Wild Side

[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

Same Day As Running Free...

The night was upon everyone and in full force. As she knew it was going to happen, Natasha and Feral got separated as the crowd of party-goers filled the busy streets of New Orleans. Okay, it also helped that Natasha was jumping from vehicle to vehicle during the early parade in Bourbon Street, dancing and having fun with each new group she encountered. She was going wild, which was a sight to behold because usually Black Widow was always so focus about missions and operations. But it was not as unusual as it might seem. She did have a wild side, exacerbated by the fact that she was – after all – on the sunny side of unstable. Her long life have given her so many instances for her to let her hair down and go unrestrained. The woman has been in so many life and death situations that would have driven any normal being to insanity and she – like anyone else – needed a bit of a release. Sure, she was in New Orleans during Mardi Gras as part of a mission, but if she was to be honest to herself she would admit that the mission was just an excuse. She needed this. She needed to at least once feel like a normal human being for a change.

Her neck was covered with dozens of beets collars, those silly things people strive to get from onlookers and strangers during Mardi Gras. And as everyone else, she earned them the normal and old fashion way... by showing her stuff! Just by shaking her ass during the parade, guys – and even gals, surprisingly to her – threw them at her and she had accumulated a nice number of the damn things. Sure, she has also being hit on by every drunken wanker that she has come across, but that was par for the course in Mardi Gras. As long as they didn't try anything funny, it was all in good fun. In comparison to Rio de Janeiro, Mardi Gras was actually mild. She had stories of her exploits in the Brazilian city during carnival season that would make even Tony Stark blush. Another amusing thing was that everyone she encountered thought that she was drunk, which was so far from the truth it was not even funny.

She made a mental list: by that moment, Natasha has drank eight huge mugs of beer, five straight up shots of whiskey, same number of shots of Bourbon – of course – and even a big swig of good ole southern Moonshine some dudes offered to her. Any none enhanced person would have been on the verge of alcohol poisoning by then, but Natasha didn't even have a buzz going. At the most, she had a negligent tingling at the back of her head, but that was about it. There was no magic involved, it was simple biology. Her metabolism, thanks to the Erksine Formula, was so fast that it burned the alcohol on her blood stream almost instantly, giving it almost no chance to affect her. The only drawback was that, because of it, drinking accelerated her already voracious appetite even more than already was. But she could live with it, for the time being. Eventually she would have to stop and get something to eat, but thanks to the fact that she had a hefty... and by hefty she meant a lot... dinner before leaving the hotel room, she was okay for the moment. “Show us! Woohooo” She heard a group of people shouting and waving more of those beets at her. The whole 'beets' thing was so silly, but she understood and embraced that it was fun. So of course she obliged by lifting her top and flashing them, to the delight of all of them as they howled and cheered. Six more beets to add to her collection. She smiled as she sauntered across the sidewalk full of bars and restaurants, once in a while stopping to dance a bit to the music coming out from the establishments.

Dancing... her only one true love. Natasha had always loved dancing, especially ballet. Back in 1938 in Moscow she was quite the celebrity, the Prima Ballerina of the Bolshoi Ballet Company. One of the few people that was allowed to travel outside the oppressive Soviet Union, which was perfect for her job as an intelligence operative for the then NKVD (later to be renamed KGB). Because she visited many European capitals during her cover as a ballerina, she managed to infiltrate many cultural and political circles so then she could report back to Moscow her findings. But that meant nothing to her... dancing did. She loved to perform in front of the crowds, getting all the attention she got, she was even the darling of Stalin and the Politburo, who funnily enough didn't know she was in the NKVD at that time. But then the war came and all that was over. She was recruited as a soldier and fought all over the Eastern Front in some of the most brutal battles of World War II. The Soviet Union was very progressive, especially during moments of crisis like that war was and they were the only country in the world at that time that actually recruited women to serve as front-line soldiers, fighter pilots, and radio operators. Many young women died alongside their male comrades and the bravery and heroism of those ladies could not be overstated. She herself won the 'Hero of the Soviet Union' medal several times. But the war and the atrocities she witnessed scarred her forever. After that, it was history... a secret history that not many knew about. She was inducted into Department X, Red Room, and the Black Widow program and they made her the Soviet Union version of Johann Schmidt and Steve Rogers.

And she never returned to her one true love ever again...

Uncharacteristically for her, Natasha didn't really planned this mission well. She had no device to communicate with Feral, no weapons on her except her fists, no idea who the HYDRA agent or agents looked like, she did not even know if they were going to be in Mardi Gras at all. Meh. She would play it by ear and see what happened. Again, the mission was just an excuse for her to just party as if it was 1999. Which curious enough, she remembered partying as if it was 1999 in... well... 1999. More drunken idiots hit on her, which was becoming annoying but what did she expect? Especially dressed like that and having no problem showing her stuff to any fool that waved a beet at her? It was a good thing she didn't bring Kitty with her, because Natasha would have had to beat up anyone that even came close to her Kitty cat. She has grown fond of Pryde and Anna, and many of the other X-men as well, like Rubber Chick, Taylor Swift, Puff the Blue, and Joe (Craig). But that said, they were all getting on her nerves! All of them were nagging runts or fangirling over no good fools! Like that damn Anna with the damn Cajun, or Kitty with Tony or Alexis with... ugh... And they were all still feeling weird after the battle against Ultron. What did they expect? That all was going to be peaches and cream? That no one was going to die? Good guys win, hurrah!? She told all the members of the 'Alliance'... all of them... that it was going to get bloody. And Ultron – as bad as it was – was nothing compared to the shitstorm that was coming. It was time to grow up or die.

