surreal moment with Natasha, her guns pointed at the ready and a very angry looking half-naked man with pointed ears and little wings on his ankles. Yes there was definitely an American colloquialism for this...'Dafuq?!'

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" the man's booming voice resonated in the otherwise empty room as he shouted amongst the rubble that had once been doors. The man stalked forward, and Natasha stood her ground and kept her weapons up.

"What have you humans done? Namor is unable to leave your fetid harbor! Is this some ploy to fell Atlantis while it's king is indisposed?"

Natasha blinked. Did he just say Atlantis? And what the hell is a Namor? His pet? It didn't sound like a woman's name but the way he was railing you'd think it was someone important...yeah it just seemed awkward was going to be the theme for her day after all.

"I am sorry for your Namor, but none of us are able to leave this city, trust me I've tried. " Natasha replied with an even tone that hid her anxiety. One would think someone as diminutive as her facing off against someone who was seemingly much stronger would have elicited a cowering or perhaps simpering reply but she'd been used to being thrown into situations which the odds were stacked against her and she found in most cases showing fear was the worst thing possible so she schooled her body and voice so what came out was a cold detached confidence. Even if she wasn't sure her bullets would do a damn thing.

"So, if you want someone to blame for trapping us all here it's something called Thanos." she informed though she still kept her guns up and body at the ready in case she needed to spring into action. "Now you wanna pick that door up and put it back...nicely? Please."

Even if it was just pieces she was gonna make him at least get whatever was left out of the way, if she could. Never actually hurt to ask...well actually sometimes it did. Time would tell though.

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NOTES: Tasha was an Avenger in her world so hope it was ok to put her in this thread.  Also anything in my post needs edits lemme know. And thank you for basic table code

Yup, see...awkward.

Awkward in that she was standing poised with gun in her hand which to any normal human being would make them halt their approach except this one wasn't human -more of a cross between a Cabana boy, Spock and Hermes- and was either impervious to bullets and hence the weapon was not a threat, or he didn't know what a gun was, at which point the weapon was still not a threat....See, awkward.

Natasha watched as he ranted about not believing her and questioned again what 'she' had done to trap his Namor here but like his dismissal of her request of picking up the door, Natasha ignored his request to answer again. She said it once there really wasn't a way she could say it again to make it any clearer other than sounding like a broken record and that wasn't about to happen she was trying to keep the awkward at a minimum and well that didn't seem like it was happening any time soon.

"But Namor sees no reason why the Titan would seek to trap Namor within the confines of this human city. Perhaps you surface dwellers are working with Thanos to keep the Sea King confined!" the man accused as he continued to glare at her, not that Natasha was fazed by it. Her cold calm exterior held continuing to watch as the man walked and pondered.

~So, Thanos was a Titan...oooo-k.~ Natasha thought storing away that tid bit of info though not holding much stock on it considering who was talking but still there could be something to the Titan thing. If Norse gods existed then certainly Titans were around somewhere. Not to mention she was starting to get the impression that the man before her was Namor himself and that he referred to himself in the third person. Strange and awkward; awkward to listen to but hey it was the theme of the day for her.

It did however put into light more of who she was dealing with. Trained to pick apart a person within the first 20 seconds of meeting them, Natasha had already ascertained the man's Illeism bordered on the narcissistic and was a means to give himself an air of grandeur and enhance a sort of lofty air about him. Idiosyncratic and conceited people were known to use illeism to puff themselves up or illustrate their egoism. And some that used illeism did so in a way to distance themselves from the personal; 'He' is trapped, not 'I' am trapped. That way the helplessness is not really lumped into his true reality, that he is trapped but rather 'Namor' was trapped. Heaven forbid it actually be him and he was helpless to do anything about it. It was in some ways rather tragic, the inability to face one's own reality but something told Natasha as well that this denial of reality wasn't because it would emotionally cripple him but that this one distanced himself so that he could remain infallible in his circumstances. 'He' wasn't the one trapped, it was 'Namor'. Really though, he was still trapped.

"If Thanos would have no reason to trap Namor within the confines of this city then why would he conspire with humans to do so?" Natasha questioned.

