Characters: Diana P./Wonder Woman | Natasha R./Black Widow | Hippolyta
Rating: T
Plot: After Natasha Romanoff's Quinjet crashes onto a strange hidden island populated by women warriors, she has to figure out a.) how to get off of it, and b.) who the hell these people are.
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~Natasha~
After yet another successful mission, Natasha was finally heading back home after a year undercover.
Out of the blue, a message popped up saying that all engines, including the backup, had suddenly failed. Checking the ID of the Quinjet, she realized that this was the defective one that had an issue with the engines suddenly failing. Why S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her this one, she didn't know.
Natasha looked out of the window, hoping to see some land. All she saw was water. And it wasn't even pretty or anything!
As she tried to keep the plane from completely nose diving into the water, the air around the jet seemed to shimmer. And when she looked out the window again, there was an island. And not just any island.
This one had beautiful, intricate buildings that seemed to be made of gold, pristine turquoise water lapping against golden shores, and a tall mountain overlooking the golden city.
Natasha took a deep breath. "I hope these people are friendly, 'cause I might destroy one of their flower fields." she muttered under her breath as she swerved to avoid a cliff. She was now parallel to a pathway lined with people who turned to watch as the jet approached an empty field.
Natasha pulled in for the landing, hoping that the landing gears would function. Spoiler alert: they didn't. The plane skidded through the once pristine field, leaving a trail of dirt behind it.
When it finally stopped, Natasha reached for her favorite gun and flicked off the safety. She hoped it wouldn't come to shooting the people who lived on this pretty island, but it wouldn't be the first time she had to shoot her way out of a situation. Definitely.
Diana had been in the main marketplace, examining a lovely set of armor, when she saw something huge hurtling towards her. A plane. Her heart gave a little twang as she remembered Steve. But that was nearly 80 years ago. Was this some kind of repeat?
There was smoke trailing from the engines as it screamed towards a large field of flowers.
She dropped the armor and began to run towards the nearest horse.
Natasha heard the telltale sound of horse hooves galloping towards her crash site. So they traveled by horse here. Made sense...kind of.
Based on the sound of the hooves, she would say about twenty people were headed her way. She reached down towards the guns holstered on her thigh and pulled out another so that she had a gun in each hand. She was ready.
When the sounds of horses drew to a close and the sound of people hopping off the horses was heard, she made a split-second decision and pressed herself into the shadows.
A woman dressed extravagantly in that white-robe outfit that the Greeks liked to wear underneath a fur cape with a golden helmet and spear walked in, followed by a stunning woman with dark hair dressed in armor that seemed to be really uncomfortable. It was made out of some kind of metal (vibranium maybe?) and pressed tight against her breasts, kind of like a Kevlar vest that left lots of skin exposed. She had two golden cuffs on her wrists.
The two women slowly approached the pilot's chair. "There's nobody." the dark haired woman stated. Her accent was strange. It kind of sounded Israeli, with a hint of Greek mixed in. Natasha couldn't quite place it.
"That's right, there's nobody in the pilot's chair. But there is me." Natasha said calmly, emerging from the shadows. Her guns were held loosely in her hands, though in a blink she could have a bullet in the heads of each of the women.
Both of them spun towards her. The dark haired woman's eyes were glistening with a bit of tears, and her body language was jerky and almost reluctant. There was a story here. And Natasha intended to figure it out.
Trying to break the suddenly awkward silence, Natasha said, "Okay, is this like a simulation or something that Fury put me in? Because this is really fucking weird."
The woman with the gold crown, who Natasha decided to call Goldie for now, wasn't amused. "What?"
"Okay where the hell am I? And girl, that armor may protect, but I'm guessing it's uncomfortable as hell." Natasha asked, confused.
Dark hair, who she decided was gonna be Moody, relaxed ever so slightly. There was a twinkle of a grateful smile in her eye, something Natasha would dwell on a bit later. "You're on Themyscira." she said softly.
Instantly, facts flooded Natasha's mind. This was the Greek island where the Amazonian warriors lived, hidden from the world. And this woman was wearing a gold helmet.
"Queen Hippolyta, forgive me for any damage I may have caused." Natasha apologized, dropping to one knee.
The Queen's eyes twinkled. "No need for such formalities. I'm guessing you know who my daughter is, too?"
"Yes. Diana, Princess of the Amazons." Natasha nodded.
"Well since you know who we are, who are you?"
"Natasha. Natasha Romanoff."
"Well Natasha, let's get you patched up a bit. And then we'll have to put you into the Sparring Pit to see if you can stay on this island." Hippolyta smiled.
A/N: Please R&R!