[Really, when Natasha had run into the ghosts at first it was pretty easy to leave them to other people. Not her problem, not her area, and overall she was just willing to trust that there were people better suited to this sort of thing than she was.
Then this one particular ghost- a young soldier- had taken to harassing her in particular. And she would, if pressed, give him points for being determined. Eventually, helping him out just seems like the faster way to get rid of the all-too-talkative translucent form that trails after her.
So here she is, with his bones retrieved and in a bag she has tossed over her shoulder, looking for his family name so she can dig a hole and he can rest in peace. Theoretically. That said, she has no shame about requisitioning a little bit of help in this venture, when she sees someone that looks up to the task.] You any good with a shovel?
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Then this one particular ghost- a young soldier- had taken to harassing her in particular. And she would, if pressed, give him points for being determined. Eventually, helping him out just seems like the faster way to get rid of the all-too-talkative translucent form that trails after her.
So here she is, with his bones retrieved and in a bag she has tossed over her shoulder, looking for his family name so she can dig a hole and he can rest in peace. Theoretically. That said, she has no shame about requisitioning a little bit of help in this venture, when she sees someone that looks up to the task.] You any good with a shovel?