~Oh my God I can't believe I am going along with his illeism.~ Natasha thought to herself as she referred to him in the third party as well.

"Perhaps you seek to plunder Atlantis while her king is confined to this place!" the man reasoned as he paced and 'reason' would be a very loose word to describe his thought processes as logic went right out the window or maybe he just left it outside somewhere along with his clothes and manners. It was a good thing Natasha had control of her emotions and her body to a point where she could elicit a look of cold detachment and yet internally she eye rolled or in this case internally facepalmed.

"If 'we' are all unable to leave this city, how exactly are 'we' to plunder a place we can't get to?" Natasha countered.

"Where are your Avengers!?" he demanded. "They will answer for what they have done to the Avenging Son!"

Because clearly 'THAT' was the real reason he was trapped here. The Avengers did it! ...Something told Natasha that the game Clue or Cluedo would be something this man would not excel in. It would probably end with a toppled over game board, pieces and a destroyed table.

"And what makes you think the Avengers had anything to do with everyone being stuck in the city?" [Natasha tried to reason and she probably would regret having to answer this. "Exactly what would we gain by keeping everyone trapped; ourselves included?"

Natasha had initially remained silent with Namor's question of where the Avengers were because technically while she was an Avenger, that was in her world, and this one...ok, this one had a Black Widow in the Avengers too since JARVIS in this building seemed to recognize her so she supposed she needed to fess up.

She knew she would probably regret this as no doubt the man would find her diminutive Human frame rather comical to be part of a super-powered ensemble of heroes that had either super or godly powers or super powered armor and Natasha, well she was just a 'Human'. Oh yeah this was gonna be awkward again.

"As for where the Avengers are, well you have an Avenger standing right in front of you; Sorta. If you don't squint your eyes so much from glaring you just might see me." ok so a bit of self-deprecating humour mixed with a poke at Vulcan Cabana-boy helped a bit in taking the edge off what she knew was going to be a regretful admission.

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NOTES: Tasha's gonna totally regret admitting she's an Avenger, but her writer is totally enjoying the awkward encounter with these two...pure hilarity! XD <3
And yes, tutorial was quite helpful

Left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Sir.

Sir! There is a disturbance that needs your attention!

At first it was a voice far away from Tony, it was almost ignorable. But now as J.A.R.V.I.S yelled at him to get up he could only swear and groan. Tony was still engulfed in his covers as he spoke, "why is it that every time I fall a sleep something needs to happen?" He was groaning as he got himself out of bed and into something that looked like clothing. To say he was unimpressed would be an understatement. Tony's hair was all out of whack, he lifted a hand up to try to tame it with no product in it.

J.A.R.V.I.S lead the way towards where the ruck-us was coming from, he was going to have a lot of words with who ever this was. Dressed in jeans and a t shirt he made his way down the hall ways of the tower. Then he heard the laughter, great and booming. The hairs on the back of his neck raised as he quickened his pace to the door way in which the noise had been coming from.

"Where is your man of iron? Or the green one? Or your Captain America and Human Torch?"

Tony pressed his back against the wall outside of the room, man of iron. That must be him, but why did the man sound so distraught to find them. Also who was he talking to and why? Was he out to kill? Lorna, the feeling was odd as if over took him. It was one of worry that she might be the one in there with who ever it was. That she could be in trouble. The older man felt himself looking up and down the hall way that he was in, but he was alone save for the people on the other side of the wall.

Tony could hear who ever it was, he heard there steps as he walked towards the door way. Tony swallowed hard and moved away from the wall he had been leaning on just moments before the man walked through the door and yelled, "Avengers!" Tony just looked at the odd man and tilted his head slightly, his face showed a passive emotion. "Right here big guy, no need to yell." Tony looked past him and saw the red head as well as the broken door. "Oh your here." He directed the words at Natasha, then he looked back to the man he didnt know.

"Like I was saying no need to yell, break my stuff or get bent out of shape. Oh and by the way no matter how many times you yell Avenger, you wont be drafted."


