At Hero's Bay

Trail of Stardust

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

𓄹 𝐘/𝐍 𓄼

Humans were so...interesting.

They required so many needless little things, creatures to strange habits, and told stranger jokes. Like; what's the purpose of three bottles of hair and body soap? Why not just enchant them into a single bottle while still containing all three separate functions? What are shampoo and conditioner? Is that what they're called?

Natasha smacks the bottles from her hands when she tries to combine the two substances, half-expecting some form of chemical combustion. The only inflicted pain was not a scorched face dark with goo and smoke, but her wrist became red and sore—yet they both laughed it off. Needless to say, it had been the most terrifying and anxious bath she'd ever experienced.

They talked of needless things, conferencing with each other between leisurely activities and what convincing reason they could draw up for coming back to Earth in such a bizarre fashion. Especially with an alien to guide them. Y/N mostly stayed quiet during those meetings, dawdling and ruminating silently on what she would say herself to the humans' superiors. They didn't sound like the friendliest of people, and Y/N had remembered that humans were fickle and timid creatures, a species that did not dare to step one toe out of line, and how quickly their confusion to turn into fear—so perhaps a greeting and a fruit basket was not the best idea. Standing by for validation, even when the meetings didn't end with a promising outcome, seem to be the only way to pass the time.

Grey Blood was adamant that he would spread his wings just as Y/N did, deciding to part from his brothers and sisters for their journey and do what he could to protect those aboard the Golden Comet. He flew up rampantly up the rafters and crawled restlessly within the vents. He took fondly to the company of humans but found that he was just as clueless of them as Y/N was.

Amisians had distinct characteristics from humans, down from their heels to the roots of their hair. They moved differently, too; rugged and careful, like every step counted. For someone—or something—like Y/N, it got easier to discern those kinds of things the longer she lived. But wisdom doesn't come easily to her anymore, and she continuously worries about diplomacy.

Stars came and went as colorful blurs behind a wall of glass and Y/N could not get enough of it. Any increment of light was halcyon until Y/N desired another form of entertainment than watching this twinkling void. It was a problem—her fickle and wild nature—and there was no sign of it stopping even if she flew throughout the universe countless times.

This lofty ambition; wanting to find a new place to call home made Y/N's churn. As she sat at the edge of the main lounge's settee, she rested a palm across her abdomen, tired of feeling its twist and coil. She couldn't escape that restless feeling, frowning behind the back of her hand after she tried to purge it out. Maybe the entity was too unruly or reactive than she thought?

Natasha came to her once, whispering sweet nothings to help take her mind off of the awful roil of her stomach. Although she assured the human that she was fine and that the malady was just an 'amisian problem', Natasha asserted herself and became somewhat of a meager friend. And for that, Y/N couldn't have been more grateful towards the human, even after she was feeling better enough to walk two days later.

"You feeling up for a spar? Or do you still feel like laying on your ass all day again?"

Natasha brandished her own fist, pounding it firmly against her other palm. She looked like she was gonna kill someone—as she was trained to do. The two made it a rule not to elaborate on the darker parts of their training, not verbally anyway. As Romanoff came leaning against the door frame of Y/N's quarters, she bit back a grin whilst holding back the strongest urge to launch her pillow in her face and deliver a feint. The still air as she stood seemed woozy as Y/N lifted herself from the cot, giving a prolonged stretch of her back before cocking a brow.