No Man Could Control Him

        New York City was a place often inhabited by nut-jobs. With a fine line crossing into those of DESPERATION, for money to buy necessities ( or their respective addicted substances ). Naked cowboys and condoms sold in the likelihood inspired by presidential candidates… and there was ALWAYS a crowd. A lively area with lots to see—- 

      And today it was around her target. Even SHIELD made mistakes with risky scientific experiments. Humanity meddling in what ought not be touched by mortal hands.Transportation using portals slowly configuring into accidental time travel. And one of the most FAMOUS figures in history pulled out and left defenseless on New York streets…. 

     A sense of urgency set in. To quickly figure out a fix— how to transport the man back to his time before the butterfly effect began to change their world past repair. First she had to locate and isolate him— how hard would finding an overly ORNATE and confused man be? Not even a half hour and already the crowds seemed fascinated and beyond amused. The laughs echoing down the road and drawing more of a crowd.

    Natasha followed in their stead, making her way through, in between crevices of neighboring bodies. Assertiveness that she carried, pushing through the tilted back heads of carefree laughs and pointed fingers. Till she was in the front, green orbs observing the other before confirmation of the man she had been in search for. Now to get him out without EXPOSURE of his true name..

    “Everyone. back up now.” Voice carrying over with a sense of leadership and power, eye contact made with a few who immediately seemed to recognize the Black Widow. Whispers shooting through like wildfire— “I apologize for the SCENE…. excuse this highly CONFUSED man…. hit his head a bit HARD, has been having all sorts of dissociations..” Head finally turning to his, hand offered to pull him down with a stern look like she would not be argued with. That if needed, it’d be done the hard way. No one would be happy in that case. 

             ❝ – Bobolynes! Thou shall all pay handsomely for these offenses towards thy king! Have thou no RESPECT for the sovereign of thy kingdom? ❞ For half past the hour, Henry hurled similiar threats onto the growing crowd, including the occasional promise of punishments to those who DENIED their sovereign. Alas, little progress was had with the gawking spectators for indeed, the more he spoke, the more boisterous their laughter became, until Henry was red in the cheeks from both ANGER and shame. 

            More than a few of the imbeciles DARED to craft jests around the opulence of his dress, as though he were the one who had offended God with his garments. Nay, he would not allow such INSULTS! Peasants were at the MERCY of their king, and Henry had every to intent to abandon his kindness towards his subjects. But without his guards, what could he do, truly? A fit, athletic man he was, indeed, but tales from times long past told him that mobs harbored the strength to OVERPOWER. 

             There was little DIGNITY in how he responded next; alas, Henry found himself swatting at the crowd with his sculpted arms, much as if they were a SWARM of gnats. As he had feared or perhaps expected, this garnered a bundle of FRESH laughter, the king half expecting for the peasants to COMBUST before his very eyes. At least that would take care of them...

            Quite suddenly, the attention of the REBELS, as he had taken to referring to them in his mind, were attracted by an approaching figure. Jealously raged in every fibre of his being at the RESPECT this mystery person conjured- respect that should have rightfully been placed with Henry! Blue hues squinted to decipher a womanly figure, although she was dressed in an awful garment not even suited for the lower class. Aye, it ‘twas all CLEAR now! A WITCH! A witch had altered his world, perhaps sending him to the depths of Hell! 

           But as the woman’s visage came into view, he witnessed no markings of a witch. She was far too beautiful, with scarlet curls that caressed her features, and doe eyes that any lover could become LOST in. And why, she seemed to know who he was! Finally, someone with the good sense to recognize their king!