Nyet, that's someone else's forte. My abilities are more subtle; there's a serum in me similar to Captain America's, if you've had a run-in with Rogers yet.
[ As Butcher has yet to react drastically, Natalia takes it slowly, her body discreetly poised to deflect an attack should things dive in that direction. Hughie made his distaste rather clear, after all. ]
[And has been a cunt ever since actually. Can't say he's impressed with many of the supes he's met down here. Still he's not attacking yet, but serum leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]
[ She can't help it; Natalia releases something akin to a bark of a laugh at the image playing out in her mind. ]
Whatever did you to deserve that? Rogers isn't one to attack civilians. ((pauses)) At least, not the one I know. The Steve here, he's different.
[ Talia shifts to rest the small of her back against the counter. ]
Something too complicated to repeat in Russian, but in English, it has the not-so-clever name of the Super Soldier Serum. It's one reason why I may look as though I'm in my thirties, but in actuality I'm ninety-two, because I was born in 1928.
[ She doesn't know just how similar her story in particular is to that of Starlight, of Homelander. Of the babies who received V. ]
He didn't like that I said cunt. [He finds it hard to believe that Steve isn't as big of a cunt everywhere, but-- he's willing to accept different world and all that.]
Jesus fucking Christ. [How many worlds does this shite happen in?] We've got a little something like that back home. It's not as surprising as you might think.
So, I'm learning. There are additional alternate universes where I'm from that have a darkness staining everything. [ She waves her free hand dismissively, it's neither here nor there. ] Hughie didn't say a whole lot, just enough for me to want to be upfront with you about what I am. And that there are no hard feelings if you've changed your mind about drinking alone. Or, at least, without me for company. Because I don't think being alone right now is the wisest of decisions.
[ Natalia may not be knowledged in the extent, the bond, of their relationship, but she's picked up enough tells to confirm Butcher's been affected by the young man's disappearance. ]
they're put on pedestals like fucking gods. People sit around worshipping them and ignoring all the shady shit that comes along with them. The lives they ruin along the way... Somebody has to do something.
[He refills both their glasses.]
There's no sense in getting into it.
[He's not talking about Becca and how her story ended bloody and unnecessarily soon.]
[ Natalia reaches for Butcher's free hand and lures him towards the living area. ] You know, we tried registering super powered individuals once, making them less freelance and to have them act under official regulation. It resulted in a civil war amongst ourselves, the teams obviously for and against, national security versus civil liberties. If you make it back, maybe you could try for something along those lines?
[He lets her guide him for now, giving a thoughtful hum of noise at her suggestion.] Don't know that I'm ever leaving here without a bloody miracle, but... we've made some progress back home.
[Not as much as he'd like, but... at least Homelander is effectively neutered a fair bit against doing too much.]
Should have known it'd be fucking Homelander I'd get stuck with indefinitely, and so many people would be his number one fan down here too.
[What was it about the cunt that drew people in anyway?]
[ Natalia releases him and gracefully lowers herself onto the sofa, drinking more before speaking. ]
There's quite clearly a story there, only I'm not sure which pieces you feel like sharing with me. Like, how is Discount Captain America not a good guy? Or is this just personal bias speaking ill of the supe?
That happens, sometimes. The power gets to you or the pressure of the role. We're better in some ways, but still human in others; prone to certain vices. Emotions. [ Variables of the past and present, and in some cases (like with Cable or Strange) the future too. ]
A bloody stupid and inaccurate one, since he was invisible. Not translucent at all. Mind, not everyone in my universe has the move cleverest of names, but at least they're on point?
[ Beast comes to mind. ]
Why don't you tell me your version and we'll compare notes? Two sides and all the shit, da?
[ Because the narration and Hughie's handwaved their interaction after a few tags and details were reduced to bullet points. ]
That's what I bloody told him. [Then again, he didn't expect him to be the cleverest of blokes.]
He compromised the operation we were trying to pull off, came to confront Hughie about it... He'd have killed him or blasted our names all over the news if we hadn't killed him. Letting him go weren't an option, letting him live... oh, that definitely wasn't happening.
[Plus, he was a supe. He keeps that part to himself.]
Did everybody a favor, disgusting as that bastard was.
[ Natalia kicks off her heels then brings her legs up under her and sideways, angling to face Butcher and brushing his thigh with her knees. ] So, more or the less the same story. He said you kidnapped Translucence, that Hughie was the babysitter and also the one to detonate the bomb inside the supe. And he also confirmed the guy was a creep; I take it he used that invisibility for fucked up uses?
