A Ride
“Embarrassed? You don’t have to be embarrassed!” Darcy said her voice sympathetic as she moved to sit next to the pirate.
Natasha had been spending the whole morning trying her best to ignore both Darcy and what had happened before they fell asleep on the floor next to the bunk. As Darcy questioned her she continued to work on a panel, mumbling under her breath “Embarrassing…”
“Why do you feel that way?” Darcy pressed.
Natasha, finally done with avoiding put her tools down and sighed, “Because, it was unprofessional. I guess. I shouldn’t have done that.” She shrugged it off.
Darcy, who had not stopped smiling since they woke up, put a hand on her shoulder. “Why not? I think it was a defining moment in our relationship. You don’t have to be afraid.” She said in her most comforting voice.
Natasha looked at her strangely, and after a moment she spoke, “Why have you been so up front about us? This whole time I’ve been feeling like you’re not telling me something.”
Darcy plopped down next to the pirate, “I guess there is... But I really can’t tell you, I’m afraid that it’ll ruin everything.”
Natasha leaned in close to the princess who inhaled in surprise, “Then why do you look at me like you know who I am?”
Darcy watched her eyes but then looked away, an expression of shame on her features, “I can’t tell you.”
Natasha groaned and rolled away onto her feet, “Then that’s a problem, Princess.”
Darcy followed her, “Wait! Okay, I—Don’t think I should but I will.” She looked down and said more to herself than the redhead, “This wasn’t supposed to be this hard.”
“I’m listening.” Natasha said with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ve seen your face before. I didn’t pick you out randomly.”
“I figured that much. But how? And why?
Darcy sat down on the bunk and motioned for Natasha to join her, the pirate obliged and took a seat next to the princess.
“Someone showed me. We have this, I don’t know if it’s technology or some kind of magic but it can see into the future. Very, VERY, few get to even get a glimpse into the future. And I wasn’t supposed to but I wanted—“ Her face became solemn, “I wanted to know how to end the fighting, the war and restore my planet.”
“Did it show you that?” Natasha was critical but she was also curious.
“No. And I didn’t see much. But I did see you.”
“Did you see anything else? Like what I was doing or something?”
“I just saw your face, you looked tired and you had blood on your neck but you were staring up at something.” She sighed, “So I knew I would meet you, I just didn’t know how or when. But I do know that we were meant to find each other.”
Natasha leaned over between her knees and groaned again, she popped back up, looking at the princess skeptically. “I hate to tell you this, but you probably just saw a piece of my file or something. Nothing was meant to be, at least that’s the way I see it. We create our own destiny and nothing can stop that. So, I’m sorry if you think I’m your long lost soul mate or something or the key to your problems but I’m not. I’m not going to change my plans just because you saw my face before we met.”
Darcy’s face fell, “I believe in what I saw, I don’t know what it meant but I know it was something. But if you really believe that then fine, you can leave. Maybe you’re right; maybe it was just a fluke.”
Natasha moved a wrench back and forth between her finger and she smiled, “I didn’t say that, Princess.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not leaving you and when we get out of here, I’ll help you get your stupid stone. But I’m not doing it because some oracle said it would be. I’m doing it because I kind of like you.”
Darcy grinned, excitement creeping back into her features, “Kind of?”
“A little.” The pirate said with a wink and Darcy jumped up and embraced her until the redhead was trying to wiggle away from the contact.
“Darcy—“She said, pushing the princess’s thick hair out of her face “You’ve been the greatest pain in my ass that I’ve ever met. From now on, let’s do this together, alright?”
She nodded and made a whooping sound, “You know, I thought that when we met it would be like a key in a lock but I am just happy that we can stand each other.”
A beeping sound on the monitor interrupted their plans, Natasha moved quickly to the console. Hitting a few buttons and turning the newly fixed viewing screen on, she watched as the void ahead of them was masked by a ship moving past.
“What is that?” Darcy asked, moving next to Natasha.
“It’s a ship and possibly our way out of here.”
“Can you hail them?”
“I am, we don’t have any answer yet, although they have slowed down. I’m going to try--- Holy—“
Both the women jumped as someone beamed directly into the shuttle without any warning. Natasha got her newly created weapons out of her pocket but her face fell slightly as the face in front of them cleared and became completely solid.
The woman standing in front of them was intimidating to say the least, even without the gun she was currently pointing at them. She was tall with long blonde hair and piercing eyes. She smirked when she caught sight of the two in the shuttle.
“Bobbie Morse.” Natasha said under her breath.
The woman, who Darcy assumed was another pirate, tilted her head slightly, “Do I know you?” She asked calmly.
Natasha cleared her throat, “My name is Natasha Romanov, I used to work on the Righteous Man.”
The woman, Morse, thought about it for a moment “Righteous Man? Fury’s ship?”
Natasha nodded.
Then the woman’s face lit up with recognition, “Oh! You’re that mechanic that helped fix Birdie!” She grinned as if this were some sort of random encounter at a store and not conversation over the gun she was pointing at them.
Natasha didn’t have a chance to answer before Morse had called up to her own ship, “Lance, you’ll never believe who I found down here.”
An irritated British accent came over her speaker, “I hope someone who has a lot of money to steal.”
“No, it looks like they’re dry.” She informed him, glancing around at their humble little shuttle.
“But I did find that mechanic who stopped Birdie from popping his eyes out.” She said enthusiastically.
“This isn’t the time for nostalgia, tell her thank you and get back. We need to be on the planet’s surface in 12 hours.”
Morse ignored him, and looked back at the two women. She put her gun down with a smirk. “You two stuck?” She asked, even though she knew the answer.
Darcy nodded.
“Then come on, I’m feeling nice today, we’ll give you a ride.”