Natasha Romanoff

Natasha knew the multiverse was a funny thing. She'd been around, able to say more often than not that each trip was not her first rodeo or would it be her last. That was her thinking until she went home the last time and lived for what would be the last five years of her life.

It didn't bother her as it might for someone else. Sure, there were thoughts about it, a slight ache in her heart for leaving Clint, Laura and the kids. There was more sadness than she thought there would be in not watching Cooper become a man or teaching Lila as much as she could until her father got involved. And little Nate who she barely got to know. Then there was Steve.

She would never admit it but the two men singlehandedly helped make her into who she was. Then Arthur happened and she found herself holding on to the prospect of happiness.

On the morning of what would unknowingly be their last day in the City, Natasha awoke still nestled in Arthur's arms in the quaint little beach house he'd built. The redhead loved it there, loved waking up and being greeted by the view from the front window. Her favourite though was when it was grey and rainy, giving them both reason to stay where they were like nothing else existed beyond the walls that were around them. That was how that morning started.

Something felt different. She felt different.

At first, it was the vague feeling of things shifting around her, causing her stomach to roll uneasily. Then it only continues to worsen as the minutes go on. Natasha reaches for the strong arm that had been draped over her hip, careful not to make it abrupt because maybe she was still groggy from sleep. But it didn't get any better. That's when it occurs to her that she is in the midst of being pulled away from the City.

And him.

Closing her eyes, she wishes to be able to see him again. Somewhere else. In some other world. Whenever the multiverse deems it fit. When things go black, she knows there is no fighting it.

When she opens her eyes again, Natasha is treading, blinking back the water in her eyes after emerging from beneath the surface and trying to focus on a flashing light in the distance. Once she can see it clearly, the redhead realizes what it is.

A lighthouse.

Name: Natasha Romanoff
Canon: MCU; Avengers: Infinity War
Scrubs Color:
Visible Age: 34-35
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Physique: Petite, slender, slightly built
Complexion: Caucasian
Hygiene: Generally neat and clean. May sometimes have smudges of dirt or blood on her face.
Hair: Currently: blonde | Natural Colour: Red
Eyes: Green
Defining Marks: Scar on left pelvis near naval from through and through gun shot wound, scar on left shoulder from gun shot wound. Miscellaneous scars from fights and battles on back, chest, arms and legs.
Accent/Speech: Voice low and slightly raspy
Bearing/Demeanor: Unimpressed, dry, expressionless
Gait: Purposeful
Habits: When deep in thought she will play with her top lip and/or bite a fingernail
Skills: Master spy, assassin, expert in hand to hand combat, gifted intellect, computer hacker, marksman, multilingual, pilot.