She loved her mutants but she was glad she was away from them for a while...

She stopped her sauntering and dancing in front of a nice looking place. The Hungry Hefner Bar and Grill. Interesting name, it had all the words Natasha liked: Hungry... Hefner... Bar... Grill. She smiled, adjusted her dress – if it could be called a dress – and her Mardi Gras mask and with a quirky bounce in her step she entered. Some people – who saw her back at the parade – cheered. “Bonnie!” which was the name she was using for her legend. A wild and nuts Scottish lady from the mean streets of Edinburgh, which were as mean as a pocket chihuahua with falling teeth, but whatever. “Hey lads.” She replied and went to the bar. “Two dozen baby back ribs, sunshine. And a jar of your best lager. That's a good lad.” She said to the guy with that thick Scottish accent. The guy looked at her as if she was nuts, but whatever. “You got it babe.” While he went to get her order, she drank and observed everyone. She might be having fun, but she also was on a mission, so she was trying to spot anyone that might look a little HYDRA.

NAT'S OUTFIT

NOTE: As said in the sub-title, this thread is open to everyone or anyone in the Mardi Gras (REMY LEBEAU , @x23 , ANNA D'ANCANTO , @cyclops , @fionarintoul , @alexthegreat , @craigpierre , @alexis , @shutter , @agentx , JIN DANIELS , etc.) It can be multiple characters or just one, no problem. But do PM me if you are going to get your character in just so I know.

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Scott was riding around on his bike until the crowd became to think to maneuver around. With everyone out and about, Scott parked his bike at a nearby alley before he walked out of it. He looked around, observing the people around them. Some women tried to make a pass at him. He shyly declined, still not used to having that kind of attention from a woman. A part of him couldn’t help but laughing, finding it funny that he, a man who has faced life-endangering threats without even an ounce of fear, was still shy around members of the opposite sex.

I do not have my father’s charm, he said.

He cut through the crowd, blushing a bit as he saw some women earn their beads The Mardi Gras way. Eventually, he ended up at a bar grill. After stepping inside of it, he looked around the place. He then walked up to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. Seeing him, the bartender stepped up to him.

“Anything I can get you, good sir?”

“I’ll take a Guinness,” Scott said in an even tone.

“Coming right up, sir.”

“Thank you.”

The bartender nodded as he grabbed a mug and head for the taps. As he waited for his drink, Scott scanned the area, taking time to take in the details of the bar. He didn’t expect anything bad to happen. But, one may never know.

“Here you go, sir!”

Scott turned his attention to the bartender before nodding in thanks. He then grabbed the mug and put it to his lips, sipping the beverage.

[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

“I want my baby back ribs, baby back ribs, baby back ribs...” Natasha, seated at one of the bar stools, sang the song from that stupid Austin Powers movie. She thought the movie was crap, but she actually found that whole song thing the big dude (who was played also by Mike Myers) was singing and it was fitting, as she was about to stuff her face with... yep, you guessed it... baby back ribs. More dudes came to her with beads and she was starting to get tired of it, so she... not so politely... told them to feck off! She drank her big ass mug of beer and continued to observe the drunken crowd as she waited for her... baby back ribs, baby back ribs, baby back ribs.

Wait? Is that Taylor Swift (@fionarintoul )? She thought as she saw a blonde that was the spitting image of the young X-men woman playing pool and acting all drunk and... sorority hussy. Nah, it could not possibly be her. For one, she was drunk and Natasha could not fathom the X-men having any kind of fun... they were so stiff and... themselves! Especially Logan and Anna and well... all of them! Maybe that bastard Remy, but he was not an X-men but a no good pervert! Second, if it was her, then where were the other X-men? They had a pack mentality... always around each other, which was one of the things that got on Natasha's nerves! She liked being alone and she could not imagine how would it be like to see the same people every single day... ugh! It would drive her to murderous insanity and with someone like the Black Widow, that was not figurative speech. Yeah, that was not Fiona. It could not be her. Natasha refused to believe it was her.

And she wanted so much it was not her... because if it was her... then that meant... the others were around... UGH!

She loved her mutants, as stated before. But that didn't mean they didn't piss her off something awful sometimes. They were so... naive. Sure, she understood many of them were young and inexperienced, but they better get experience and get it quickly. For all their amazing abilities – and Natasha was always awestruck about it – they would be useless if they didn't toughen up. She actually missed her Toad... he was so much fun. They could really do a lot of damage in Mardi Gras together! Especially because he looked... well... like Toad. Not that she cared... she liked him, bad hygiene and all. As she was having these thoughts, she saw a dude sitting beside her. When she saw him, she grinned like the malefic vixen that she was and began to sing 'I Want My Sunglasses at Night' by Cory Hart just because... the dude was wearing sunglasses at night! How droll!

