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darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha follows Darcy over to the sofa, although she takes the opposite end, cradling her wine glass in her hand. She laughs at the story, leaning back against the cushions. “Mind if I kick off my heels?” she asks, although she’s already easing the shoes from her feet with a sigh of relief.

“I always wanted a taser,” she muses, smirking as she recognises the New Mexico story. Oh, this girl was Jane Foster’s assistant - interesting. “New Mexico? Sounds exotic. Isn’t that where that freak tornado hit a year or so ago?” That was the cover story at least - she’s simply testing the other woman now, enjoying the moment as she drinks.

“Go right ahead. I’ve got a grudge about shoes after 5 o’clock anyway.” She waved it off, taking another drink. 

She nodded, easily recalling the cover the jackbooted thugs shoved down her throat. “Weird right? I mean, I was out there to get college credits, but when that happened, just no. I may be an adrenaline junkie sometimes, but Twister just kept playing through my mind and you can’t exactly taze wind.” Darcy shrugged. “And I liked that diner in the town that got leveled. The waitress there was the nicest chick ever.” 

Natasha curls back up on the sofa, cradling her wine glass in her hand. Having to bite her lip at the story is never the best sign, but she’s amused and a little impressed by just how good a liar the other woman is - and she can’t resist pushing a little harder.

Widening her eyes to play along, she leans forward a little, lowering her voice. “Sounds amazing - though I’m an adrenaline junkie….” She pauses, taking another drink. “And a little bit of a conspiracy connoisseur  Way I heard it, there was some Roswell stuff going on there. A man who wasn’t human? My friend heard from a girl he used to date that there was a whole cover up there - the tornado was just a cover story. Did you see anything like that?”