#dj02

It’s been many years since Natasha Romanoff gave a flying fuck about S.H.I.E.L.D. The entity was something to watch and be wary of, but never heed. In the past, it’s mostly signaled nothing but trouble. That’s not to say it’s always been corrupted. There’s been good years as well as the bad. Natasha wouldn’t have ever worked with them if she thought they were entirely irredeemable. Her pessimism has just gotten worse after not one but two iterations of Pleasant Hill.

Daisy Johnson taking over is supposed to usher in a new age. That’s a lot of pressure to put on one person, but if things don’t change under Johnson then the odds are that they never will. Even though she won’t contract with the agency again, Natasha has no issue being a circumstantial ally with them while Daisy gets herself established. It’s a huge undertaking, and it’s not as if the rest of the world stops so one can get their feet under them. The world keeps spinning and buildings keep exploding. Daisy’s job will be far from easy.

Natasha’s not actually making a house call to talk business, though. At least, not exclusively. The Widow sees the Nuhuman as a friend at this point, and that’s a high title to have in Natasha’s book. She stands with her back leaning against the counter, a glass of whiskey resting beside her. The coolness has left a puddle around it as water drips down the glass.

“I wanted to check in on you and Rosalind, both because of the spell being undone and the explosion. How are you holding up?” She wants to ask how S.H.I.E.L.D. is looking into the Avengers Mansion tragedy, but bites her tongue for now. “I’ve never been more glad to not be invited to a party.” 

She’s never going to space again. No, that’s dramatic. Space will always be a part of Crystal. The Inhumans got their start on the moon, and she’ll always think of home when the night sky is clear. Her recent trip off planet had been with Luna. It marked the first time that she and her daughter had traveled intergalactically together, but Luna managed it well. Luna tends to handle most things well, Crystalia has noted. It’s been a blessing with the divorced and resulting animosity.

Ana Gordon. Kindergarten teacher. Resident of Pleasant Hill.

Ana Gordon. Ana Gordon. Ana Gordon. Ana —

Rosalind Solomon. 

She knows who she is. More or less, that is. It’s really somewhat of a bitch. Rosalind Solomon ( because that’s her actual name ) has always been a confident woman. Her identity has been carefully molded since she was a kid. Roz wanted to grow up and save the world. When she first heard about S.H.I.E.L.D. during a recruitment session, she decided right then it was the agency for her. If S.H.I.E.L.D. could help her make a difference, she would join them. It was beginning of a long process. The grades, the extracurricular’s. Rosalind threw herself in whole heartedly and no one was surprised when the academy accepted her.

The last three years have been more unpredictable than Rosalind would have preferred, even though she wouldn’t change any of it until lately. Her invitation for Thor to attend her graduation was a dare from “friends” who didn’t believe he’d show. Hell, Roz hadn’t either until he was there in the shining flesh. Working with the Asgardian’s had come next. She had found a good rhythm with them, but S.H.I.E.L.D. being exposed as H.Y.D.R.A had changed everything. It had shaken Rosalind to the core. How could she save the world when she worked for literal Nazi’s?  The Agents of Wakanda were supposed to be a fresh start, a place to clear her head. Now, after all the bullshit, she’s really begun to regret leaving them. T’Challa told her she’s always welcome back, but she’s never picked up the phone to call. She doesn’t even know why.

Even though Rosalind has her own tiny apartment, she hasn’t been there since being freed from Pleasant Hill. Somehow she ended up going home with Daisy under the guise of helping the wounded agent out. In actuality, Rosalind was terrified of being alone. Something was off and she didn’t want to find out what that was later when she laid alone in the dark. It’s been a few days since then. A week, maybe? It’s hard to say. The two have been holed up ordering take-out. Despite the make-out session pre Pleasant Hill and the kiss inside, their time has been surprisingly lowkey. Maybe it’s not that surprising considering the trauma they’ve both been through as of late.