Habit. Aligning stories to get a better understanding of you and your motives. [ Natalia's shoulders pop up into a quick shrug. As she gives her drink a swirl, the redhead adds -- ] Sometimes talking helps; Hughie's no longer with us, here, so stories will have to suffice.
[ She holds that gaze, equal parts empathetic and calculating. ] I can relate to killing others with a means to the end. With vengeance in mind. I can also relate to killing because it's the job. But it would seem that your intentions were well meant; removing evil.
[ Natalia cants her head slyly to one side, brow barely arched. ] You still haven't my name. [ A beat and with a one-handed finger quote -- ] My "supe" name.
[ Natalia uncurls herself and sets the drink aside. She draws near enough to lowly rumble in Butcher's ear, scratching lightly at his beard with a set of nails. ] Why don't you tell me which room is yours and I'll show you what they call me? Unless, of course, you'd rather keep drinking...
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[He doesn't sound like it'll be surprising, not with all the supes he's met.]
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[ As Butcher has yet to react drastically, Natalia takes it slowly, her body discreetly poised to deflect an attack should things dive in that direction. Hughie made his distaste rather clear, after all. ]
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[And has been a cunt ever since actually. Can't say he's impressed with many of the supes he's met down here. Still he's not attacking yet, but serum leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]
What's this little serum of yours called?
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Whatever did you to deserve that? Rogers isn't one to attack civilians. ((pauses)) At least, not the one I know. The Steve here, he's different.
[ Talia shifts to rest the small of her back against the counter. ]
Something too complicated to repeat in Russian, but in English, it has the not-so-clever name of the Super Soldier Serum. It's one reason why I may look as though I'm in my thirties, but in actuality I'm ninety-two, because I was born in 1928.
[ She doesn't know just how similar her story in particular is to that of Starlight, of Homelander. Of the babies who received V. ]
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Jesus fucking Christ. [How many worlds does this shite happen in?] We've got a little something like that back home. It's not as surprising as you might think.
[He wishes it was though.]
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[ Natalia may not be knowledged in the extent, the bond, of their relationship, but she's picked up enough tells to confirm Butcher's been affected by the young man's disappearance. ]
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You might as well stay, have a few. Drink a few to Hughie. [She seems to have known him. She seems to like him... so why the hell not?]
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Do you want to explain what has you so hung up against enhanced humans? Or do I need to get more alcohol in you for that one?
[ She speaks slowly, tone laced with doubt that Butcher will actually explain the source of his animosity. ]
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[He refills both their glasses.]
There's no sense in getting into it.
[He's not talking about Becca and how her story ended bloody and unnecessarily soon.]
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[Not as much as he'd like, but... at least Homelander is effectively neutered a fair bit against doing too much.]
Should have known it'd be fucking Homelander I'd get stuck with indefinitely, and so many people would be his number one fan down here too.
[What was it about the cunt that drew people in anyway?]
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There's quite clearly a story there, only I'm not sure which pieces you feel like sharing with me. Like, how is Discount Captain America not a good guy? Or is this just personal bias speaking ill of the supe?
[ Jealousy tained glasses and the like. ]
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Not only that, but he's not a fucking hero. He's a fucking celebrity that plays as one.
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That Translucence or whatever, him too?
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[He tilts his head curiously, watching her.] What did Hughie tell you about the cunt?
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[ Beast comes to mind. ]
Why don't you tell me your version and we'll compare notes? Two sides and all the shit, da?
[ Because the narration and Hughie's handwaved their interaction after a few tags and details were reduced to bullet points. ]
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He compromised the operation we were trying to pull off, came to confront Hughie about it... He'd have killed him or blasted our names all over the news if we hadn't killed him. Letting him go weren't an option, letting him live... oh, that definitely wasn't happening.
[Plus, he was a supe. He keeps that part to himself.]
Did everybody a favor, disgusting as that bastard was.
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[He wrinkles his nose up. About the only decent goddamn thing he heard was he was invested in his kid. The rest? Bloody disgusting.]
Why so curious, by the way?
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[ Natalia cants her head slyly to one side, brow barely arched. ] You still haven't my name. [ A beat and with a one-handed finger quote -- ] My "supe" name.
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Yeah, you're right... What do you call yourself, love?
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