#but for my space/ME verse (since i don't have the details setup here yet)

[rokovoya]

011.

VIOLENT MEME┇ accepting011. — Shoot my muse.

SOMETHING ABOUT this job had felt wrong from the start. and yet, nat had let her guard down. the sound of approaching footsteps that should have signaled that she was caught reach her ears too late, and when she turns from the console, one hand moving to her weapon, there’s already one pointed in her direction. the black widow is stuck in her own web, and she lifts her other arm, palm out to signal stop. 

‘ woah, hold on a sec, we’re on the same--- ’ side turns into a groan as white hot pain sears through her and she vaguely wonders if they actually are. a quick mental assessment reveals that her opponent has missed anything major ( though she assumes that was intentional ), and since a second shot hasn’t come, she presses her hand to the wound, the other still wrapped around her gun, waiting. 

          ‘ guess you’re one of those shoot-first-ask-questions-later types, huh ? ’