comment_fic | Friday: Independence

Hello, everyone. I’m

argentum_ls, with my last day pinch-hitting for the week, and today's theme is independence, in honor of the US Independence Day. Prompts can be anything about independence, from the concept itself, to celebrating (or not) a holiday dedicated to the idea, to serving on a boat/ship with that name, to any other interpretation.

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+Arrow, Sara/Nyssa, The only difference is that, this time, she had a choice.
+H2O: Just Add Water, Emma (or any/all of the other mermaids), The discovery of a way to get wet without growing tails changes everything.
+Forever Knight, LaCroix+/Nick, They've always had very different ideas about what independence means.

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From:

evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe

There are bonds, though some would call them much worse. Natasha ignores them, and accepts her payments, and does her job. That her job is destroying people, killing, some would call it out-right murder, that is her choice.

Isn't it?

But there is only so much death that one can deal before questions arise. Why this man, and not that? Why kill at all?

"You take liberties," she's told.

Liberties taken, she's punished. Reminded of the bonds. The shackles. The chains.

Her queries become silent, though she still questions. And now, she plans, and considers, and plans some more. And when it's time, she walks away, leaving destruction in her wake.

The flames explode skyward, painting the clouds in shades of red and gold and orange. The men who taught her are gone. And another future waits for her in her rebirth.

[My first time writing anything for Natasha...I hope it works.]