Tastes Too Good To Be Bad [Dark!AU, @ladyloki-countessofmischief]
*Natasha turns at the hand on her shoulder, concentrating on not flinching. It’s a simple touch, and she knows better than to react any further.* Why thank you, Mistress.
*She smirks at the warning, standing and following the man indicated.* Enjoy the show.
*The man takes her to the carrier, transporting he to the location. Her gun rests where it always has, and it’s easy to do as she’s been asked - an instinct, in fact. When she runs out of bullets, her Widow’s Peaks serve just as well, and it’s a pleasure to survey the carnage around her briefly. Oh, she’s missed it. This is her home, the midst of destruction, and she was a fool to ever believe that anything else would suffice.*
*Loki merely snickered as Natasha was lead away and taken away to do as she’d been ordered. She moves to her library where she stretched out on her couch to watch Natasha’s mission unfold through an orb of magic.*
*She smirks at the Widow’s work, thoroughly impressed by the assassin’s skills now that she’d seen them put to use for her own gain. Though even with as many as the red haired woman had killed there was still the last one left, the one she was ordered to kill. Loki was a tad curious to see just what the assassin planned to do, How she would eliminate Loki’s problem with the Goddess herself watching.*
*For now she watched in amusement as it became clear that this was what the woman felt most comforting to the woman, she looked as though she’d been reunited with something she’d been away from for too long and Loki knew it well. Destruction and mayhem was a second home to Natasha and it was a home that Loki could provide for her.*
Ehehe.. Fascinating.
*Natasha makes her way to the final room, finding the man with only the barest of protection. Foolish, to think that she couldn’t break through his rank of weak, pathetic guards. She locks every door, killing the guard who comes to try and stop her from doing so. The others congregate around her target, and it simply makes her smirk.*
*She strides forward, the two guards laid to waste by her Widow’s Bites, before she presses the target against the wall by the throat, his feet dangling from the ground.*
The Lady Loki sends her regards.
*With that, she squeezes more tightly, watching intently as the light drains from his eyes, replacing the beautiful terror there. She’s missed the fear too, the slowing and ceasing of a pulse beneath her fingertips. Weapons are her forte, but she has the feeling that raw, instinctive strength might appeal to her mistress more.*
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*Natasha sits back, nodding ask Loki speaks.* Well, here’s hoping that they do not run - I never object to practise on a...
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