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Dec 6 2016, 12:12 PM
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Although anyone would be hard pressed to get her to admit it, Christmas was Natasha's favourite time of the year, and it was all Clint's fault. She had vague memories of Christmas from the first few years of her life that she <i>could</i> remember, but the Red Room had pretty much conditioned those out of her. She'd had ideas of what Christmas <i>should</i> be, as part of her training included watching influential films and understanding pop culture; if she was to blend in as American then she had to know the things they would know.
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Somehow none of that had prepared her for Christmas with Clint. That very first year he had showed up with a Santa Clause hat on his head, a smile on his face, and instructions for her to get her outer gear on as they were going out. He took her ice skating and bought her hot chocolate, and sang Christmas carols until she couldn't hold in her laughter anymore. Back in her room at the base afterwards, they decorated the little two foot tall tree he had brought for her and watched the claymation Rudolph film. She had thought it was a joke, but Clint honestly seemed to enjoy it. She was not comfortable enough at the time to tease him for it, but the next year was a different story.
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Every year after that their list of traditions grew, and every year she looked more and more forward to it.
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It was barely eight in the morning on Christmas Eve when Natasha rang his buzzer, coffees and gingerbread donuts in hand.

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<b>tag:</b> Clint
<b>location:</b> Another world
<b>notes:</b> Let the fluff begin!

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Just a couple hours ride out of Bowerstone, Natasha stopped at a creek to water the horse and give it a rest. She wasn't driving the animal hard, as one only needed to go fast when they knew where they were going, and were entirely certain they weren't walking into a trap. She wasn't certain about either of these. Loki wasn't exactly the most trustworthy source of information, but in this case she had to question why he would lie? It would have been a big gamble to assume that Clint was also in this land, and that she hadn't met up with him yet, and Loki wasn't an idiot. For all he knew Clint wasn't even here, or he and Natasha were here together, but he had banked on her not knowing where Clint was, so it added a note of truth to his story.
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Still, she couldn't be too careful, nor could she be certain that Clint hadn't moved on already, so riding hard would only make her look suspicious to anyone she might encounter, and might cause her to miss a clue on the way.
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Dismounting, she crouched by the creek bed to refill her flask of water and to take a drink herself. Removing the hat that she used to help conceal her femininity, she ran her wet hands back through her hair, the water cool against her warm scalp. The sun was just getting high and the day warming up, and the heavy breeches and coat she wore would soon be less than comfortable. Fortunately she had been through much worse circumstances and besides and annoyance it would do little else to bother her.
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Of course it didn't hurt to have her mind occupied with other thoughts. Clint and his whereabouts where of course her only focus. If Loki had lied to her she would find some way to separate him from his lying tongue.


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<b>tag:</b> Clint Barton
<b>location:</b> Road from Bowerstone
<b>notes:</b> it begins...

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Well, that had been unexpected. It was like something out of one of those terrible science fiction films Clint liked to make her watch: one minute she had been sitting in her apartment, going over her investigative notes, and the next a portal opened up in her living room, sucked her throw, and deposited her unceremoniously in the middle of some great forest.
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“We're not in Kansas anymore...”</b> Natasha muttered to herself as she looked around in disbelief. She was lucky she adapted easily to strange situations, and having fought off an alien invasion not long ago didn't hurt when encountering something so unusual. Still, for a long moment she pressed her back to the nearest tree and just sat there, trying to gain her bearings and running the incident over and over again in her mind.
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She wasn't dreaming, that much was obvious. She hadn't been drugged, of that she was certain. This wasn't an illusion, it was far too real. The grass even felt cold under her fingertips. She could only conclude for now that this was really happening, so the next question was how? What could have caused this?
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It had been a perfectly normal evening. She had just been sitting on her sofa, going over once again all her clues and presumptions regarding Clint's disappearance, though they didn't amount to much. Then the portal appeared and she had vanished into it and appeared here.
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She had been thinking of Clint and she had vanished.
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Clint. Vanished.
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How does a man vanish without even the smallest trace that even the best super spy in the world couldn't even find? He vanishes to another world.
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It was amazing. Here she was in this strange place, knowing not how she got there, why, or what dangers could be lurking around her, but for that moment all she felt was overwhelming relief. These past five weeks had been torture, none of it had made any sense. Maybe Clint had been taken, maybe he had been killed, or maybe Loki had messed with his head so badly he had run, but in any of those cases Natasha was certain she would have found him. Now it all made sense.
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Well, except for the fact that there were random portals to other worlds opening up in New York without some magic alien sceptre to control them.
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Okay, first thing's first: search her surroundings for an indication of which direction she should be traveling.


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<b>tag:</b> Open
<b>location:</b> Greatwood
<b>notes:</b> confused yet relieved

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<div class="thatyouwant">Natasha is an enigma. She is beautiful, intelligent, and extremely dangerous, and no matter how well you think you know her you've only scratched the surface. Over the years, since joining S.H.I.E.L.D. she has learned to open up a little more, to crack jokes and enjoy the company of others, but it's still not certain if what you see is what you get. It has taken her a long time to figure out who she is; in fact, she's still searching.<p>
Friends . Natasha has many acquaintances, some friends, but few are anything she would consider close. She can be friendly if the situation warrants, and if you play your cards right she may grow to like you, but trust is something she doesn't give easily.<p>
Enemies . Over the years Natasha has done many bad things and killed many people, some who probably deserved it but others innocent. Red Room, KGB, S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers; with a list of employers such as this, it's no surprise she has many enemies. <p>
Lovers . Love is something Natasha has not allowed herself to even consider since losing her husband over a decade ago. Love is a weakness, a childish fantasy, and something she doesn't think a person like her deserves. That doesn't mean she doesn't have <i>feelings</i>, but she fights them. <div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; padding-top: 5px;"><a href="http://shine.b1.jcink.com/index.php?showuser=5438">thanks emilie!</a></div></div>
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