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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
It's so simple, the way that he says it, yet it hits Natasha so hard the wind is almost knocked out of her. He knows who he's not. "That's what I want." She says it aloud almost too quickly, letting on that she hadn't made the connection until she heard it in his words. "I want to know who I'm not. I thought I did, that's what SHIELD was supposed to do for me but..." she trails off with a frown. He knows the rest. They weren't who they said they were, which meant Natasha wasn't who she thought she was.

Her eyes fall to the couch, tracing idle patterns in her jeans with a distracted mind, but at his question she looks up abruptly with narrow-eyed uncertainty. "...No, she didn't say anything to me about that." The response is slow, as if she's thinking about several things when she says it. "Why? Do you think that it's going to be necessary?" Does he think that one of his family members will insist upon it? She can see, though, that there's distraction in his mind and Natasha tries to read him once more.

"What are you thinking?" She finally asks outright. "You've got that face, what are you thinking right now?"
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
The simple gesture of reassurance is not only unexpected, but it's pleasantly reassuring in a way that Natasha didn't know she needed. There was no hesitation in it at all, Jasper simply reached for her, and for some reason that makes it all more real than the night before had. The night before, she had to approach him, and yet this time...

Well. The smile on her face probably makes her look remarkably foolish, like some light headed teen, but she doesn't find that she minds so much.

"We were talking about you," she teases. "Just about you. The entire time, you know. Gossiping." Of course it's not true, but she's playing with him, and she waves the hand that he isn't touching dismissively. "I can go into town and collect intel, that's easy. I've got the basics I need for some disguises I have in the trunk of the car, I don't know if my face is on the news yet but even if it is it shouldn't be a problem." She looks curious. "Is that what you want? I can drive in today, if you need me to."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
he laces his fingers between hers and Natasha finds herself smiling again, and she's certain that her face is absolutely not the faintest shade of pink because that would be absolutely ridiculous. Before she can respond Alice is back, she moves so quickly that it actually makes Natasha jump when she's on the couch. She knows that they can move that fast she's just never seen it.

Somehow this is easier. Alice is leaning back into her, Jasper is holding her hand and for the first time Natasha has the oddest sensation of being a part of something. Something that she wants to be a part of, not something she's been assigned to, and that's when she not only realizes that she actually wants to be a part of it but that she's never really been a part of anything on her own free will before.

"He brought back a polar bear? That's just showing off at that point, that's ridiculous." She rolls her eyes, smiling to herself as she does. Every time she hears about Emmett, she finds that she quite likes him. Natasha's free arm wraps around Alice's middle to keep her steady, and she starts to question herself as to why such an action came so easily before she stops the train of thought abruptly. Alice has already proven that she makes Natasha more comfortable than she should be. No reason to question a nice thing.

"Jasper and I were talking, I was thinking about going into town?" She glances at Jasper for confirmation before looking at the side of Alice's face. "See if I can gather intel on the family and what people are saying about them. I'd have to hide my identity but I already told him that's not a problem, I have everything I need to do that in the car. What do you think?" Natasha offers a hopeful smile. "So that maybe your family can come to us instead, and we can have the house fixed up before they get here?"
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[personal profile] fateshifted 2017-03-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Alice kicks off her shoes as Jasper rests a hand easily on her knee, the fingers of his other hand still laced easily with Natasha's. "You'll find Emmett has a bit of a vendetta against bears," Jasper murmurs in explanation. "Probably the lethal mauling that did it."

Alice sighs dramatically, how is she supposed to incorporate a polar bear skin into their decor, they're so Seventies and she's already needed to deal with Seventies style once, but the conversation makes her blink in surprise. "Really? Do you think...oh, we always loved it here," she says wistfully, looking around at the familiar furnishings of the beautiful house, filled with natural light even when the skies are overcast. It's peaceful here, even with the Quileutes up the coast, even with everything that had happened here.

"You'd do that for us?" she asks, turning her head to look up at Natasha, hopeful and excited. This hasn't changed the vision she's had of them going to Calgary to meet the family, but maybe that's just because they don't know anything yet.
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that how he went?" She frowns when Jasper explains, falling silent for a moment at the thought that all of them, the entire family, had to have died in some way to be where they are. And yet they found each other, there's a sort of beauty in that.

"Of course I would." The immediate answer should probably surprise her more than it does, but Natasha pushes that away as well in favor of smiling down at Alice. The physical affection helps... she simply hasn't realized how longs it's been. "This is kind of what I do. Jasper knows more about it, but..." she glances at him for a moment before looking back at Alice.

