6744/Once Upon A Time

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Once Upon A Time
Date of Scene: 03 March 2019
Location: New York City
Synopsis: Logan and Natasha share a moment in the snow
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Black Widow (Romanoff)




Wolverine has posed:
    Some time ago...

    Snow falls steadily casting the entire world in shades of white. To look upwards into the sky is to just see fluttery feathery flakes falling to earth and buffeted by each gentle brush of the wind, sending those snowflakes into a swirl above the treeline. And there in Central Park, the footsteps of the man and the woman walking along the path are muffled along with all other sounds during the first few hours of a blizzard.
    "So all this time. It was just music?" He says sidelong as he walks, the half-smile on the Canadian's features is there, warm and a touch wry despite it being at home on the features of a grim and weathered man.
    Logan has his hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, giving Natasha Romanova a sidelong eyeballing as if still not entirely sure what to make of the woman after recent revelations.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    That is responded to with a slight snort and a negative shake of the head. "Just music? I'm insulted you think it would be that simple. It is a wide combination of things."
    Natasha is wearing a lightweight brown leather jacket with a wide belt. Jeans on her legs, tall boots that come up to just below her knee with a short heel. Her short hair is uncovered, light flakes of snow clinging to the crimson tresses.
    "Besides, your singing voice isn't /that/ good."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Is that so?" Logan says as he's walking, the hems of his blue jeans wet with the snow and his work boots a few shades darker of brown from the fresh snowfall. He smirks at her as they walk down the sidewalk, then turns his head away and shakes his head. He holds mum as they keep walking past that frozen lake and the few inches of snow on the benches, the grass. Their footsteps are the only marks of there being anyone in this world, the only hints of imperfection in an otherwise perfect universe.
    He turns around, just a few steps ahead, one hand to his chest as he gestures to the side with the other. And then he lifts his voice, softly at first.

"Ochi chyornye..."
//Dark eyes.//

"ochi zhguchie..."
//Passionate eyes.//

    His eyes twinkle with amusement as he takes another step backwards, though he holds out one hand to stop her, as if telling her she asked for it.

"Ochi strastnye i prekrasnye,"
//Burning and splendid eyes.//

    His voice grows louder as the tempo accelerates slightly. And should she try to get past him he quickly shuffles through the snow to slip just ahead of her just fast enough, dropping to one knee with his hands clasped before him.

"Kak lyublyu ya vas, kak boyus' ya vas,"
//How I love you, how I fear you.//

"Znat' uvidel vas ya ne v dobryi chas,"
//Verily, I espied you in an ill-starred moment.//

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    She had not realized he would take that as a personal challenge. As he stops in front of her and puts his arm to his chest while gesturing with the other, Natasha arches an auburn brow curiously. Then he begins to sing.
    For all her teasing, the truth was he had an amazing singing voice. It was not something she had expected of him. It was not something she had experienced before hearing him singing from an old musical. As he goes into operatic, she smailes and starts to move past only to have him place himself in her path, kneeling in the snow and belting out the words to the song.
    She doesn't blush. She's too old for such things. But she does glance away, slightly embarassed, before peeking at him through her dark lashes. She doesn't interrupt nor does she try to move away again, enjoying the sound of his rich voice filling the area around them. She knows what he is singing and it has her shaking her head again, chalking it up to song choice because such sentinment is too soon.

Wolverine has posed:
    On his knees he squeezes his hands together even as he lets his voice lift though it carries across the lake giving a hint of an echo off the boathouse nearby. His smile is crooked, amused, even as it disappears when he sings the lyrics with perfect tempo.

"Ochi chyornye, ochi plamenny,"
//Dark eyes, flaming eyes!//

    He turns back and shifts onto his other knee as he gestures with a sweep of one arm outwards, as if now singing to the world, his hand still held to the breast of his leather jacket while the other is off to the side, his back to her.

"I monyat oni v strany dal'nye,"
//They implore me into faraway lands.//

"Gde tsarit lyubov', gde tsarit pokoy,"
//Where love reigns, where peace reigns,//

    He rolls back to his feet and steps across the grass, resting a hand upon the tree's trunk, lifting his voice as he clenches a fist over his heart. His eyes lift upwards and his smile grows as if he's performing not just for her, but for the entire world!

"Gde stradan'ya net, gde vrazhdy zapret!"
//Where there is no suffering, where war is forbidden!//

    At the end of the last word he /pounds/ the tree's trunk and looks at her with such solemnity, a classical Russian pose of such regret and hope and loss...

    And then a cascade of snow falls onto him, knocked free by his thump of a fist into that tree trunk, leaving him covered in white and causing him to laugh. Then sputter a little as he makes a face.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    SHe continues to smile as she watches his portrayal, a little concerned at his overacting. Certainly it would sell from a stage. Up close, not really so much. She watches as he implores the world to understand.
    As he finishes up with his attack on the tree, Natasha gives a bright smile. Then the snow falls. Her laughter fills the air, blending with his own as she closes the distance and brushes the snow off his shoulders and hair. "That was lovely. Especially the finale. Very Russian in the tragedy." Meaning his snowy contenance.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah well," Logan brushes off the snow from his shoulders and shakes his head almost like a shaggy dog as he tries to get it out of his hair. "Don't get used to it, Tasha." That said though he steps towards her and squints a little as he looks at her features, espying closely. "Tough crowd," He says for some reason.
    But then he takes her hand in his and turns to walk a few more steps away from the tree that so wronged him. A few steps as he says to her sidelong, "You go tellin' people though... and there'll be a reckoning." He even goes so far as to lift a hand upwards, one eye scrunching up as he emphasizes that threat and the direness of it.
    But his smile is warm, and it reaches his eyes as he looks across the snow and in a time and place where it seems to be just them, there and together.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "Or what? You're going to sing something from the Sharks or Jets at me?" Now the question becomes just how many musicals is Natasha Romanova actually familiar with? They've covered at least three in the last few weeks. Not counting the moment ago which delved more into the operatic.
    She squeeze his hand as she turns to face him, placing her other hand against his chest as she looked up at him. Now they were safe from shedding trees, she was able to give him her full attention. Despite that little dusting of white still on his jacket. SHe brushed it away with her fingertips then rested her palm against the center of his chest where she could feel the beat of his heart.
    "I promise never to speak a word of the tree getting the better of you." SHe makes no promise not to mention the singing. She does rise up on tip toe, that hand sliding from his chest up to his shoulder toward the back o f his neck as she tries to draw his head downward gently. "But we should seal the deal, I think."

Wolverine has posed:
    Fingertips in her hair, just a small gentle touch and a smile given to her eyes. He brushes a snowflake from her cheek but not before it melts to just the faint chill of a raindrop. There's no answer from him, no words needed in that moment. Logan just looks back and forth to each of those jade green eyes and covers her hand upon his chest with his own.
    Eyes closed, they share a gentle kiss. A moment of warmth in the chill of Winter. For in that moment they are the only people in existence, and they hold onto that single shared instant. For it is stolen against the demands of the world.