But that stopped when her massive plate of ribs arrived. She asked for the bartender's apron, which had a funny cartoon of a pig – how fitting – and although he was baffled by the request, he couldn't say no to a pretty lady, so he gave it to her. She proceeded to tie it around her neck, to protect her clothes from what was coming. The bartender could not stop himself: "Are you sure you are going to eat all that?" He asked. She stared at him crossly and replied in that thick Scottish accent. “Aye, I shall... now be a good twat and feck off! Give a lass and her ribs a moment of privacy!” The bartender sighed and moved on. She was about to attack the plate when she saw the man with the sunglasses beside her looking at her. She pointed at the plate, and then at herself. “Mine! And yer ain't having any! Get yer own!” she said and then started to pig out!

NAT'S OUTFIT

@cyclops and anyone who wants to join in.

NOTE: I failed to establish it in the first post, but I was thinking this is the same place of the thread: Billiards if it is okay with you guys, if not, let me know and I change it a bit.

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As Scott continued to drink his beer, a menu was slid towards him. He looked up at the bartender and gave him a nod before he looked down at the menu. He eyed the items they had, considering each option. A part of him wanted wings, but he wasn’t in the mood to buy anything greasy – he didn’t even have a hotel room set up yet.

Come to think about it, I think I need to get on that, Scott thought to himself. No doubt he racked up enough cash for a one night stay at least.

His thoughts were interrupted when the woman next to him was given a large amount of food. On could make an argument that it was enough for four people.

I have to admit, that looks dang good, Scott thought to himself. As if his mind was being read, the woman was quick to declare her food off limits.

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that around me,” Scott said in a quiet yet reassuring tone. “Hope you enjoy your meal.”

Right after that, the bartender walked up to him. “Anything you’d like to eat?”

“I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger with fries,” Scott said. “…And add a Coke to that as well.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you.”

As the bartender nodded and walked off, Scott picked up his beer and took another sip. After laying it down, he turned his head to the woman.

“…So… enjoying Mardi Gras so far?” he asked. Really, he just wanted to make conversation while his food was being prepared.

(OOC: I think I can work with that.)

[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

She was gnawing the cartilage and bone of her fourth rib when the dude with the 'sunglasses at night' spoke to her. Natasha looked, walked and – when she wanted it – behaved like a very feminine and seductive woman... except when she was eating. Food was very serious stuff for her. It was no just because she enjoyed eating – she did – but also because she had to, there was no sugarcoating that. Her metabolism was so accelerated she needed copious amount of food at several intervals. She could function without food for a long while, but eventually she had to eat... and when she did, she ate like a boss!

Her lips and the tip of her nose was covered in BBQ sauce, not to mention the bartender's apron, which was a holy mess. She picked up a bunch of napkins and wiped her lips before lifting the apron tied up around her neck and showing Mr. Glasses the truckload of bead necklaces, and speaking in that Scottish accent she was using. “Ain't ye a proper lil' 'gennelman'. Aye, I'm going for the record, sunny boy.” She said and kept those dead-cold and cat-like green eyes of hers on him. He was sort of attractive, in a 'nice guy' kinda way. Gave her a Steve Rogers vibe... very proper and nice. She reckoned he was the sort of guy people like Kitty or even Feral would like. “How about ye, lad? And what's with the shades?” She asked, taking her eyes off him and attacking yet another rib.

When the bartender brought him his food, Natasha stretched her hand and took a fry from his plate and munched on it. “A coke? Lad, ain't you a party man!” She said sarcastically and then called the bartender back. “Give me boy here a stiff drink, on me. Maybe Hennessy, that'll sort him out right and proper.” She said, finishing the rest of the ribs on her plate and wiping her face again, she took off the apron and threw it at the bartender. “There ya go. Now... you're in Mardi Gras, boyo. You ain't going to get lucky drinking a coke, sunshine. Nor not having any beads to lure dames to show ye their wares.” She said, smirking. She should introduce this guy to Feral and may God have mercy on his soul then. “What's ye name, Shades?”

@cyclops

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Scott watched as the woman answered his question about how she was enjoying Mardi Gras. It took Scott a lot of effort not to blush when she lifted up her apron, showing the beads she amassed. Trying to keep his thoughts clean, he took time and studied her for a bit. She was definitely attractive. But her eyes… they seemed rather cold. It wasn’t alarming to him – at least, not per se. However, he couldn’t help but think there was something to her.

She then inquired about how he was enjoying Mardi Gras, as well, unsurprisingly, the reason behind his glasses.

