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@missmargomuse616 liked for a starter
The last few hours had been a blur, so many new people, so many familiar faces. Aleksandra's thumb hovered over the phone icon on Margo's contact profile, debating if she wanted to disturb her.
She had to talk to someone though.
Tapping the icon, she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring until the other end was picked up.
"I need a friend right now, so everything I say is off the record." A formality to be sure, so Aleksandra rushed through it.
"I have news "
Margo was just heading towards her car, leaving from the pharmacy when she heard her cellphone ring. Once inside her car she looked to sew who was calling.
Aleksandra banes? Well that was the last person she wouldn expect to ring her up. Although they have been meeting each other often, first it was for interviews than slowly started to be friendly with each other.
After margo answered, the other woman got right to the point. "Oh really? What kind of news? Is it good or bad? And don't worry this will be completely off the record."
She wanted alek to trust her, to be the person that she could confide in. Yet whatever this news that she plans to tell her could be change things.
"Do you remember how every conspiracy theorist was saying Steve Rogers was on the moon? Which is bullshit but I digress." Margo hadn't believed it of course but Alek still felt the need to point out when people were stupid.
"Anyway, I can't tell you all the details, but Steve's back. At least temporarily."
@heroesfromtheashes liked for a starter
Seeing variants of people she'd known always felt strange, but variants of Steve were always the hardest.
She'd loved her Steve, and a part of her loved his variants, even though they weren't him. Seeing Steve with the serum also choked her up a bit, this was how it was supposed to be before she took the serum.
Peggy straightened her spine the moment she saw the Sacred Timeline version of Steve.
Softly, she cleared her throat.
"... Hello, Steve."
Steve blinked as he stared at her, taking her in and noticing the brazen emblem on her chest before he realized that apparently in her timeline she'd taken the serum. He smiled softly.
"Hey Pegs, good to see you've been doing well."
The corner of her mouth quirked up into a small smile at his familiarity of his words.
At one point she had been his Peggy Carter until she received the serum, so she supposed it wasn't too far fetched for him to greet her like an old friend.
"More or less, you've done very well for yourself it would seem."
@redheadarcher gets a starter
Nothing ever happened here, the street their little house sat on was quiet, and frankly, after the life she had led, Liberty had come to enjoy the quiet.
So when there was a knock at the front door, Liberty didn't expect anything out of the ordinary, in fact she was fairly confidant that it was nosey Mrs. Johnson across the street again, until she opened the door.
"Afternoon, Mrs. J-" The shock of a familiar red head who Liberty knew for a fact should not be standing on her front porch. This shouldn't be happening, but Liberty couldn't bring herself to care.
"... Barton?" She grabbed the redhead into a bear hug.
"What are you doing here?"
" well, you were just a kid, so..." ( for kate bishop ) @missmargomuse616
Kate thought Margo sounded like the therapist her mom had taken her to after her dad's death. But thought better of saying that, she didn't want to offend.
"I know. Realistically I know that, but it was a formative moment for me... it's what got me into archery."
Margo thought Kate's story was rather interesting, a kid who was in the middle of the new york city chaos slurring her home, loosing her father in the process of it. Her wanting to become like Hawkeye aka Clint Barton.
"That really impressive miss bishop, You mother must be proud of you huh? So from that moment years ago you always wanted to become an avenger? Or did you just want to become Hawkeye like mr Barton?"
Kate blanched at mention of her mother, but dodged responding to the comment she hadn't spoken to her mom since her sentencing. Her mom didn't want to see her.
"I wanted to be the world's greatest archer first, becoming an Avenger was definitely a bonus."
@redxinmyledger continued from here: (x)
Irina nodded sagely, it was true, the name Natasha Romanov was well known now. A fact Irina was proud of, her daughter was a hero.
Still, she knew her own daughter.
Irina flinched when Natasha asked about her father, the hated man who had taken the money for his own child.
Irina hoped he was dead.
"Ivan. His name was Ivan, though I don't like to talk about him." She would if she had to, but it was hard to remain civil whenever she even thought of the bastard.
"I named you Natalia, before you were taken from me."
Nodding Irina smiled, a quiet park would be perfect for this conversation.
"Lead the way, dorogaya." She couldn't help but add the term of endearment, this was her Natalia after all.
"I trust your judgement."