"It won't take me long. I know the sort of places I need to hang around to overhear the chatter, and that might not even be necessary. It's a small town, if they know anything it'll probably be all over the local papers. I'll just pop into town, grab some groceries since we'll be staying here for a while and I don't want you two to have to run out all the time finding me a pizza," a coy smile, "see exactly what's being said and we'll have our answer. Don't be surprised if nothing is reported." She looks back at Jasper again to address the both of them. "The way SHIELD does things, the less people talk the better. I wouldn't be surprised if they already sent a clean up crew to make sure that nobody here saw anything."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"So I won't show interest." She shrugs, as if it's that simple to her. "Don't worry, I know how to avoid the feds. And if I manage to make myself look intimidating and unapproachable, nobody is going to ask me any questions about why an unfamiliar face is around. The diner will be my first stop." She plans it aloud, partially talking to herself. "If I don't hear anything there I'll get my hands on a local paper. But I'll be careful, you don't have to worry about me."

She gives Alice a little squeeze and a playful smile. "But that means that you have to get up so I can go put on a different face." She moves, finally letting go of Jasper's hand to get to her feet and head to the garage. She comes back in a moment later with a duffel bag, calling out to them as she climbs up the stairs. "Don't have vampire sex on the couch, we've already got enough to clean up around here." She calls back to them with a smirk because... well, Alice is adorable and Jasper is proper, she can't help but want to tease just for the sake of doing so.

The wig takes the longest time, but after that Natasha applies some fake jewelry and makeup. The entire process takes her under an hour, only because she's as efficient as she is, and she walks down the stairs with a heavy step to stop at the bottom, slipping her rings on as she does. "Alright so exactly what am I trying to figure out, if they even know whether or not you're missing? I'm assuming that you all worked or went to school around here, right? Missing persons should have something if I keep hitting dead ends."
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[personal profile] fateshifted 2017-03-04 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Alice had groaned a little, as if it was such an effort to move, but she'd shifted right over to sit on Jasper's lap instead, and they both watch her walk up the stairs with twin expressions somewhere between admiring and affectionate.

"I think we'll be okay," Alice whispers as she tucks her head under Jasper's chin and he wraps his arms around her. They stay like that, unmoving, curled together, soaking in each other's presence after so long separated. She'll tell him what it was like, but not right now. There will be plenty of time for them to spend with each other when Natasha needs to sleep, or when she's running errands, or gathering intel.

When Natasha reappears, they won't look as though they've moved an inch, because they haven't, not until she stops on the stairs and Alice looks up, and immediately hops up and hurries over to her. "Tash! You look amazing," she gushes, taking one hand and then the other to examine the rings she's collected. "If you didn't smell the same, I'd definitely need to look twice! You know, vampires are terrible at disguising themselves, our nature somehow shows through no matter what we do."

Jasper follows more slowly, hands folded neatly behind his back, to actually answer her question. "We need to know what the town thinks happened to us," he says a little briskly, something like a briefing. "They'll have noticed by now that we've been gone, but we've always been a little...unorthodox. It's more than possible they haven't thought much of it, and no one believes we're gone for good, but if they do think we've up and vanished, we need to know. It might be too risky to come back yet if that's the case."

"We'd need to wait a few decades," Alice explains calmly, as if it's a mild inconvenience. "Until the children we went to school with have all grown and their children aren't in school either. Grandchildren are okay, we can associate with grandchildren without much trouble."

Jasper nods in agreement, staying businesslike even as he also gives Natasha an interested once-over. "Carlisle worked in the clinic. The rest of us were in high school, until we graduated." He can't help the half-smile of amusement at that. "Then we all went off to colleges, so they believe, and we went a good few years without being sighted in town much at all, but we've been in this house during that time. All we need to know is if that six-week absence has been noticed, and if so, what they think caused it." A lazy smile. "Should be no trouble at all."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Alice exclaims the name so naturally that Natasha has to reply it in her mind as if she had heard it wrong, but she hadn't and it's... simply adorable. Clint calls her Tasha, Steve calls her Nat. Tash is a new one, and the smile she gives doesn't seem to match the look that she's painted on her face. "It's the easiest way to keep people at a distance, look unapproachable." She explains to the shorter woman, her attention only moving when Jasper begins speaking. The amusement fades, his business like tone catching her attention in a way that even she doesn't realize, and after he's finished explaining everything she gives a nod. "Easy enough. ... You went to high school, here?" She asks him directly, looking a little amused by that, but she doesn't press. She has a job to do now.

