[ As soon as he's slowed down, Natasha steps onto the roof, settling down to literally (and figuratively) catch her breath. It's still raining up here, but there's less of that red dust, and she takes a second to survey the area below. The city can't really be called that anymore. From what Natasha can see, it's dilapidated and ruined, much like the city she'd stepped out into before waking up here. It's difficult to see through the red haze, but Natasha can make out more of the violent offenders, stalking through the storm like wolves.
Her brow furrows, and she's all but forgotten that she's not up here alone — that she got up here somehow. But the idea that a flying carpet even exists is — well. It'll take her a second to wrap her head around it. ]
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Her brow furrows, and she's all but forgotten that she's not up here alone — that she got up here somehow. But the idea that a flying carpet even exists is — well. It'll take her a second to wrap her head around it. ]
What the hell is going on?