[Ava speaks quietly as it comes into view, slowly, in pieces. Columns and beautiful blue tiles, pools of water. Natasha in her black SHIELD catsuit, a gun in her hands. Ava's there, with the same red hair, but her eyes are brown, and she stands next to a boy, and they're running. He's taller than her, brown hair and blue eyes, broad shoulders. There's a strange sort of device set up near one of the pools of water, cables that run into the nearby pool like some sort of sea creature.
And on the upper areas, looking down, figures with black body armor and sniper rifles. Ava and the boy move together like halves of a whole, covering each other, moving in sync without having to even look to see if the other's there. The sound and the chaos filters in last, gunshots, the flying dirt and three people against a small army.
Ava- the real one- can't help the anxiety that creeps into her shoulders, the way her heartbeat races, because she knows how this ends.]
Watch your back! [Natasha yells at the boy, when a bullet nearly grazes his shoulder.]
If it's my back, how am I supposed to watch it? [He quips with a grin over the hail of bullets, like he can't be touched. You can see the younger Ava roll her eyes in the middle of being shot at with sheer disbelief, but the look is tinged with faint affection. He feels like home, like a warmth she can feel even when they can't touch.
This is not the first time, but it's maybe even more uncomfortable than what had happened with Steve. Putting her memories on display, but this was her own quiet tragedy, something only Natasha knew.]
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[Ava speaks quietly as it comes into view, slowly, in pieces. Columns and beautiful blue tiles, pools of water. Natasha in her black SHIELD catsuit, a gun in her hands. Ava's there, with the same red hair, but her eyes are brown, and she stands next to a boy, and they're running. He's taller than her, brown hair and blue eyes, broad shoulders. There's a strange sort of device set up near one of the pools of water, cables that run into the nearby pool like some sort of sea creature.
And on the upper areas, looking down, figures with black body armor and sniper rifles. Ava and the boy move together like halves of a whole, covering each other, moving in sync without having to even look to see if the other's there. The sound and the chaos filters in last, gunshots, the flying dirt and three people against a small army.
Ava- the real one- can't help the anxiety that creeps into her shoulders, the way her heartbeat races, because she knows how this ends.]
Watch your back! [Natasha yells at the boy, when a bullet nearly grazes his shoulder.]
If it's my back, how am I supposed to watch it? [He quips with a grin over the hail of bullets, like he can't be touched. You can see the younger Ava roll her eyes in the middle of being shot at with sheer disbelief, but the look is tinged with faint affection. He feels like home, like a warmth she can feel even when they can't touch.
This is not the first time, but it's maybe even more uncomfortable than what had happened with Steve. Putting her memories on display, but this was her own quiet tragedy, something only Natasha knew.]