“…I had a bit of a rocky start,” he said with a slight grimace. “…Some people are rather sore losers at the pool table.” As he said this, he realized that he was at the same place he was in earlier when he fought those guys. Well, isn’t this my luck, he thought to himself. “But, I’m enjoying the atmosphere. As for my glasses, it’s for my eye condition. I can’t see without them, unfortunately.” He smiled nonchalantly, showing that it was no big deal.

Technically, what Scott said wasn’t a lie. He would be rendered blind without them, but that was because he’d close his eyes shut as soon they were removed without his doing. Of course, the eye condition thing was something he would say because it was easier and a lot less dangerous than explaining that he was a mutant that needed ruby quartz lenses to control his power, and that said power was an optic blast that could punch holes through a mountain.

Once his food arrived, he couldn’t help chuckle shortly as she took a fry from his plate. “Comfortable around each other, are we?” he remarked with a slight smirk. He didn’t mind it too much. He raised his eyebrows as she ordered him a drink.

“…Well, this is an interesting case of role reversal.” Normally, it would be the guy who’d buy the woman a drink. When she asked for his name, he brought his hand out towards her. “I’m Scott. And yourself?”

NATASHA ROMANOFF

[JIN DANIELS]

Nursing yet another beer, Jin sat at the bar listening in to the multiple conversations around him. As he picked up his bottle in order to drain the contents of the said bottle, he was deep in thought but was then pulled out abruptedly by the sound of a thick scottish sounding women shouting for what he thought was ribs.
*Wow she's certainly far from home*, he thought to himself as he drained the bottle dry.

"Hey bartender another round please" he said before turning his head around to the new arrival, whom he recognised was the man from earlier who had completely demolished the pool game and a random guys face. Now that he thought about it he wondered how he was still even allowed to stay in the bar as he himself was also fighting as he felt he needed to help the man who was surrounded. *Meh not gonna kick a gift horse in the mouth and complain.* "Hey bartender beer now please" he yelled out.

As he listened in to the conversation between both the scottish lady and the man now identified as Scott, he found himself nodding at the woman's words, *Mardi Gras was a place for all sorts of f!ckery and getting sloshed was one of them and there is no way drinking coke is gonna get anyone drunk*. "Yeah man she's right you know, ain't no drinking coke in a place like this. You know what rounds for everyone boss, he told the bartender as the rest of the people in the bar grill cheered in celebration at getting free drinks. *Whew good thing I swiped the wallets of those men earlier as I knocked them straight on their asses*.

"Seriously my drink" Jin said as he was getting annoyed at the delay.
"Oh sorry sir, here you are"
"'Bout time, thanks for the beer". He said before grabbing thr bottle and ripping off the bottle cap before once again downing the bottle's contents in record time.

[ANNA D'ANCANTO]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! With how crowded the bar was, it was a wonder anyone was getting served their drinks quickly. However, the bartenders and servers seemed to be doing a great job in maintaining the chaos around them. Hell it was a good week to work overtime and make a ton of tips. The drunks seemed to be tipping quite generously and if the belle wanted to make some cash she probably could fit in with the rest of the staff. With her accent and knowing the town like the back of her hand, it would be highly possible to make some decent tips. While pondering on this idea, Anna found herself laughing at something the couple said, unaware of anyone else in the bar she might know. She would need to check up on the others sooner or later just to see if they were still alive and well. Hell if they hadn’t been robbed and stripped down to their skivvies. Granted if they were naïve enough to fall for such a trap and end up in such a situation then lesson learned. Hopefully they were all doing well after what happened during Ultron. She would have to talk to everyone individually if she wanted to find anything out. That was for a later time, with possible drinks in the mix. Finishing off the drink she had been nursing, Anna turned around in surprise when she heard not only a familiar phrase but a familiar voice as well. Maybe she had been hallucinating, given she had drunk a great deal. However, as her green eyes fell on the (Urgh accidentally edited this instead of quoting and lost half the post. .. bah) 555 WORDS , @jackdolci , OUTFIT table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

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Mardi gras, Jack hadn't been there very long having just driven into town. He did have a game plan however and that was to head to a place he never really went to and that was a bar. He had his suit pockets filled with both cash and beads for throwing. He had his phantom of the opera mask securely fashioned to his face so that hopefully no one would know what he was up too. The young hero as he drove through the busy street decided to stop a nice looking bar which had another motorcycle out front and stop in after pulling up next to it.

Once he got off his bike, he walked inside the bar to see plenty of girls flashing their goods but before he could get to the fun the first thing he needed to do was get a drink. Jack wasted no time and walked up the bar table with a smile.

"I'll have a pint of guiness please."

Jack then pulled out his wallet, flashed his ID and then was quickly handed a drink. He then began to look around the bar for a woman that suited his fancy. It wasn't long before he spotted a red headed figure that he would never forget stealing glances at with the appitite of a hippo. It was the Black Widow without a doubt. He knew that for sure considering she was his new team mate. That didn't mean she had to know who was under his mask. She seemed to be talking to a rather handsome man in red shades. Without a second thought Jack just walked up taking a swig from his glass and smiled down at the beauty.

"Hey Darling. How about the next two plates will be on me? You can have these too."