"Intel, food. Shouldn't take me more than three hours, if I'm not back by then I want you both to get out of here and get as far as you can." The command comes naturally as she moves toward the garage. "But that's not going to happen. ...Probably not going to happen. I'll be back." She gives them both a shy smile before disappearing into the garage, and Natasha takes the car to drive into town.

It takes her less time than she thought. The papers are empty, she gets a simple coffee at the diner, and she watches the news that they have playing on the television behind the counter. It's the group of school girls that walk in that does it, one of them complaining about how they haven't seen Emmett around and how they don't have anything to look at in History anymore. There are theories thrown around, from camping to backpacking through Europe, but nothing negative. It's comforting.

She goes food shopping, and the man behind the register takes the entire purchase to try and hit on her, which she stops with a flat 'don't' before the sentence completely leaves his mouth. She's back within two hours, and Natasha carries all of the bags inside because more than one trip is, in her opinion, for the weak.

"I'm back," she calls out to the house as she moves into the kitchen to start putting everything away. "Either you're camping or you're backpacking through Europe," she continues, knowing that they can hear her wherever they are, "but the rumors are all manageable. Like I said, SHIELD doesn't really do getting 'caught'. Do one of you want to use that handy speed thing you've got going on, because I really don't want to take forever putting all of this away."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, there's a nice face." Natasha greets him warmly with a playful smile, and she continues to put things away as she filled Jasper in on everything that she heard and saw. "You're welcome. Where is Alice, is she out hunting?" Why is that so amusing to her? The idea of Alice, a small whirlwind of warmth, bringing down a large buck. She doesn't doubt that she can do it, but Natasha would be lying if she said the image wasn't an amusing one in her head.

She's just managed to put the last of it away when Jasper finishes his thought, and it takes Natasha a moment to realize what he's talking about. Mutts? What mutts? The first thing she does is wrack her brain on any sort of vampire lore that she's seen in pop culture despite how inaccurate most of it has proven to be, but it doesn't take her long to have a suspicion. She's seen Underworld.

"Ooooh no," she groans suddenly, grabbing the edge of the counter near the sink with one hand and dragging the wig off of her head with the other. "No. Absolutely not." She closes her eyes before she takes a deep breath, and Natasha looks at Jasper with an annoyed glare. "Jasper Whitlock Hale, I swear to christ if you are about to tell me that werewolves are a thing... are werewolves a thing?" She asks it as if it's a challenge. "Don't you dare stand there and tell me that werewolves are an actual goddamn thing."
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"No!" Natasha throws her hand in the air, eyes wide. "No, you just forgot to mention that part! You forgot to mention the werewolves, Jasper. Werewolves." She repeats it, looking up at the ceiling as if expecting answers to come from it. "There are werewolves. You're attracted to a pair of vampires and there are - oh good." She returns to the conversation once she registers what he said, "a treaty. We have a treaty, with the werewolves. And you're related, to the werewolves, that we have a treaty with, yes, fine. This is fine. You, springing the existence of werewolves on me, that's fine."

She's glaring. It is not fine.

Natasha sighs and she starts to clean up the bags that the groceries came in before pulling pins out of her hair to let it fall loosely over her shoulders. "So? How do we kill them?" She lets the question hang between them, and after a moment she rolls her eyes. "I'm not saying I'm going to, I know what a treaty is, but I need to know how to just in case. You know, insurance."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." Natasha's eyes are trained on Jasper directly as he speaks, her voice somewhat distant with a distraction that can't be placed visually. The way that he stands there, briefing her as if the soldier in him never faded... Natasha realizes what's happening a moment after, and she stands up a little straighter with a raised eyebrow when she does.

"I like it when you do that." She gestures to him, "that thing you do where you brief me instead of simply telling me something. It's probably weird that that turns me on, right? Yeah, it's probably weird." And yet she has no qualms about letting him know about it, or letting him feel it, the hint of arousal that his outward strength sets in her.

