Steve lets Natasha have some time, after he breaks up the situation in the mess hall.
But not too much time, before there's a knock at her cabin door, because he'd rather talk to her in person any day of the week, and about something like this, most especially.
She's been hiding, though Natasha would adamantly refuse admitting that's what she's been doing, disguising it more as reflecting. The truth of it was, she was back in the Red Room when she was eleven years old , playing a part for Dreykov because she ended up being a favourite of his. It makes her skin crawl now thinking of how happy that made him.
Natasha doesn't realize someone is at the door until the knock registers and she's pulled out of her head. When she sees it's Steve, she knows why he's come by and without saying anything, she widens the door to let him in.
Steve's smile is tight but apologetic as he slips into Natasha's cabin. He picks a spot near the door but very obviously not blocking it - not even in her own cabin - and leans against the wall for now, because Natasha, at least, isn't the type to be threatened by his height and bulk. She knows him, and he hopes that means she'll talk to him.
She had let him in; that's a good start, at least.
"So. That was something," he says - and trusts her to tell that the lack of judgement in his voice is genuine. Because it very much is. If Natasha was responding to a situation like that, then he suspects it was very much warranted.
[She's actively opposed to the idea of being wardened. That relationship is going to be contentious at best.
And even she knows that she has too much in common with Natasha - and that while their formative trauma is similar, the differences are still significant. Letting her sister try to push her toward a redemption she doesn't want or believe in is a recipe for pain.]
Miss Romanoff, unhappy to report your inmate's just killed mine. We're on level 4 at the moment. I don't think there's any continued threat. Silver's only target was Jacob Seed and he's accomplished what he set out to do. He is still armed, however, unwilling to relinquish his weapons to me and I can't remove them by force.
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I regret to inform you temporary inmate, John Silver, is dead and in need of revival. Circumstances around his death have been taken care of.
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I realize that you will want more details. But considering nature of death was...undignified in grand scheme of things, [ he got killed by children's toys ] forgive me for being circumspect.
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Abel had made good on his promise and gotten Cain's communicator from his cabin when he'd gone back on board to find more supplies. It took him a while, but it was important to him that he could at least call him if Natasha wasn't going to do her job. And, when he'd gotten back Cain had let him read the conversation. It was less of a threat than he'd originally taken it as, but still entirely off base, and while their conversation was obviously frustrating for both parties involved, that didn't change the fact that she wasn't doing her job, even in an emergency.
When he's managed to find some calm, eat something, he goes to find her, and regardless of what she's doing, he'll politely ask, "Excuse me, Natasha, right? Can I speak with you a moment in private, well. As private as we can get on an island."
It's sheer luck that Abel is able to find her on the beach. She's been moving around non-stop, helping with rescue and keeping her device on and sound up so any notifications are heard loud and clear. When he approaches, she can't say they've ever spoken, or even met officially, though Natasha knows his name. So, his request to speak privately gets an uncertain lift of one brow.
"About what?" she asks, looking up from where she sits in the sand. It's a fair question, as far as she's concerned.
He's trying to be patient, and he supposes it's fair seeing as he's never approached her before, but the question grates a little. It takes quite a bit to get him mad, but with the combination of his own issues and Cain's, that it involves Cain at all? Well. He has never claimed to be rational when it comes to his fighter.
"I had something come to my attention that involved you, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about it." And he's not going to single someone out and yell at them in public either, especially since he can see that she is helping, just...ignoring the person she's been assigned to help. He wonders if she'd even taken the time to glance over, ask anyone about Cain. "I don't think it will take long."
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I'm fine, yeah. Missed the whole thing, because I'm helpful like that.
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Not long after the Dreykov Incident
But not too much time, before there's a knock at her cabin door, because he'd rather talk to her in person any day of the week, and about something like this, most especially.
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Natasha doesn't realize someone is at the door until the knock registers and she's pulled out of her head. When she sees it's Steve, she knows why he's come by and without saying anything, she widens the door to let him in.
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She had let him in; that's a good start, at least.
"So. That was something," he says - and trusts her to tell that the lack of judgement in his voice is genuine. Because it very much is. If Natasha was responding to a situation like that, then he suspects it was very much warranted.
At least, to a point.
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[No need to specify who "he" is. In this context, there's really only one possibility.]
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It would be worth the death hangover, knowing one of us killed him again.
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If I can find two unassigned wardens I would accept in his place, he said he'll try.
[Which had pissed her off. Which still pisses her off, because it feels like asking her to choose her own jailers.
But she can see, after the better part of a day to cool off, that it was an attempt to be responsible, however misguided.]
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The other one might be harder. But if you can hold out for a little while, I'll do some hunting and see if I can't find someone you'll like better.
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[She's actively opposed to the idea of being wardened. That relationship is going to be contentious at best.
And even she knows that she has too much in common with Natasha - and that while their formative trauma is similar, the differences are still significant. Letting her sister try to push her toward a redemption she doesn't want or believe in is a recipe for pain.]
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Miss Romanoff, unhappy to report your inmate's just killed mine. We're on level 4 at the moment. I don't think there's any continued threat. Silver's only target was Jacob Seed and he's accomplished what he set out to do. He is still armed, however, unwilling to relinquish his weapons to me and I can't remove them by force.
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I'll be there as soon as I can.
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[ close, she's Romanoff, A for effort you Russkie. ]
I regret to inform you temporary inmate, John Silver, is dead and in need of revival. Circumstances around his death have been taken care of.
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I realize that you will want more details. But considering nature of death was...undignified in grand scheme of things, [ he got killed by children's toys ] forgive me for being circumspect.
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Where is his body?
[ the muffled sound of movement should he indication she's already out the door. ]
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He was murdered by Ken and Allan. Officer Eiffel and I are already aware of the situation and have implemented discipline on our inmates.
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When he's managed to find some calm, eat something, he goes to find her, and regardless of what she's doing, he'll politely ask, "Excuse me, Natasha, right? Can I speak with you a moment in private, well. As private as we can get on an island."
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"About what?" she asks, looking up from where she sits in the sand. It's a fair question, as far as she's concerned.
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"I had something come to my attention that involved you, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about it." And he's not going to single someone out and yell at them in public either, especially since he can see that she is helping, just...ignoring the person she's been assigned to help. He wonders if she'd even taken the time to glance over, ask anyone about Cain. "I don't think it will take long."
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Unlike Laura, he does not have the luxury of knowing she's alive.]
Check in. Are you alive?
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What about you?
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So. That sure was a shitshow.
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