Jack then pulled a necklace of beads out from his pocket and placed them softly on the table doing his best to hide both his identity and his excitement about what he was hopefully about to see. As he waited he just used one of his eyes to look at the guy in the shades.

"Nice shades partner. I perfer reflected aviators myself. What are you guys drinking, next one is on me."

Truth was, money was no problem for Jack since he was a majority holder of Cage consalidated and had money coming in constantly. He hoped that luck would go his way.


@cyclops NATASHA ROMANOFF

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[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

She turned to her side to completely face him, leaning against the bar and cocked her head to the side, staring at him. Romanoff had one ability that came to her naturally, it wasn't taught to her by Department X nor it was anything concerning the Erksine Formula. She could be quite seductive without even trying or even thinking about it. Her eyes – as cold and even deadly as they were – also had a 'snake eyes' quality about them... those green orbs of hers could be hypnotizing. It was not that they could actually hypnotize, but they could draw people to her. She remembered when she met Tony Stark for the first time, when she was pretending to be Natalie Rushman. The billionaire asked her to step into the ring with Happy Logan. Poor Happy! He didn't stood a chance. Anyway, she stared at Tony, with that impish smile, those sleepy eyes and she knew right then and there that she had him. No wonder Stark was still sore about that! She had to smile. Poor Tony, he really thought he was going to get into her pants... no chance in hell.

The redhead Avenger, assassin, former SHIELD agent was also a master at detecting lies. It stood to reason, as she herself was a very gifted liar. Hey, lying was her business and business was good. That was what intelligence operatives did and her, being the premier intelligence officer in the world, the best there is, was and ever will be, of course she could lie at the drop of a hat. That also gave her the ability to detect when someone was lying to her. It was no magic... she knew how to read signs. When a person lied, their heartbeat increased. Even those who could control themselves, that was one sure tell tale. Also, sweating, shifting of the eyes, fidgeting... she could read those subtle things and determined when she was being lied to. With this guy, there was a small hint, but not so big as to make her determine automatically that he was lying. Still, there was something there. For a moment she returned to be 'in mission' and not be the wild Natasha looking for fun at Mardi Gras. She was in New Orleans for a reason... find that HYDRA agent. Could this guy be? He didn't seem the type, but then again, a good agent knew how to mask their true intentions. But no, her instinct told her that whatever the guy was hiding, it was personal, nothing to do with HYDRA. Perhaps he felt a bit self-aware of his eye condition? Maybe...

“What? Ye thought that I'm going to allow a guy to buy me a drink? Nay...That's so 1990s... I'm woman, hear me roar.” She replied, smirking. It could be argue that Natasha Romanoff was the ultimate feminist. In fact, it could be argued that she was the first feminist. She fought in World War II beside her male counterparts and although she saw the atrocious prejudice and behavior male soldiers had towards female soldiers back then, they could not deny that her and thousands of Russian women who fought in that war were more courageous and battle hardened than most of the men. She was the living example that women were as capable as men and that she could be attractive and feminine at the same time as being the equal to any man. She was her own master, she knew herself, she was decisive and didn't suffer bullshit lightly. She did what she wanted, slept with who she wanted, dressed as she wanted and to hell with society and its stereotypes. It also helped she was the Black Widow. So any man who believed that because she was attractive she was a bimbo or a 'conquest' would find himself with many broken bones and concussions. She despised misogynistic pigs oink oink and prejudiced pricks.

The redhead picked another fry and munched it as she smirked at his comment. “Nay, it's just... ye see, I have this philosophy, lad. If something catches me fancy, then by definition is mine, so I take it. I like fries as everyone else, so by definition, they are mine.” She replied smiling. Natasha was actually a kleptomaniac... She loved to take things that were not hers just because... she did. Her ultimate goal was to one day steal J.A.R.V.I.S. from Stark. And she shall... oh she shall. That A.I. was hers! “What? Ye not gonna share with little old me? That is so naughty... and here I bought you a drink... tsk tsk.” She said with that seductive smile of hers. “Hi Scott... name is Bonnie. Not bunny... Bonnie.” Why did she pick such a lame name? She could have used one of the thousand other identities she had... whatever!

"Yeah man she's right you know, ain't no drinking coke in a place like this. You know what rounds for everyone boss.”

She had detected the newcomer earlier as he made his way to the bar. Natasha made a quick assessment and decided he was not a threat, so she didn't give it a second thought. So when he spoke, she was not caught off guard. He looked young... way too young to be up at this time of the night! She smiled to herself... to her everyone was so young. “Oi, a big spender, ain't you lad?” She said sarcastically and smirked at the guy, raising an insolent eyebrow. “Then if ye don't mind, pick up the tab for Shades here and meself? That's a good lad.” She said. Well, she could not pass the chance to take advantage of the generosity of others. That would be so out of character for her. “Ain't ye a bit of a wee lad to be drinking, sunshine? I oughta call the authorities on ye.” She joked, always the insolent redhead. Natasha was not always like that... this new streak of insolence came about after the fall of SHIELD. When your whole world is taken from under your feet... well... you tend to not care about things anymore. Her mental instability, she have had it for decades, though. “Oh, look at me surrounded by so much testosterone. Should I feel flattered? What's yer name, sunny boy? This guy here is Clyde and Imma Bonnie. Git it? Bonnie and Clyde? Nay? Aww.”