Natasha let go of Irinaโs hands-a bit reluctantly- and wiped her palms on her jeans. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she was a little nervous to find out the truth of her childhood. Her full story was unknown, even to herself, and here was her chance to learn more.
She led the way in silence, occasionally glancing over at Irina with an expression that was impossible to read. She was curious and happy, hurt and confused all the same time. Hopefully, the answers to her questions would clear up some of what she was feeling.
They reached the park and Natasha found a bench off the beaten path. She did a quick sweep of the area, then took a seat and motioned for Irina to sit too.
The park was quaint and quiet as Natalia had said it would be, Irina noted the way her daughter scoped out the area, that instinctual action that Irina knew those monsters had instill in her.
When finally the sat down on the bench, Irina clasped her hands in her lap, forcing herself to keep a respectful amount of space between her and her daughter.
Even thought they were tied together by DNA, they were still strangers.
"Where would you like to begin?"
Natasha watched Irina as she took a seat, noting the similarities between them. The hair coloring was not the first thing her brain had picked up on. Their mannerisms were a little different, but the proud way they both carried themselves was almost identical.
The only difference was their pasts. Nat swallowed hard and lifted her eyes to Irinaโs. โI know why Ivan gave me away. I just don't understand why you didnโt look for me right off.โ She knew how evil the Red Room could be, but surely there was a way someone could get their child back before it was too late.
It was a fair question, though how her daughter understood Ivan's motivations when Irina herself never could, yes she knew why he said he did it, but she never would understand how a parent could sell their child.
"You were taken while I was resting, it had been a long labor and I was tired, when I woke up and they told me you were gone I refused to believe it... and they sedated me, said I was hysterical. By the time I came too you were in the wind."
Natasha curled her hands into fists. It made her sick to think of her mother waking up and finding her daughter gone. Worse still was the sedation part.
โTheyโre monsters.โ, She stated, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at Irina, then let her gaze wander the park. โWhen I was graduated, I wanted to find you.โ Her voice was soft. โI had so many questions for you. But they sent me into the world, monitored my every move. Sometimes I still feel like theyโre watching.โ
Irina snorted wryly at the comment about The Red Room being monsters, it was almost to nice a word for them, though the older redhead couldn't think of a better one right now.
"They must have found you valuable... I did get a glimpse of you once, you must have been nine or ten years old then, you were playing in a yard of a suburban house. If I hadn't known about the Red Room, I would have thought it was real."
Natasha wrapped her arms around herself: something she had done since she was a child and needed comforting, but had no one to give her a hug. She knew Dreykov had found her valuable, but he was a sick, twisted man and had only been using her to accomplish the Red Rooms missions.
She looked up in surprise when Irina mentioned seeing her at such a young age. โI wish there was a way you couldโve spoken to me. Or even taken me away from them. I wanted so badly to have a normal childhood. But Iโm old enough to see the truth now. My hellish past made me the person I am today: someone who helps others and uses her abilities for good.โ She brushed away a stray tear.
"I wanted to, I wanted to so badly." She started to reach out to comfort her daughter but stopped herself, forcing her hands into her lap. She wouldn't force contact with Natalia in anyway.
"But a life on the run... that's no life for a child, and we would have been running for the rest of our days."
@winterstruth continued from here: (x)
"My name is Aleksandra," she'd been told that this girl was her sister, not in the same way they had tried to tell her the other widows of her generation were her sisters.
This one was biological.
"What's your name?"
Clara studies the older girl as she introduces herself as Aleksandra. She looks her over carefully, trying to decide whether she is a threat or someone who can be trusted. She isn't entirely sure.
A few seconds pass before Clara realises that Aleksandra has asked for her name.
"Ummm... I'm Clara." She replies quietly.
"Clara." Aleksandra repeated the name committing it to memory. She was still stunned at just how much the girl looked like Romanov, more than Aleksandra herself did.
"It's nice to meet you Clara," she knelt so she was closer to the girl's height.
"How are you today?"
"It won't be those flapjacks from that diner near our old place, though I was never sure if you kept going for the food or the waitresses." Steve joked, trying to bring levity to a bad situation, in a way he hoped was safe.
"But we'll see what we can do."
The huff that left his lips was almost a laugh, nearer than it would have been for anyone else. When was the last time he'd thought about that place? "It was both, actually."
With a nod he fell into step with Steve as he always had, and it may be the closest thing to coming home he'll ever be able to experience. That's all right, because home always meant Steve in some form anyway.
