#nat question

♢ - for jessica to introduce nat to trish:

She can’t do this alone. If she’s going to do it at all – Snart’s stupid goddamn book keeps harping on about a support system. 

And Trish, Christ, Trish can’t do it alone. Bruce was right, Jessica’s been taking her shit out on her and her alone for far too long. 

So, despite the fact that things are shakier between them than ever, Jessica sends Natasha a text message.

(✉ → nat): actully, i do ened soemthing(✉ → nat): meet me uptwon? say 3?

She sends the address to one of Trish’s favorite coffee spots. Natasha replies simply. ‘I’ll be there.’ 

Jessica’s stomach is in knots before they even walk inside. She hasn’t told Trish why they’re there either, and her sister keeps trying to guess.

“Are you pregnant?” she asks, tone cool. (She’s still not happy about the Registration.)

“Christ, no,” Jessica says, as the barista slides them their drinks. “I just – there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Trish’s eyebrows shoot up. “A guy?”

“You’re terrible at this.”

“A girl then?”

“Trish…” Jessica sighs, sipping her scalding coffee. Trish tuts in disapproval when she winces at the burn, but says nothing. They take a seat at a corner table, and Jessica spends the next few minutes pretending she’s deaf. 

The door chimes as Natasha walks in, and the whole cafe turns their head. Probably would, even if she wasn’t one of the only Avengers to sign the thing. The redhead’s eyes narrow as she spots Jessica and Trish. She walks over with a pensive expression, but doesn’t sit. 

“Jessica,” she says flatly, her tone no warmer than it has been the last few days. Her eyes slide over to Trish. There’s a flicker of recognition between both of them. 

Jessica nods. Takes a sip of coffee to steel herself, almost out of habit. It doesn’t work as well as whiskey. (Christ, that’s why they’re here, she remembers painfully.)

“Trish, Natasha. Black Widow, Avenger, and the one I punched in the face,” she says, flippantly. Both of them give her a look, but it just spurs her on. “Natasha, this is Trish. Former pre-teen popstar, current #1 radio talk show host. My sister,” she adds, a tiny smile flickering across her face. 

“TV star,” Trish corrects. She holds out a hand, and Natasha takes it. They’re both careful, cool, collected. Essentially everything Jessica isn’t. 

“I heard your interview with Steve,” Natasha says. “It was good. Fair.”

Trish nods “Thank you. He told his story, I was just there to make sure it was heard. Please, sit.” She pushes out a chair. “I’d love to hear yours sometime, if you’d be willing.”

Natasha hesitates, but only a second. “Maybe someday,” she replies simply. Her gaze turns to Jessica. “I assume you didn’t bring us here to set up an interview” 

Jessica shakes her head. “Not exactly. Good for the ratings though,” she adds with a look at Trish. Her sister isn’t having it. The look on her face clearly screams get on with it, Jess. 

Send me a ؟ for a random thought kate has about mj. 

Kate, sitting on the apartment couch, watching MJ from afar. I wonder if I suggested ‘seven minutes in heaven,’ if I’d get the chance to make out with her again... Ya know, just to be super sure and stuff. 

Send me a ♪ for a song that reminds me of kate/wanda and my favorite lyrics from it.

Black Magic by Little Mix“Take a sip of my secret potion // I'll make you fall in love // For a spell that can't be broken // One drop should be enough”

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