▌Tag: Namor, Nat
▌Outfit: Here
▌Date: ?
▌Notes: Jumping in hope thats cool~

Finally! It was an Avenger he recognized. The Sea King had run into Iron Man many times before and had just as often considered him an ally as an enemy. What the man said, however, got him a scowl of derision from the mutant Atlantean. "Namor has no intention of rejoining the Avengers," Namor informed Ironman flatly. "I wish to know for what purpose I am held captive within the harbor waters!"

The man moved forwards towards Ironman with a severe expression on his face. "This girl claims she is an Avenger, and that Thanos is the reason Namor is trapped. Do you validate her claims, Stark?" he gestured towards the human with the flaming hair as though Tony wouldn't be able to figure out which human he was talking about without the gesture. Namor did nothing mildly, however, and so it was more of a sweeping gesture of kingly accusation that drew attention back towards the poor awkward Black Widow.

"Namor demands this situation be rectified immediately so that he may return to his sovereign nation. If the Avenging Son finds that you are, indeed, behind this atrocity then the justice shall be swift and merciless," this was said in the manner of a man who was used to people following his orders, and a king who was used to getting things his way. The warning of his justice was serious. The man's posture stiffening as he said it. "Namor has swam your fetid harbor, and each time he makes for open ocean he is thwarted by some unseen force. You cannot keep the Sub-Mariner in your polluted waters! I must return to my people!" the man insisted.

It was impossible for Namor to fully explain the gravity of the situation. He didn't know why exactly, but he knew he needed to go back to Atlantis. How he had ended up in the New York harbor was still a mystery, though apparently Titans were somehow involved, but the last thing he remembered clearly was the revolt his son had caused. His son was dead, that was not the problem, but the last extended leave of absence the Sea King had taken from his royal duties had left Atlantis in dire straits.

Of course, it hadn't yet dawned on Namor that nobody had recognized him yet.

"Namor has no intention of rejoining the Avengers," Namor informed Stark flatly. "I wish to know for what purpose I am held captive within the harbor waters!"

~Rejoining?~ Natasha thought.

It was a good thing Natasha had mastered the poker face really well because if not her absolute surprise at the revelation that this man was actually an Avenger would have shown with jaw dropping clarity. Then again looking at the line up of Avengers from where she came from they weren't exactly prime superhero material. They were all grossly flawed in ways that would not normally put them in the category of 'Heroes', save maybe Rogers. Steve was the epitome of heroism in Natasha's eyes; the selfless man. The one you could rely on no matter what and who would not be afraid to lay down on the wire; the one to do the sacrifice play. Stark would just 'cut the wire' as he so aptly had put it and Natasha, well she'd negotiate another way. How a man like Rogers could go through what he went through and still turn out as ideal and good as he did amazed Natasha.

Her thoughts though were interrupted by the movements of Namor as he stalked forward towards Stark with a severe expression on his face making Natasha shift her weight just a little as she prepared herself to act; just in case things went south. She might have her differences with Stark but she wasn't exactly about to just stand and watch him take a hit. She did kinda owe him for New York considering they would have been nuked had he not taken the missile into space and regardless of whether this Tony was the one from her world or not, she at least owed the one from her world she knew he'd put it on her if she didn't attempt to at least help his alternate self; if he was the alternate Stark and not the one she knew. Thankfully though Namor didn't act with violence and was just being a 'Namor'.

"This girl claims she is an Avenger, and that Thanos is the reason Namor is trapped. Do you validate her claims, Stark?" he gestured towards Natasha as if Tony wouldn't be able to figure out he was talking about her, Namor sweeping his arm in a wide gesture of kingly accusation at Natasha's words earlier. It was true enough, she tried to tell him but wouldn't listen or didn't want to take her word for it. It was no surprise though, most never believed what she said even if she was telling the truth, well most except Clint because of anyone he was the one she lied to the least. In fact she never lied to him at all, omitted facts sure but out right lied, no. There was a deeply ground respect for the archer that no one would understand and Natasha would never care to explain. So if the self-proclaimed king of the ocean didn't believe her, so be it. She wasn't about to go out of her way proving anything.

