Whether whistling heaven's clouds disappear

[guardiandevil]

Who| Matt Murdock + Open
What| There's a blind dude wandering through a creepy old amusement park, nothing to see here.
Where| The amusement park
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Character death in Natasha's thread.

Initially, he thought he might have an advantage in this place. The fog didn't obscure the vision he already lacked, so he didn't have to bother with adjusting to near blindness. However, the problem with the fog was in it's power to mask and warp sounds. Instead of hearing the world echoing back at him, his radar was being tricked. Distances were unclear and the entire landscape was shrouded in mystery. And somehow, somehow, he'd managed to wander into the amusement park, with only his parachuted-in crowbar to defend himself.

He was on edge, jumpy, and not afraid to use his weapon first and ask questions after the fact or not at all, and he was just passing a rotting and broken down merry-go-round when he thought he heard someone approach through the fog. He didn't call out though, instead he moved instinctively with the slow moving fog, hoping to keep out of sight of whoever or whatever was just behind him.

Comments

[assassinat]

"Hush now with all of that, love." Her tone is light, an inevitable sign of weakness she chooses to ignore in favor of trying to comfort him. There's several people throughout the arena so why did she have to find the one who will make her crack? The past blurs her present into a mixture of both and for a moment she almost loses sight of what's important.

"You know this is what they want. A dramatic scene with a vow of revenge." A cold hand reaches up to wipe away at his cheeks, Natasha pausing only to make sure it's her dry fingers that stroke him. There's enough of her blood on him that she doesn't need to douse him entirely in it all in favor of trying to comfort the man who is incapable of receiving it. "It's sickening."

She feels herself slipping away in all the subtle ways. For starters, how her grip on him loosens despite the urgency to not let go. The body is beginning to defy the mind due to a lack of oxygen and fresh blood; Natasha knows the details of her death as they play out. She's always thought she would go instantaneously, a luxury granted to killers who aren't easy to kill, yet here she is playing it out in her mind.

〈"Matt, I will wait in your bed for you."〉 Desperation creeps into her native tongue as she speaks of childish things. Stupid gestures of affection that aren't wholly welcomed and with it the subtle promise that everything is going to be okay. 〈"Return to me in victory, do not do anything foolish. Promise me."〉

He's always needed her. That's enough foolishness to put her old mind at ease. Matt Murdock needs her as much as she needs him at this very moment and while it's ill-advised to seek solace in those thoughts, she falls into their comfort too easily.

[guardiandevil]

Matt doesn't recall enough Russian to respond properly to her. He feels foolish for it. He'd picked up enough over the years to get by, and now that he needs it, he can say nothing to her to comfort her or acknowledge what she'd said. He shakes his head, expression twisted in grief.

"Yes. Yes, I promise." He has to answer in English, otherwise words would fail him entirely. He rocks her, clutches her close to his chest, hoping that the warmth of his body and the sound of his heart beat will give her some sense of comfort in the end. "It's okay. It's okay. We'll be okay. I'll look out for him. You can leave us."

[assassinat]

If there’s one thing she’s figured out within her short time in this arena, it’s how cold the world feels when she’s not in someone’s arms. Many of her nights were spent huddled on her own as she suffers from something that ails her (poison, she presumed) and while she found comfort between Captain America and Captain America the second, it was nothing like the familiarity of Matt’s heartbeat.

“Oh love.” Painfully spoken, she tries to alleviate his pain just as he attempts to do the same. They were never any good for each other, but they were partners. The thought that she was leaving this world behind without him at her side festers the wound within her heart more than the one that’s left her ripped apart.

He speaks of “us” and it doesn’t click in her mind until a few delayed seconds later that he means Bucky. Shit, he’s going to do something crazy and if she doesn’t speak up now to ask Matt one last favor, there’s no telling what will happen to either of her boys. Except now it’s too much to breathe, the cost of death starting to take its toll on her body. The dryness of her throat leaves her gasps raw and pained, leaving her with little choice. Talk was always cheap and meaningless in the end; why would her final words in death be any different? Instead she musters the energy to grab at his hand in an attempt to draw it towards her mouth for one last kiss.

Natasha has always been a fighter; no one here who knew her would argue otherwise. Holding on when the odds were against her and still succeeding is what she’s built her reputation on. Drawing out her death and surviving when no one else could, that also was foundation for notoriety. Today the fight has left her mind and mannerisms subdued as she lets go of his hand as well as everything else.