Looking around (Black Widow)

[redhood]

It was just after midnight and Red Hood had been watching the park from a nearby roof top for a little over an hour now. He didn't reallly like being this far from Gothem City, espically in a city that had as many meta-humans to protect it as New York did, but 'Bob' had told him that he was really needed there. It would have been nice if 'Bob' had bothered to tell where in New York he was needed. He sighed, as he moved his binoculars around, looking at different sections of the park.

Man, I really hate this city. People here aren't worth helping, plus I know that jerk Rayner lives here, somewhere. He thought as jumped to another roof top.

[Black Widow]

For some people, the word ‘walk’ could mean many things. For some, it was a pleasant stroll on a Sunday afternoon, for others it was leaping from rooftop to rooftop with an arsenal of rather magnificent weaponry. For Natalia Romanova, The Black Widow, an agent of that preternaturally effectual spy organization known as SHIELD, the term took on the latter. She was in uniform of course, as it seemed she had been without breaking for the last few weeks, dressed in the sleek black one piece that covered toes, fingertips, and a good part of her slim white throat. Her thick auburn hair was tied back in a braid, pinned to the back of her head to stop even the least strand from escaping.

She wore bracers on her wrists, heavy metallic objects, and the one on the right disgorged a slender strand of steel cable, a tiny grappling hook that caught the side of a building and allowed her to swing across, to press boots to the side of the building and run up it, to reach the roof and come face-to-face with another person who seemed to take masked wandering to a new level of peculiarity. In Natalia’s mind her first consideration was that this was a threat, and standard protocol in the face of threat consisted of her dropping to a slight, defensive crouch and holding up her left hand, the bracer could expel enough electricity to leave a bull elephant twitching depending on how it was set of course. Right now it was more the corrective shock of minor internal scarring and possible paralysis, nothing too damaging.

The thing was, and she might not have been so concerned about this unknown figure (For he wasn’t one of the usual New York City haunts) otherwise, they were standing on the roof of her apartment building. It wasn’t as if Natalia kept her identity private, but she didn’t really advertise her home. Admittedly, this could all be some minor and very random happenstance, but that didn’t make her any less paranoid. “Who are you?” Was her first question, delivered in clipped tones, accented in Russian.