Steve laughed, and handed Bucky a stick to stoke the fire with.
"Keep the fire going, I'll get the food around." He said with a small smile, having Bucky back felt good and he didn't want to waste anymore time with his best friend.
"I'll be right back."
@tempestgxdsx liked for a starter
"So... It's been a while." The last time Liberty had seen Sharon she'd been sixteen, during the whole mess with the Avengers and her mother's funeral.
She'd known Sharon had helped them at great personal cost, but there had been no contact since then, Liberty hadn't even known if her cousin was alive.
"... How have you been?"
This was the most awkward family reunion ever.
@missmargomuse616 liked for a starter
"If I told you what was going on, you wouldn't believe me." Besides being Spiderman, the fact that the multiverse was real and he had met alternate versions of himself and fought villains, it sounded insane.
"And frankly, I don't blame you."
@missmargomuse616 liked for a starter
The last few hours had been a blur, so many new people, so many familiar faces. Aleksandra's thumb hovered over the phone icon on Margo's contact profile, debating if she wanted to disturb her.
She had to talk to someone though.
Tapping the icon, she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring until the other end was picked up.
"I need a friend right now, so everything I say is off the record." A formality to be sure, so Aleksandra rushed through it.
"I have news "
Aleksandra didn't know exactly what Natasha meant by that comment, raised in the Red Room since birth, what better education was there for her?
"You know better than to hope for something like that." Maybe it was cruel, but it was true.
"You'll just be disappointed."
Her smile is something between bitter and pleased that Alek seemed to have inherited her own bluntness over unpleasant topics.
She's willing to forego a DNA test. Mostly so that no further agencies have a hold of hers, but she's content enough with this proof.
"No? So you can't take me in a fight. That is disappointing."
"I never said-" she was teasing her Aleksandra realized, despite just finding out she possibly had a daughter it was a very mom thing to do. Perhaps they would get along better than she expected them to.
"Name a time and place, Romanov, I'll show you what I got." Alek shot back with a small smile.
@heroesfromtheashes liked for a starter
His throat felt tight the moment he saw her, but Peter swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to rein in the emotions he was feeling, now was not the time.
"Hi, Gwen" his voice came out soft and quiet, as if he was scared if he spoke too loudly she'd vanish.
@heroesfromtheashes liked for a starter
Seeing variants of people she'd known always felt strange, but variants of Steve were always the hardest.
She'd loved her Steve, and a part of her loved his variants, even though they weren't him. Seeing Steve with the serum also choked her up a bit, this was how it was supposed to be before she took the serum.
Peggy straightened her spine the moment she saw the Sacred Timeline version of Steve.
Softly, she cleared her throat.
"... Hello, Steve."
So... since EVERYBODY is getting called in for Doomsday, I want multiversal pairings (platonic, familial, romantic, all the dynamics!) meeting.
Like for a starter with
Liberty Rogers
Aleksandra Barnes
Morfydd Lokisdottir
Mallory Mobius
Morgan H. Stark
Captain Carter
Peter Parker (TASM)
If you don't specify I'm just going to pick for you who you get the starter from.
New Doomsday trailer is out
... That is all.
Alek shrugged, there really wasn't anything she could say to prove her innocence.
"I have no proof of it myself, but whispers of a black widow getting knocked up by the Winter Soldier before her graduation ceremony. We both know they would only let the very best work so closely with the Winter Soldier, so why couldn't it be you?" She was child who was never supposed to be, that was obvious by how HYDRA and The Red Room had a vested interest in her, how she was more valuable to them intact.
Not just anyone got to bend the rules after all.
"I guess, you'll just have to trust me while we solve this mystery."
Her memories might be gone, but she'd done enough digging into her own past, read all the files never meant to be seen. That didn't give her a perfect history โ there's more than a few empty holes in her history that will never be filled โ but it gave her enough to know that if the Winter Soldier had had a child with anyone in that program, it had to have been her.
Of course, it could all just be speculation and rumor. Perhaps even created by HYDRA itself.
"So, that would make you my daughter then. I hope you had a better education than I did."
Aleksandra didn't know exactly what Natasha meant by that comment, raised in the Red Room since birth, what better education was there for her?
"You know better than to hope for something like that." Maybe it was cruel, but it was true.
"You'll just be disappointed."