Natasha's eyes glanced over at Tony gauging his reaction and if she didn't know any better she'd think he didn't know about Thanos either as his body's reaction to the mention of the name and being responsible for being trapped seemed to prove. Natasha had gotten the information from a mutant named Lorna who had helped take a bullet out of her shoulder when she first arrived, since then Natasha had been actively looking and trying to collaborate the story finding a few others that seemed to believe this Thanos was behind it along with something called the infinity gauntlet but hells it all sounded like a Fantasy novel to her.

Tony was looking to Natasha now her blue green eyes meeting his as she noted a little shock and confusion in them. She nodded as if to confirm it was what the raving ocean king was saying, but she could tell in his eyes as well he needed to know more but Natasha remained silent and merely nodded her confirmation that she'd said what Namor claimed she said. Besides saying anything now would be pointless, it wouldn't be like any of them would believe her anyways. Tony seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having though and looked back to Namor.

"Namor, if that is your name. She's right, theres no way out or around. We are all stuck here." He spoke calmly to the other man, though Natasha noted how he didn't mention anything about Thanos confirming to her that Tony probably wasn't aware of this bit of information which was why he omitted it from his statement. Tony wasn't the kind of guy to talk about things he didn't know; smart man.

Then Namore started making his demands of returning him to his home immediately and then proceeded to roll out the threats of justice should they not send him home expediently. It was definitely looking like Namor was the kind used to getting things his way. The warning of his justice was serious though, as Natasha noticed the man's posture stiffen of which she took a silent and subtle step further into the lab for better strategic positioning.

"Namor has swam your fetid harbor, and each time he makes for open ocean he is thwarted by some unseen force. You cannot keep the Sub-Mariner in your polluted waters! I must return to my people!" the man insisted as if the rest of them didn't have an urgency to head home. Hells in her world it was discovered that HYDRA had infiltrated and had compromised even the upper echelons of SHIELD and about to unleash a weapon that would kill millions of innocents in one go. Fury was even dead but the idea that this man could even attempt to understand that it wasn't just him that needed to get home desperately would be like asking a mountain to move; it wouldn't and she was pretty sure he wouldn't care considering he also seemed to have a vehement dislike for humans or maybe it was just human women since he seemed ok with Stark other than being a demanding and overbearing. Natasha looked over at Tony when he started to speak.

"Let me break it down for you Namor. I cant help you, I dont know where this Thonas is, or if he even is here. So calm down and go eat some sea food. Since I mean you seem to like the water so much." Tony replied muttering the last bit as he took a more relaxed stance and crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. "Me you and little miss red head are all trapped here for as long as it takes to figure this all out. Plus if you havent noticed by now, I dont know you. I am from a different dimension, where there is no fish people and we have way cooler red heads."

The comment elicited nothing. Natasha remained her usual unreadable self and made no attempt at the bait; that was for amateurs. She simply stood poised and enigmatically wordless in a seemingly neutral repose as she watched everything unfold.

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Left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Tony looked to the red head, he was just confused as to why this man was here. He wasn't sure why everyone came to his place first, there had to be something better for these people to do with there spare time. But yet here he was hung over and dealing with not one but two people he wasnt all too impressed to see. When the fish man called him a false, Tony looked to Natasha, his hand going to his chest as if he was offended by his words.

"Dare not mock Namor again."

Tony didn't care who he was, or what kind he was. All he knew was that this man was now trapped here just like the rest of them. "Oh I would never mock you." He said to the man who seemed to be so worked up over the situation. He wanted to talk to someone else, someone above her and Tony. He was shit out of luck, Tony was about to tell him just that when the man opened his mouth again speaking to Natasha.

"Namor is willing to assist your Avengers in this endeavor to ensure a speedy return to our homes,"

Tony gave a sigh and scratched his side burns. "See, I told you he wanted to join. Like I said big guy we aren't doing try outs today. Maybe try back next week." Maybe this was the mocking he had spoke of, but he couldnt help it the other had just set himself up for it. "We are all trapped here, if we could have fixed it and gone home dont you think we would have done that by now?"


▌Tag: Namor, Nat
▌Outfit: Here
▌Date: ?
▌Notes: Jumping in hope thats cool~