TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[alloys]

Tony's tensely held breath went out of him with the gunshot. Reality erupted around them, and they're back on the battlefield. She did it. She ended the dream.

She shot Clint.

There would be time to worry about the implications of that later, though. They're back in the middle of war now, and the Shifter was still standing. He instinctively raised a repulsor at the cultist. He tried to shout, tried to get her to snap to it, but out of the dream his voice was gone again. Dammit.

If she didn't fire, he would.

[widows_kiss]

It took her longer to respond than it should, and even lifting her head, raising her arm, seemed to take such an immense amount of strength that she wasn't sure she was capable of it. But she did. She lifted her hand, her gun, and emptied the rest of her bullets into the cultist's face without a single flinch.

The body slumped over to the ground, lifeless, and Natasha stared at it, her expression impassive, purposefully blank. Although there was something not right in her gaze, something off, and her movements were stilted as she holstered her pistol once more. Pushed herself to her feet again.

She didn't look at Tony.

[alloys]

This would be a really damn convenient time to get his voice back. He should say something. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise - what would he even say, if he could? Apologies were far too hollow for something like this.

Killing your most important person wasn't something that could be rubbed away with words.

He tried to catch her gaze though, a question in his eyes. He wanted to make sure she was stable enough to fight before they headed back into the fray.

[widows_kiss]

She took a deep breath, trying to focus, trying to center herself. Doing her best to push this out of her mind for now. Because she didn't have the indulgence of time and safety to deal with it. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking another deep breath, her hands limp at her sides. A shudder swept through her and then she opened her eyes again, careful facade slipping into place once more, held firmly in control.

She turned her head then, meeting his gaze for a moment, her lips pressed in a thin line.

"Thank you. I..." She wasn't sure what she wanted to say. What she needed to say. She shook her head, trying to push away that last glimpse of... No.

"Don't tell Clint," is what she said instead, looking up once more, meeting Tony's gaze, and there was something quietly pleading in her look despite the simple words.

[alloys]

He watched her carefully before nodding. It wasn't his story to tell, even if he could. Hell, Pepper still didn't know about his encounter with a Dream Shifter, and if Natasha didn't think Clint needed to know, Tony definitely wasn't about to overstep that boundary.

[widows_kiss]

She nodded once, the movement a little abrupt, but at least appearing solid and steady. Taking another deep breath, she met his gaze. "Thank you," she said again, because she owed him for that. Another thing she took seriously.

[alloys]

Another nod of acknowledgement. She would have done the same if it were him - he's just glad things went the way they had. Because even for how shaken she was now, things could have been much, much worse.

He gestured toward the fight. They should get back out there.

[widows_kiss]

She reloads her handgun with swift efficiency, her jaw clenched as she nodded in understanding to his silent message.

"I really hate cultists," she muttered, knowing he understood. Maybe better than most, if his expression was anything to go by. "I owe you," she added a moment later, but she didn't stick around to get a response, because the sounds of fighting were growing louder and closer again and she really needed the distraction.

Everything else could wait for later. Right now they had a fight to win. She didn't hesitate or look back as she dropped herself back into the thick of it.