11th widows web -Accidentally Dictated..is it wrong to say...dead-icated?

[well_assembled]

[There was a shriek.]

[a pause and the sound of rapid breathing and fists beating on the glass like cover of the cryotube, the sound of release of the stasis compression, and lastly a body falling hard to the floor.]

[Soft sounds that eventually resolved themselves into words...no...a word. The word grew into a terrified whisper as the sound of feet scrambling on a floor rose. Unfamiliar with the layout of the basement of the old Peace Patrol headquarters, turning, seeking, lost.]

[The word was the only clarity in the sounds, all else seemed like half crazed desperation to move, to get out, like a trapped rat.]

[The word was the last thing spoken, that single thing, a word, a name.]

Church!

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dictated

[beastisbeauty]

[The word makes no sense at all to Bruce. He can't recognize the voice, either, but it sounds familiar, like one he's heard before. The noises proceeding "church" are not comforting though.]

Hello? Are you all right?

dictated

[well_assembled]

Fine...gotta find Church.

[Natasha isn't her usual calculated self.]

Re: dictated

[beastisbeauty]

I'm sorry. I don't know anyone named Church, but I might be able to help you find him. Where are you?

dictated

[well_assembled]

[Sounds indicate she is clearly on the move, breathing and foot falls give a clue to the pace.]

Later, I can't. I need to do this myself.

Re: dictated

[beastisbeauty]

[Now that he's heard more than a few words, Banner recognizes that voice or thinks he does.]

Agent Romanoff?

dictated

[well_assembled]

Where is he?

[She'd reached Stark Tower but he wasn't in his room, a short check revealed he wasn't in her room either.]

No time, whoever this is I'll get back to you.

[Nothing personal, she just can't focus on conversation right now. Also if she did and could process who that voice belonged to she'd be on the floor cowering in fear. So this was actually better right now.]

Re: dictated

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce hesitates, not sure what to do. He's convinced, now, that he's talking, or was talking, to Natasha Romanoff. He feels a bit obligated, as a fellow Avenger, if that's what they were, to help her. On the other hand, she sounded fine, now, just distracted and impatient. He sighs.]

Okay, but get back with me, when you can, all right? Let me know, if you need help.

[He doesn't know, if she recognizes his voice or not, but he has to offer help, at least.]

[originalcopy]

[Unfortunately, Church's journal sits under a pile of books written by one Lemony Snicket. He's still in "ignore everything" mode.]

[well_assembled]

[This does not stop her from running to the surface, taking a moment to get her bearings and run for the Stark Tower. She had to find him, had to know he was ok.

She couldn't have known he wasn't there anymore of course.]

[originalcopy]

[Nope, and his room obviously hasn't been touched in a couple of weeks. Or at least not since before the EH incident started. JARVIS would confirm that no one had entered the building since then.

He couldn't go back there.]

[well_assembled]

No! [Her fist slammed into a wall, a frustrated keening wail rose in her throat. She had to thunk, where would he be?

He hated the outpost.

He disliked the city and it's citizens.

The castle was...well perhaps safe now. Maybe it was viable again!

Natasha shoved off the wall and took the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator. Where was his room? She'd found it when she was drunk...why not now?

Natasha ran through the courtyard and scattered a flock of birds. She launched up the front steps and barged into the main lobby. The drinking game...where had that been?

Right! Over here...and she'd gone up these stairs her... and down this hall..no this one! Twists and turns and levels taken at as much a run as she could before she eventually reached door with his name on it. Even the name looked written in a disgruntled hand.

She tried to speak but found herself breathless and panting. Her arm rose and rested against the door frame, the other pounded dully on the door.]

[originalcopy]

[Church looked up at the dull thud on his door. He'd recovered enough that he'd finally shed his blood stained armor for regular clothes but not enough to venture out of his room. Or really anything more than change.

He'd needed the solitude to process everything that had happened. Guess his time for that was up.

Slowly he pulls himself up and unlocks his door.]

[well_assembled]

[She heard the lock turn, but not effort was made to open the door. She swallowed and breathed deeply was that invitation? The indecision was short and she turned the knob to step into the room.

He would be there, he would be ok, everything would be ok now. Just.. just let him be there and not be gone.]

Filtered

[the_effect_she_has]

...Crazy lady?

[Because as far as she knew, crazy lady had died on the ship. Hm. Well. Dead didn't really take well here.]

Filtered

[well_assembled]

Used to be, feeling better now.

[Death kind of cured that.]

Re: Filtered

[the_effect_she_has]

So you're not going to kill us. Good. Seemed sort of temporary for everyone, anyways.

Filtered

[well_assembled]

Yeah, that wasn't exactly me back there.

Re: Filtered

[the_effect_she_has]

It wasn't exactly a lot of people. [which is your get out of free card there, Natasha.]

Filtered

[well_assembled]

Thanks, sorry if I frightened you. I don't even know who you are or if I hurt you or someone. I hope I didn't.

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

Natasha!!

[She's back! She's back and not crazy (Dairine hopes), though she does sound rather frantic. Understandable, given what she's gone through. Dairine's still relieved—would relieved be the right word?—to hear her voice.]

It's going to be OK. We're back.

Dictated

[well_assembled]

Dairine!

[She paused in her search for Church long enough to give silent thanks for that voice.]

We're ok, we're back. [she agreed softly.]

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

That's right. We're safe now.

[For the time being anyway, but that's just how it goes, doesn't it? Danger, then a break, then danger, and learning to live in between.]

Where were you?

Dictated

[well_assembled]

I was sort of, [Pulling punches wouldn't work with her, she needed to be honest.] I was dead.

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[There is a considerable pause before Dairine says anything.]

What? [No, seriously, WHAT?! How could she miss that? Why was she not told about this? BARTON...]

Dictated

[well_assembled]

I guess... a friend had my body put in a stasis tube for safe keeping, I don't think it was made common knowledge. [She doesn't know of course because...yeah..dead at the time.]