She turns to face him, head tilting to the side to let her hair fall over her shoulder, and she gives him a slow once over that she doesn't attempt to hide before her eyes fall back onto his. That sharp intensity in his stare... yes. That's what does it. "You don't like them very much, do you?" She smirks a little, and the look in her eye has changed as well. It's something more focused... almost predatory.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about them. I've killed wolves, I've killed bears. If they step out of line, we can handle it."
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"Already trusting me with secrets?" Her eyebrow lifts with interest once more, and the crooked smirk she wears is a tell tale sign that she's hiding something, although Jasper wouldn't know that just yet. He'll learn. The way that he stands there smiling at her just makes that heat in her build more, but Natasha keeps it behind her wall, knowing all too well that Jasper is much too polite to go digging around there to see what he can find. Manners won't get him far when it comes to Natasha, but he'll learn that too.

"My lips are sealed. But it's good to know." She gives her head a little tilt to the side with a facial shrug, and she holds the bags that she's gathered in one hand before she starts to head to the trash. "And the fact that you're in favor, that's also good to know." She waits. Natasha gets closer to him, still keeping a foot or so between them as she passes him on the way to the trash, but as soon as she's in close proximity her walls come down with surprising abruptness and she unleashes the warm arousal he set in her all at once for him to feel as suddenly as he had felt her guilt the first night that she showed up at the cabin.

There's no pause in her stride as she throws out the plastic and moves to the fridge to get something together for her dinner. "What did I tell you about calling me that?" She continues to search what she had just purchased, as if trying to make up her mind. "It's good to know. If they cause problems for us in the future, you'll have an ally. That stays between us as well."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know what you're talking about." She says it so dismissively that it's almost convincing, but she closes the refrigerator door with a bottle of water in her hand instead of making a decision on what she should eat and turns to reveal a knowing smile. She moves closer to him, slowly to give him a chance to back up if he has to, and Natasha leans against the counter a foot or so away from him as she twists the cap off of it. She sees what he's doing; the way that he accentuates his drawl isn't lost on her, and she knows flirting when she sees it. Even when it comes from old fashioned southern gentlemen.

"I would never use your abilities against you," she promises, obviously falsely as she keeps her walls down. It's almost as if she can concentrate on one emotion and strengthen it, because for Natasha, she almost can. Her emotional focus was something that was trained into her at a young age, and Natasha knows how to narrow in on one thing to feed off of it. Now, she's letting him feed off of it instead, and the sensation of want that's in her practically surrounds her like a particularly potent aura. Outwardly she's fine; she pauses to sip her water.

"And, my rules are different." The clarification comes with a grin, and she stares up at him with an intensity that may be strengthened by the still-there makeup of her earlier gathering of intel. "You have to follow my rules. There's repercussions if you break them." She practically bats her eyes at him as she looks up at him through thick lashes. "I'll let you off with a warning this time but in the future, remember that you've been warned. You know how to take a direct order, don't you, soldier?"
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The laugh that Natasha gives is a little more playful than her usual one, rare and genuine and almost melodic in its own quiet and contained way. He seems comfortable and Natasha is highly aware of that even if she's not showing it; she's watching his mannerisms closely. Perhaps if she were more reckless or careless of his feelings she wouldn't be so concerned, but this isn't about her safety; it's about his comfort. She knows that he doesn't like having to run off every time his hunger hits him too strong, and she knows that there's a sense of guilt in that even though he's doing it to protect her. Jasper doesn't keep his distance because he wants to, perhaps not even because he has to, but because he believes that he has to in order to keep everything safe. He does that for her, and she has no plans on showing anything but gratitude for that.

"I think someone is forgetting who he's speaking to." It's almost singsong when she speaks, and she briefly catches the corner of her lip between her teeth before releasing it and taking a few inches closer. Then she stops. She's testing his boundaries but not to push him, she's doing it for both of them. She needs to know how close she can get without making him too uncomfortable, and he needs to know how close she can get without having to freeze up and avoid breathing. It's something that they need to work on together, and a part of her wants to show him that it doesn't have to be tense and uncertain with little words on a balcony outside. They can figure it out together, because that's why she's here in the first place.

"A man never stops being a soldier. He just chooses different battles to fight." She pauses, staring up at him with a look that matches the heat radiating off of her, and Natasha moves slowly as she reaches out. Not to warn him; she knows he can move away fast if he needs to. She moves slowly so that she can read him, and know that she needs to pull away if she senses any discomfort so he doesn't have to. With slow movements she manages to get all the way to his shirt, and with a nimble touch she unfastens the top button for him before placing her hand on his chest and then letting it fall away.

"Not too peaceful, I hope." Eyes widen and they're paired with a faux pout, bottom lip sticking out as her voice takes a sorrowful turn. "Wouldn't be much fun if I was the only one looking for something a little more exciting than peace."

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