Natasha went from REM sleep to instant wakefullness, although one couldn't tell from looking at her. Her years as spy taught her not to give anything away, doing so could be a quick way to end your life. She took in the details of the room, clearly not recognizing the room as being the one that she fell asleep in last night. Where had she gone to sleep again? She couldn't even remember.... How sad was that?
Oce she has assertained that she was in no physical danger, she moved realizing with sudden clarity that she was naked.
"What the..." She looked around and spotted the clothes, rolling her eyes at the sandals, but what choice did she have. She would bide her time until she could figure out how in the hell to get off this rock.
As Natasha started to wander, her goal was to blend in as much as possible, but in this get up, she wasn't sure how well it worked.
"Excuse me, can I get a drink somewhere?" She asked the first person she came across.
Toga Party Eventually Natasha made her way to what the natives termed a toga party. The one person that flew into Natasha's head as she walked around was Clint. He would love this. She smiled, however, because she seriously doubted he would love the collars or the hoops, but the party, hell yes.
She mingled for a while, trying to absorb as much info as she could before she found a pillow to settle down on to just observe.
Natasha Romanoff |MCU
The first thing that Natasha felt was the cold.
Natasha went from REM sleep to instant wakefullness, although one couldn't tell from looking at her. Her years as spy taught her not to give anything away, doing so could be a quick way to end your life. She took in the details of the room, clearly not recognizing the room as being the one that she fell asleep in last night. Where had she gone to sleep again? She couldn't even remember.... How sad was that?
Oce she has assertained that she was in no physical danger, she moved realizing with sudden clarity that she was naked.
"What the..." She looked around and spotted the clothes, rolling her eyes at the sandals, but what choice did she have. She would bide her time until she could figure out how in the hell to get off this rock.
As Natasha started to wander, her goal was to blend in as much as possible, but in this get up, she wasn't sure how well it worked.
"Excuse me, can I get a drink somewhere?" She asked the first person she came across.
Toga Party
Eventually Natasha made her way to what the natives termed a toga party. The one person that flew into Natasha's head as she walked around was Clint. He would love this. She smiled, however, because she seriously doubted he would love the collars or the hoops, but the party, hell yes.
She mingled for a while, trying to absorb as much info as she could before she found a pillow to settle down on to just observe.