She was having her fun when it was interrupted by... that accent! She saw the gloved hand taking the last remaining rib from her plate and then saw Anna. She began to make gestures with her mouth, as if telling Anna to shut the hell up and not blow her cover! Amateurs! See, this was why the X-men were always getting on her nerves! They had amazing powers but they were just a bunch of unruly, mamby pansy, pantywaist amateurs that would not know how to conduct a proper mission or even what a proper mission was even if it bit them in the arse! All of them! Also something donned on her... that blonde she saw earlier then was Fiona! Oh sweet heaven! Natasha hoped that when Anna heard her accent she figured out she was undercover. “Lass, I have no idea who ye are...” She said, glaring through her mask's at Anna, hoping the beautiful yet eternal pain in her ass could read her green eyes. Shut the feck up! She did, however, smile when she saw the beads around Rogue's neck. “Pfft... I have more... of everything, as ye can see. Am I right, boys?” She added because... of course she would.

Anna and Natasha had an interesting relationship. At first, they fought each other when they first met – and Natasha has told her many times that they shall have one last fight so she can teach the Southern Belle a lesson in proper asskicking! – but at the same time, after that initial throw-down, they have become quite close. Extremely close. If there was someone beside maybe Clint and Kitty who knew more about Natasha than anyone was Anna. In fact, they lived together for a while, when both were hiding from HYDRA. Well, they were still hiding from HYDRA, but Natasha thought that Rogue should take leadership of the X-men back then, as they were basically leaderless and encouraged her to return to the X-Mansion. It was through Anna that she met Kitty and the others and the rest was history.

"Hey Darling. How about the next two plates will be on me? You can have these too."

Oh for feck sake! She thought as she heard another newcomer into was fastly becoming a disaster! What the hell? Was everyone here? The whole point of her coming to New Orleans on a mission with only Feral was to get away from all these bozos and yet here were all of them! What's next? Remy? Tony? Alexis? Thor?... that one was actually funny. She could not imagine Thor in Mardi Gras, would be hilarious to see. Him swinging his hammer around... wait... that actually sounded very bad! Whatever! Anyway, damn them all! Natasha was happy she didn't have her custom made guns with her or she would have started shooting everyone's asses! Yes, everyone! And he thinking she would not recognize his voice! Or the fact that his suit – which was actually cool, she had to admit – would not be a dead giveaway! Or calling her 'darling'! When he placed the beads on the table... oh boy, if looks could killed, Wild Card, Anna, the big spender and Shades would all be six feet under! I am so going to kick your ass when this is over... She thought as she looked at Wild Card. Then she looked at Anna. And your ass... Then she looked at big spender. I don't know you but ditto on the ass kicking... and then at Scott and you too just so you don't feel left out...

She had to keep in character, so all she did was look at the beads on the bar and then at Wild Card. “What are those for, lad?” she said in that thick Scottish accent. I am sooo going to kick your ass... She said with her eyes...

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NOTE: Guys, we keep the order as it is: Nat, Scott, Jin, Rogue, Jack and if anyone else wants to join the madness, you are welcome, come on down LOL

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There was something about the way the woman looked at him that Scott feel some type of way. Her eyes, despite being cold, were rather inviting. Paradoxical, that description was, but it was so apt. Yup, there was something more to her. He wasn’t sure what it was, but none of his alarms went off. As it was, Scott gave the redheaded woman a slight smile.

“Well, I’m certainly not opposed,” Scott said in response. “Thank you.” He said that part in earnest. After she made her case about the fries, Scott looked down at his plate for a moment. He then pushed his plate over until it sat in between. “Pleased to meet, Bonnie. Please, have at it.” With that done, he picked up his burger and took a bite out of it.

That was the man from earlier joined him. He regarded him with a nod before he chewed. He then regarded him with an eyebrow at the tone he used with the bartender. After swallowing, he gave him a look. “Honey or vinegar,” Scott said with a slight bit of chiding to his tone. After what happened earlier, he imagined that the establishment had a long day.

And that was when other people came over. As he continued to eat his burger, he heard the accent of a woman greeting Bonnie. His memory was jogged as he started to have flashbacks of a certain southerner. Could it be?

Before he could turn his head towards the woman, another person came into the scene. At first, Scott merely regarded him with a nod before he continued to eat. However, once he heard the question, he brought his head up when saw the beads being placed on the table.

“…Really?” Scott said as he looked back and forth between the newcomer and the beads. “You’re going to that here?”

JIN DANIELS

[JIN DANIELS]

“Oi, a big spender, ain't you lad?”Hearing this he focused his attention back onto the scottish lady raising an eyebrow at the question before grinning cockily. "Oh but of course 'specially when the money ain't mine" Jin replied as held up four different wallets he had managed to swipe earlier on during the bar fight.

