@sovietdefected Liked the thing for a 616 thing
Usually, his morning walks were somewhat pleasant. Do his rounds, take care of business, head home for some light reading, but now and then there was a particularly tricky detour. This time, it came in the form of some eldritch worm, far too many teeth and eyes, clinging to the back of the random stranger to make a delicious meal of her soul. Just another day in New York.
The woman gave a confused yelp as he suddenly lunged, grappling the thing to pry it off of her with just a simple, “Excuse me! Sorry!” Befuddled, she hurried away. To those without the glimpse into the supernatural, it simply looked like the man had gone ballistic, fighting nothing in the air as he gave a frustrated, strangled yelp as he fell to the sidewalk, but to him, he was definitely in the process of being eaten.
The important thing was, the girl got away. But now he had to deal with this thing with as little fuss as possible.
ah - new york. the hustle and bustle that was so bizarrely .. comforting. natalia kept a busy life, it kept her mind occupied, her hands busy - anything to prevent her from being trapped by her own thoughts. she kept a low profile most days. the appearance of a former avenger definitely attracted attention, so on a typical stroll, the redhead kept her sunglasses and hat on to avoid the gaze of those passing by. though now her own eyes are staring, watching as some sort of spectacle was occurring on the street.
at first glance, she suspects the usual - a crazed or drunk man. nothing new to the streets of new york. though, the longer her emerald gaze locks on, the more she recognizes the figure to be stephen strange. nat stops in her steps, standing above the other with a curious gaze.
‘ am i missing something here, doc? ’ she questions, head tilted, a red brow raised in curiosity. natasha is far from an alarmist, though she fears there is something that she cannot quite see that he can. this wouldn’t be out of the ordinary in the circumstance. stephen strange, after all, was involved with the mystical arts - and nat was involved with, well - not the mystical arts. ‘ or are you trying to form some sort of flash mob? ’