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[Natasha has been laying particularly low these past couple weeks, gathering intel and just generally doing her own thing. she's been back in the city proper a couple days now, but she's only just settling back into her routine and keeping up with the goings on]

You've all kept busy, I see.

[Encrypted to Clint Barton, 100%]
Anything interesting to report?

[/encryption]

[Encrypted to Pepper Potts, viewable to Tony, 100%]
Heard some whispers. Might have some information for you. When are you available?

[/encryption]

[ooc; So after a longer-than-expected hiatus, I'm back with Natasha. Hi everybody]

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There are always dinosaurs.

[she's only half joking]

The lack of anything to do is mind-numbing, even with possible forays into enemy territory.

His face reminds me of a beautiful hawk. His nose is very sharp.

There's dinosaurs around here?

Not as such, but they're cuter than deathclaws and a bit less dangerous.

And the bird thing?

It's been too quiet. I'm starting to get itchy.

Face of a majestic hawk, but the temperament of a prickly hen.

A few. I try not to go looking for them, myself.

Does he now? I'm sure he's thrilled.

You seem rather equipped for here, then.

Could always go out on our own, find something to do.

I keep hearing that, yeah.

Yeah. Sounding less and less like a compliment.

You have only yourself to blame. You questioned a Vanir's unquestionable graces.

Just as long as we don't come back with Andrewsarchus cubs.

Everything's questionable, lady.

I am no lady. I am a Vanir!

There are worse compliments.

I don't know. Training one could be interesting.

Never saw you as the pet-loving type, Nat.

You can't be both?

Ladies do not spear their enemies upon a battlefield.

Who said anything about a pet.

I know a few who'd probably take offense to that idea.

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