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Romanoff

Tinker. Tailor. Soldier. Spy.

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[overnightoaks]

Hey there, neighbor! It's Henry Oak here with your Secret Snowflake assignment.

Your giftee is Raven. Go ahead and give them something that will make them feel special this winter holiday season!

mailbox

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Someone is just dropping by with gifts instead of breaking and entering into people's homes.

On the morning of the 25th, Natasha will receive a package from Steve containing a pair of pointe shoes and a box of cookies that are just a tad too dry.

There's an accompanying note:

"Tried to get these as close to the ones I know you like, but the guy said he'd do an exchange if they don't fit.

Merry Christmas Nat.

-Steve" ]

secret snowflake delivery

[goldenscarred]

[At some point, there's a rapid knocking on her front door, but when she goes to check, there won't be anyone there. Just a box, not wrapped in any sort of paper, and inside is a note in somewhat amateurish calligraphy.]

Natasha Romanoff,

So you're a spy. Or you were. I guess it makes sense, no point in hiding that here, right? Unless you had a reason to spy on someone here. Or something.

Anyway. This "Secret Snowflake" tradition. Not easy to get something for someone you don't know a lot about. But we do have something in common, I think. Spies serve a purpose, and they'll do anything to survive.

Your potential ally,
The Golden Guard

[Included in the box is: a fire starter, a wire saw, a survival knife multi-tool, a first aid kit... and 3 chocolate chip cookies in a plastic bag. He's written on the bag "emergency rations."]

Christmas

[archerandfamilyman]

[Inside Nat's room there is a dress size box on the bed alongside a bakery box. The bakery box is full of snicker doodle cookies, while the dress size box has a lovely woolen dress in green inside and a new knife with a hand carved wooden handle. There is a note on Nat's pillow.]

Love you sis...glad you're here. Tag you're it.

-Clint

12/26 - delivery

[overnightoaks]

[ Dropped off for Natasha, the day after Christmas, is a small tin of Christmas cookies— specifically vegan Russian tea cakes. Tucked along with it is a note: ]

Thanks for the vegan butter! I thought it was only fair that I use some of it to make some treats for you. Hopefully you got the chance to relax and enjoy the holiday this year.

Happy holidays, from your pal Henry.

backdated to October

[pursuitofcappiness]

We're still friends, right?

[expionage]

Oh, is this your awkward 'day after' text?

I guess at least it's not in person.

Yeah, Steve, we're still friends. Why wouldn't we be?

[pursuitofcappiness]

I guess it is.

And I don't know, I mean, you weren't really impressed last time I kissed you.

Let's just forget it happened.

[expionage]

You're doing better than most. so that's something.

And the last time you kissed me, we were on the run for our lives and you were surprised and confused. Last night you definitely seemed more into it than before.

text; un: chosehappiness

[keeperofkeys]

Hello there, it's Fran!
It seems like you've been having a hard time of it, lately.
I was wondering if you'd like to come have cocoa with me at the Catfe?

un: Widow

[expionage]

Right. Hello, Fran.

I don't usually complain about my life. This was a new thing, but I appreciate the sentiment.

[Ten minutes later she sends another text.]

Sure. Meet me there in an hour.

[keeperofkeys]

I think you have a very good reason to complain.
But I'm glad you said yes.
I'll see you there in an hour :)

[expionage]

I suppose I do.

I'll be the redhead in the green dress.

[True to her word, she'll be at the Catfe in her green dress, drinking tea as she watches the cats that run the place.]

[ironypoisoned]

Well, well, I hear you're picking up strays now.
Speaking of, got your number off your your little pink-haired roommate.

What are the chances I can swing by and borrow a nail file?

[expionage]

Well, I picked up Yelena and Clint when they arrived. Why shouldn't I continue the tradition with someone unproblematic?

What do you need a nail file for, Tony? This isn't some sort of old school jail break movie.

[ironypoisoned]

Bocchi's a good kid. Probably needs someone to drag her out of her shell a little.

And believe it or not, I need it to file my nails. Claws. Whatever.

[expionage]

She is. That's why I brought her back with me. She'd get herself killed if let to herself.

You have claws to go with those little horns and fangs you got. Did you get a tail too? I might need to find that metal file if you've got claws.

text; un: guitarhero

[bocchitime]

hi natasha. i'm really sorry about this but i'm not in the apartment right now.

i don't know how to say this but i think i might have been kidnapped? by a dragon? it all happened really suddenly.

i don't know if there's anything anyone can do but i wanted to let you know what happened. sorry again.

text | un: widow

[expionage]

Are you okay?

Don't apologize.

Take a picture and send it to me so I can figure out where you are. I'll come get you.

[bocchitime]

i'm okay. it hasn't really done anything since it brought me here.

[Which is sort of the ideal situation, in Hitori's mind.

She follows up with a picture. Clearly wherever she's being held is dark, but Natasha should be able to make out a massive scale-covered creature not far from Hitori, and a couple of stalagmites beginning to form on the ground. She's clearly in some kind of cave.]

i'm really okay though. don't get hurt coming to save me.

[She wants to be saved, don't get her wrong, she just doesn't want Natasha to get hurt or killed in the process.]

[fiveseconds]

We should talk, yes?

[expionage]

We should.

Are you going to make me come and find you or are you going to be at home when I get there?

[fiveseconds]

I'll be here. I promise, Natasha.

un: iamironman | text

[ironypoisoned]

[ Tony wordlessly sends an invitation to a Valentine’s party that he scribbled on. ]

OOC: [ Helpful Link to the Log ]

un: Widow | text

[expionage]

And if I don't come, you'll send someone after me?

Or maybe you'll throw another party where you make an ass of yourself. That's always fun.