"Eh a bit young you say, well I'll take that as a compliment anyday. And in case you were wondering I'm 34 years old I just drink alot of orange juice and do plenty of excercise *if you could call what I do excercise*, it works wonders for the skin." Jin replied back smiling amused at the accusation and general mistake that people had been making alot recently.

As he thought back to when the receptionist at the hotel didn't believe he was 34 years of age, a scottish voice once again piereced through his thoughts dragging him back to reality as he blinked owlishly before processing the words she had said.

Raising an eyebrow at the Bonnie and Clyde part, Jin grinned finding the eccentric personality of "Bonnie" interesting and amusing to say the least. "Well "Bonnie" the names Jin Daniels and I've already met Scott so your not gonna pull one over me," he replied even though he negelceted to say he had only just learnt his name a few moments ago by easedropping as he sipped the bottle of beer that was on his table. "Im even starting to wonder if Bonnie's  your name, but I don't really care to be honest, I just wanna drink beer till I cant move, ohh and maybe get into another fight eyy what you say Scott". Jin said with a grin so wide it threatended to rip his face in two as he remebered the fight that happened earlier and how well Scott had handled himself.

Just as he had said that, another voice was heard and it was coming in the direction of the scottish woman, tilting his head to the side he was able to tell the person was soft spoken and came from the south. *Wow now we've got a southern belle, all we need now is an Irish man and this can totally become a joke*. As he listend to Bonnie deny all knowlegde of knowing the woman. A man strolled up to the bar ordering a pint of Guiness before attempting to flirt with the rough scottish woman as he pulled out a pair of beads. "Dude" was all Jin could say as he face palmed knowing this wouldn't end well at all.


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ANNA D'ANCANTO

[ANNA D'ANCANTO]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! With how crowded the city was for the Carnival, it was a wonder she could find anyone on a good day. Most of the others that had come on the trip with her were scattered around enjoying the city and the festivities. Anna for her part knew the city inside out. Little had changed since she had last been there. So instead, she was simply relaxing with alcohol, food and some good music. A few of the restaurants and bars were playing jazz, which was a staple in New Orleans. Others were trying to cater to the crowds they were getting. The amount of people there in the bar they were in made it hard to figure out if she was seeing someone she knew or not. It was why she had been surprised when she thought she saw Natasha. However, the reception she received after greeting the woman was even more of a surprise. It had her rolling her eyes when the accent came out and the look she was getting from the woman only told her she had the right person. Was there ever a time Natasha wasn’t on some kind of mission? Did the woman really not know how to relax? Sighing, she shook her head before giving the other woman a small smile. ”Ah shit sorry shugah. Ah thought ya were someone ah know. Meh mistake.” she explained giving her a bashful smile. ”Ah’m Anna. Ya can have some of meh wings for the mishap.” she offered just as the bartender dropped a plate in front of her. When Red mentioned the beads on her neck, she looked down and laughed noticing the amount Natasha had. ”For now, but ah just got started.” she added before noticing another joining the little crowd around the bar. Glancing over, she realized she knew this one. Seeing Jack slide over to the bar, ordering a drink before he produced some beads had her rolling her green eyes. Typical. Shaking her head, she picked up a wing, munching on it while the others talked. At Red’s question, Anna snorted and leaned over to get a look at the amount of beads he was presenting. ”Think the kid wants to see the twins shugah.” she stated obviously wanting to smack Jack upside the head in that moment, though she figured Natasha wanted to kill him. As the other voice spoke up, Anna found herself frowning as she found it familiar. Unfortunately, with so many people in the bar, she could not make out whom it had come from. Being short meant she was unable to see much but she was still trying to figure out why the voice had sounded so familiar. Trying to keep her spot at the bar, she leaned over Nat and Jack trying to get a glimpse of the guy on the other side. When she did catch a glimpse, she frowned not sure if she believed what she was seeing. ”Damn shugah, ya look like someone ah used to know.” she mused at Scott not believing she was seeing him. He had died; they had a grave for him and Jean next to the Professors. This guy here was probably just someone that looked like him. Shaking her head, she turned back to her wings brushing it off as a coincidence. 555 WORDS , @jackdolci , OUTFIT table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

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Jack just sighed as Nat asked him what the beads were for,the woman who called herself Anna and the guy in the red shades all seemed displeased. He should have know that it wouldn't be that easy for him. The young hero just reached over to the table where he had put the beads and picked them back up with a small defeated look.

"I apologize, I shouldn't have assumed. This isn't the time or place, please forgive me miss."

As Jack gave Nat and apologetic smile, his eyes went wide as a light bulb went off in his brain causing him to turn to the woman who called herself Anna, was wearing an outfit that covered most of her skin unlike most women at the celebration and just seemed all around classy. Could it be his favorite southern belle X-man? Jack just smiled and stepped over to her.

"Excuse me miss, but I believe we know one another. If I am correct in who I think you are I can't believe you're here.I thought Showing a ton of skin wasn't your thing. In any event, I'm glad your here."

