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[for Sam]
Natalya had spent years in an underground bunker in the middle of the American heartland, but she had never partaken of Thanksgiving in that time, at least not really. They had marked the day- the Hartle twins had dressed up their rations, and they'd had plenty of stuff made out of corn, God knew, but it hadn't ( Read more... ) -
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Natalya usually went on August 26th, the anniversary of the day the Soyuz had crashed onto the island, but she hadn't this year. She'd thought about it, toward the end of the day, but she'd had plans to see Sam and she couldn't bring herself to postpone or cancel them. It was a funny thing, to find herself with plans. And then she'd stayed away ( Read more... ) -
[For Sam]
Natalya had lost track of the day. She had Croft's journal open in one hand and was pacing back and forth across her living room in a tank top and pair of cotton bikini briefs, idly turning a small throwing knife around her knuckle. She would take a few steps, drag the top of her foot along the smooth polished wood, then flip a page and turn back. ( Read more... ) -
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Natalya stood in the compound kitchen, watching her tea steep and winding her still wet hair into a coil against the back of her head. She slipped three bobby pins into it to hold it there before moving to retrieve a spoon from a drawer. Her hair hadn't been so long in, probably, ten years. Until she'd been recruited, she'd worn it in a straight ( Read more... ) -
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The snow was gone. All of it, gone. It was hot out, mostly sunny, though every few days they'd be pelted on and off for hours with fat, warm rain drops falling from barely-grey clouds that would then be blown on out over the water by the breeze off the sea ( Read more... ) -
For Comrade Stark
Natalya gasped, quietly, falling back onto the sheets- suspiciously nice, given there were no stores to readily procure them from in their present local- with one arm flung out to the side and the other curled over the top of her head. It was, doubtless, the quietest she'd been in hours. She had entertained the thought, or at least suffered its ( Read more... )