just what in hell is going on?

[killerthighs]

When; Backdated to June 4th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Natasha Romanoff (killerthighs), Steve Rogers (punchedhitler), Thor (godofabs), Clint Barton (bettercallit), and Bruce Banner (alwaysangered); tag yourselves in, please!
Summary; The Avengers assemble once more (sans Tony) so Bruce and Natasha can figure out where to go from here.
Log; Natasha retraced her steps back to the playground and asked one of the parents for directions to the City Center. Bruce was nowhere in sight around the fountain as she checked every nook and crannie. Where could he have gone? Not far and Natasha was sure he could handle himself. From what Natasha understood, anger was what set him off - anxiety not so much. Natasha stopped searching for him and glanced around the City Center. Steve had said there was a café that they could all meet up in..

Turning around, Natasha spotted it not too far from the fountain. Thankfully, it was the only one in sight so they wouldn't have a hard time finding it. She walked through the door and ordered a small cappuccino at the counter. Whatever money she'd arrived with was thankfully enough to pay for her drink. Natasha chose a spot somewhere near the back of the café, pushing two tables together and bringing more chairs around her. All of this was still so surreal. She was no longer in New York City, in Stark Tower. Instead, she was in a pocket dimension they called it - a place that brought her with people that already knew her, but she couldn't, for the life of her, remember whom they were.

Natasha sighed and sent a message to the others, telling them where she was.

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[killerthighs]

She snorts. "SHIELD isn't known for its creative types," Natasha said. She looks down at the cup of coffee that was placed in front of her. Clint did know that she loved her caffeine.

"So what do we do for money around here?" she asked as she took a sip of her coffee - she took it black, with no sweeteners or cream. "Because now there's no SHIELD."

[bettercallit]

"Except you," he smirked, because, really, she could be quite creative when she needed to be. "It must be so dull with us uncreative types hanging around blocking the flow of your juices."

Clint smiled inwardly at getting the order right and hearing no complaints for it. It was the subtle things he loved to do and felt pleased with himself about. "We get a job," he shrugged, but he hadn't really found a calling here yet. "Imagine that. Civilian lives." He mock shuddered at the thought, but in a way it was always something that he had craved and never thought he could have. Here there might be some chance of it.

[killerthighs]

"I guess it's not called SHIELD for nothing," Natasha quipped with a tilt of her head.

Civilian life? Natasha furrowed her brow. She didn't know what that was like. She didn't know how to live.. normally. Her voice was quiet next, as if admitting defeat.

"You'll have to help me with that." Natasha looked down into her coffee briefly before taking another sip.

[bettercallit]

"Why do I always get the impossible missions?" he teased, but it was nothing more than to cover up how he felt for her. He hadn't exactly had the best start in life, and normal wasn't something he really knew, but she was going to struggle with this far more between the two of them.

"The old team." He smiled at that, the thought of having her around not a bad one. "Well, I've got your back, but you knew that already."