𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙

（ not her first alien planet. given the way her week is going, probably not her last. she hits the ground running, because the problem with having a purpose is that it doesn't go away just because you've died. thanos left vormir without his daughter, they'd all assumed dead. but she isn't. she draws breath. has a pulse. pinching herself sure didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

she has a list of priorities born of ruthless precision, but spiders are patient by their nature. something about good things and those who wait.

she minds her p's and q's. plays nice. she considers lying, when they ask her name. decides, ultimately, that she died natasha romanoff, and she deserves to belong to herself in whatever comes after.

natasha slings a leg over the bench to straddle it and takes a seat beside a stranger. she studies their plate a moment and then, in a conspiratorial whisper: ）

I'm pretty sure my broccoli's bigger. Wanna swap?

（ these are some pretty sad vegetables, honestly. ）

 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘

（ all business. there are places where a spy beats a soldier, but the battlefield? she knows which she prefers. she moves with purpose, shield slung over her shoulder not unlike a certain someone of her acquaintance, and a bag slung crosswise on her body. ammunition — what could be spared, anyway. ）

You know, for a murderous planet full of things that want to kill us, you have to admit there's nothing wrong with that view.

（ it's said lightly with a sideways look at her companion. does she mean the sky? the dragon? the weird plants? who knows. ）

 𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 @𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑒𝑣𝑠𝑘𝑦

Anyone want to trade 'venomous rat tail' for 'carnivorous plant spores'? I've almost got an an alien planet bingo. It'd really make my day.

（ irreverent? sure. but it's not every day you come back from the dead.

there's a repeating frequency embedded in her message, heavily encoded. the frequency itself sounds a little like dance of the cygnets. what lies beneath it, though, needs a cipher to crack. a day in the life of ivan denisovich, a copy helpfully provided by the smartwatch's impressive library. the combination of letters and words otherwise all but meaningless. anyone who takes the time to figure it out will find themselves looking at a message that simply says 'HELLO MCFLY — HOW WAS PROM? ;)' ）