No Access? No problem. || Natasha&Ororo
The wind was picking up again; an indicator, perhaps, of Storm’s rising agitation. Wary of being tossed around again, Natasha had to make a conscious effort at straightening herself out. Base, physical instinct screamed not to make herself a bigger target, but it was clear that the situation had to be diffused before it spiralled further out of control.
"I’m no innocent, but that doesn’t make me a hostile." Natasha made a stab at levity, though her tone and expression remained flat. There had been miscommunication somewhere down the line, Storm’s actions -the unintentional manifestation of her powers- spoke more of fear than enmity.
"Sneaking around is the first step in getting yourself noticed; you didn’t want to be followed, so I followed you. No ulterior motive." In a fluid movement Natasha disengaged the lockpicks from her knuckles, slipping them into the sleeves of her shirt. She bared her empty palms to Storm, hopefully taken as a sign of non-aggression.
Natasha's words and actions were slightly comforting at best, after all, Ororo didn't want to have an altercation, especially with someone who could possibly kill her. But at the same time she knew better than to take a strangers words simply at face value. In any case, she was for the moment forced to play along. "I see." She said pausing, as the wind began to die down a little. "I guess you caught me off guard and I may have over reacted." She said as she tried to relax herself, loosening her grip on the wind. Ororo could see that Natasha was simply curious as to what she was doing, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat.
"So let me get this straight, you're not trying to kill me?" She said inquisitively, tilting her head ever so slightly, while still holding her defensive stance almost against her will.