Jack just gave Rogue a genuine happy smile. He remembered the day they met quite fondly along with the fight against the Hellicarriers. If he was able to touch her hand without dying he would have kissed it. Not wanting to feel like he was ignoring Nat he turned back to her with a sheepish smile.

"Is there any way I can make up for what I did?"

NATASHA ROMANOFF   ANNA D'ANCANTO

[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

What started as a date between herself and two full plates of ribs turned into a damn group gathering! She was ready for that, after all it was Mardi Gras and look at her outfit, she was bound to attract attention. But what she was not ready for was to have the Southern Belle and the Ace of Spades in there as well! Still, it could have been worst... everyone and their dogs could have also shown up. Shades was okay, he seemed like a perfect lil gentleman and the other dude, 'big spender' was picking up the tab, so that was always good. And she had to admit that Rogue looked stunning. She was not going to tell that, but Natasha always found Anna an attractive woman, but with truckload of issues. One of those issues – for Nat, the main one – was always sticking up for that no good, deadbeat, pervert, obnoxious bastard Cajun Remy! Anna had NO taste in men! None whatsoever. In fact it was a competition between Anna, Kitty, or Alexis as to whom had the worst taste! If Natasha or Kitty could have a dollar for every time both of them had told Anna to throw that bastard Cajun on his ass, they would have enough to buy themselves a nice dinner!

It was Natasha's fault, in a way. She was the one, after all, that freed that long streak of nothing from Ryker's Island. She regretted it deeply but what else could she have done? At the moment when they raided the island, they were pressed for time and Kitty and Rubber Chick needed help. Natasha couldn't stay with them because she was trying to go after the guys who took Birdman (Angel) and Rogue and Squishy (Kurt) were freeing that Colossus dude. So she made Remy promise to help and protect Rubber and Kitty, which she had to admit – begrudgingly – that he did. But how was her to know that the guy would simply won't go away? He was like a rash that kept on itching instead of just disappear! Oh she despised him so much! But there was a bit more than that. The guy rubbed her the wrong way but at the same time it was like with Loki... she hated him but had a lot of fun every time she went against him. Strange days indeed.

The Jin dude showed his true colors, as he boasted that he was a petty thief. Natasha shrugged. She wasn't impressed. When the dude steals top secret plans from the World Security Council and almost gets killed by a crazy ass HYDRA bitch or a crazy ass Winter Soldier, then he could talk. In fact, she produced HIS wallet and showed it to him. “You forgot this one, sunshine.” She said with a malefic grin. She opened it and saw an ID. “Oh, feck me... ye are right... ye are thirty-four... funny, ye don't look older than nineteen... unless this ID is fake as well.” She added and handed his wallet to him. Men! Always trying to be badass! “Ye two make a nice couple...” she said to Jin and Shades. “Imma so fortunate to be basking in the glow of so much testosterone! Men and their pissing contests!” She said sarcastically to Jin and grinned, but those cold, dead green eyes of hers were fixed on him. He wasn't HYDRA... he boasted a bit much and if he got into a fight, he drew too much attention to himself. So no... he was just one of the 'boys' that flooded Mardi Gras.

“Gimme!” She said when Anna offered her some wings... and in Natasha's mind, some meant all. She pulled the plate to her and began to eat as Rogue spoke. “Aye, ye are mistaken. Bonnie is the name...” She said, reinforcing to Anna the need of keeping her big trap shut about her real identity. Amateurs! “Sorry to burst yer bubble, but ye don't have the big guns as I do. Look at them... a work of art, aye they are.” She had to say because... of course she would! Natasha loved to always trade jabs with Anna. The leader of the X-men was so volatile sometimes and Natasha, always the vixen, loved to rile her up. As much as she loved the mutant – and as strange as it was, Natasha really loved her – they still had a date full of fists on the face. Once they win the war against HYDRA, it was going to happen. The fight of the century!

”Think the kid wants to see the twins shugah.”

Doh! All hail the queen of the obvious! She took her eyes off Anna and fixed them on Jack. The funny thing was, she actually liked Jack, as misguided as he was with that whole vigilante shtick he had going. She added him to the Secret Avengers in part to keep him from getting himself killed with that crap about being a vigilante. And she thought he had potential, but was not properly nurtured. The one thing she needed to fix was his tendency of wearing so much crap when he was his alter ego... eh... what was the codename he used? Whatever, she called him Ace of Spade and that was that! The fact that he took a physical disadvantage and actually rose above it was something to admire. But boy, he was a bit of a horndog! Not that she would hold that against him... so was Stark, Clint, Thor, Remy... the unholy quartet of douchebaggery and perversity! But then again, pretty much every male she has met fell unto that category! At least Jack was polite about it.

“Pfft... she seems to me to like acting the floozie... why don't ye try the beads on her.” Natasha said and grinned wickedly at Anna. “And what is yer name, boyo? Imma Bonnie, this strapping young lad is... Gin or something... and this other lad is Shades. Oh and ye met Anna, didn't ya?” Natasha said and then returned to eating, which was her plan before all of these guys showed up!

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