Relief floods through Natasha and allows her shoulders to slump forward as she exhales shakily. Thank god. Of course, it'd be stupid to take his word for it, and Natasha has never been especially trusting. But, for now, she shoots him a quick, if pale, smile.
"Well, research and development have to earn their keep somehow." Unlike the Red Room, SHIELD cares about its agents. If one is lost they do try their damnedest to retrieve them. Natasha? Isn't just any agent. She's an Avenger. If they can get her back, they will. If anyone can figure this out it's Tony or Banner. And if they can't, there's a whole horde of researchers, scientists, engineers and even physicists at SHIELD's disposal. Someone is bound to have a very clever idea. If they don't, there's Thor and all of Asgard. Surely someone must know how to make the tesseract open a portal for her. Or, hell, Thor's people can travel in space. They might be able to get something sorted. Hope crowds her throat and the back of her tongue and for a moment her eyes shine with it. But she swallows it down quickly; hope is too dangerous an emotion.
"Did they send me a message?" Procedure states that they should, just to back up the claim that they've been contacted.
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Date: 2012-10-01 06:06 am (UTC)"Well, research and development have to earn their keep somehow." Unlike the Red Room, SHIELD cares about its agents. If one is lost they do try their damnedest to retrieve them. Natasha? Isn't just any agent. She's an Avenger. If they can get her back, they will. If anyone can figure this out it's Tony or Banner. And if they can't, there's a whole horde of researchers, scientists, engineers and even physicists at SHIELD's disposal. Someone is bound to have a very clever idea. If they don't, there's Thor and all of Asgard. Surely someone must know how to make the tesseract open a portal for her. Or, hell, Thor's people can travel in space. They might be able to get something sorted. Hope crowds her throat and the back of her tongue and for a moment her eyes shine with it. But she swallows it down quickly; hope is too dangerous an emotion.
"Did they send me a message?" Procedure states that they should, just to back up the claim that they've been contacted.