"I am my own woman

"It's safe to say that's case for most of us, given that the school just opened."

Wade glanced up at Natasha before shrugging off his shirt before getting off the ground. “I seem to be getting a lot of head injuries at this school.” He said more to himself then Natasha but followed after the red head as they exited the room, getting away from the sudden increase of people in the cafeteria. “So, Red, now that I’ve proven that I can’t die, is there anything you wanna do?” He questioned with a playful smirk. “Or I can just attempt to remember where I’ve seen that pretty face before, because I have seen it.”

"That depends, vacation in Russia often?" Nat asked, not breaking stride as she side-eyed Wade. Her red curls bounced smartly, low-heeled shoes clicking against the floor as she led them both down the hallway and toward the men's washroom.

'Bor's nose hairs?' Natasha mouthed, shaking her head. This guy was something else. Still, she accepted the compliment, sitting deeper into the chair and crossing her arms to survey the duo Loki had brought attention to. It took no longer than a couple of seconds for Natasha to identify their dynamic. "That's a make-up test in that box, and on a subject he's not very familiar with. Something other than Morse, apparently. She--" inclining her head, Nat attempted to draw Loki's attention towards the girl's restless fingers. "--is tapping out the answers for him. Cookies if you can guess their relation." 

Natasha arched a thin eyebrow, amused despite herself at Loki’s theatrics.

"It passes the time." Natasha shrugged a narrow shoulder, defiantly holding her ground even as her mind screamed at her to move away from Loki's invasive presence. Or stomp down on his toe. Whichever was least likely to get her vapourized. "People give so much away without realizing. Him--" Nat nodded her head towards a young man a few tables over. "He doesn't go to this school; sneaked in to see the freakshow."

New Girl | Bobbi & Nat

"I didn't say a word."

"Yeah, astrophysics. Study of space, generally speaking." Jane nodded, smiling at the girl’s understanding. Finally, she thought, Jane had met someone of her intellectual standing. It made interactions so much more easier for her. "It is not as heavy as one might think, because space is weightless. Get it?”

"That joke was awful. I hope you didn't planet." Natasha's lips twitched upward before she managed to smother the smile with her hand. Suddenly self conscious, she cleared her throat.

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"Oh…Right, of course. My camera and I will stay far away from you and your presence."

"Astrophysics." Natasha's eyebrows rose. "That's a heavy subject." And a perfectly valid excuse for the camera. Natasha untensed imperceptibly. "He sounds like an impressive man, but he's not the person standing in front of me. I would be far more interested in you."

"I asked first!" Is what ran through Ororo’s mind, though she dared not say it since she wasn’t sure that she was really on the commanding end of things. “I am running because the chances that you’re hostile are louder than those that speak for your innocence!” The situation was tense to say the least, as Ororo unintentionally echoed her words on the wind that was harmlessly beginning to blow around them, simply due to the stress she was feeling.

The wind was picking up again; an indicator, perhaps, of Storm's rising agitation. Wary of being tossed around again, Natasha had to make a conscious effort at straightening herself out. Base, physical instinct screamed not to make herself a bigger target, but it was clear that the situation had to be diffused before it spiralled further out of control.

If a guy calls you ‘princess’ in a condescending manner, assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.

I'm made of hair and bone and little teeth I come on like a crippled plaything And think I cannot speak

Natasha arched a thin eyebrow, amused despite herself at Loki's theatrics.