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433. does anyone here not have amnesia?

Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ...whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into...something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now--that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

Natasha Romanoff | Marvel Movieverse


[It's a credit to Bruce's self control that he didn't Hulk out after the crash. Or maybe they just hit that wall too fast for him or the Hulk to react inside of him. Either way, when he comes to, Bruce is still himself as he tries to blink away the stars flying in front of his vision and pull himself painfully off the dashboard. slowly sinks in that...he's in the passenger seat. Where was Natasha?? He quickly looks over to see an empty seat and the windshield broken right through. He can't remember if she was wearing her seatbelt but it doesn't matter now. Bruce starts pulling on the door handle to try and get himself out of the car to look for her, calling as coherently as he can] Natasha? Natasha?!

[She could feel the warmth of the blood trickling down her temple, but she couldn't remember how it had got there. She had managed to get to her feet, the neck to toe leather probably the only reason she was relatively unscathed. But the head wound...

The redhead whimpered, turning at the sound of a voice that made its way through the ringing in her ears. She couldn't recognise the name he was calling. 'Natasha'? Was that someone else that had been hurt? She quickly looked around but regretted it immediately as her knees threatened to give out from under her and the sky started to tip towards the ground.]

[Bruce hurried out of the car as fast as he could on wobbly legs, moving towards her to catch her before she could hit the ground.] Got you...

[She was whole and had been standing a minute ago, that was promising. Ignoring his own scrapes and bumps, he started checking her over. The worst looked like her head where she was still bleeding. He gave her a worn smile, his hand supporting the back of her neck as he had her half in his lap.] You ok? Does your head hurt? Follow my finger... [Bruce moves two fingers slowly back and forth in her field of vision.]

[She was grateful for the held, but as she looked up at the man and frowned, she realised she couldn't understand what he was saying. His lips were moving, sound was coming out but even as the ringing in her ears started to fade, nothing he said was sinking in.

A burst of Russian came forth as she tried to explain that she didn't know what had happened, that it was just her head. She followed his finger, frowning again so that she could concentrate. Was he a doctor? Did that make her a doctor? But doctors didn't run around in leather. And he seemed hurt like she was.]

[Bruce winced at the stream of Russian, only knowing enough to pick out the word "head". He tries what few words he does know, which are "stop" and "friend"....and he thinks he is saying help but his pronounciation is so bad, it sounds like "frog"]

[Her eyebrows went up slightly as she caught the "frog" but she bit her lip, stopping just like he'd asked his friend. She was his friend. Tears welled up as she realised the true meaning of her situation started to sink in. She had no idea who she was, and she had no idea how to communicate with this man if his struggle with her language was anything to go by.]

scuse the fact that betty is in the picture

[He felt equally as bad, she was obviously distraught so much she was talking in Russian. Bruce wraps his arms around her to hug her, trying to talk calmly and slowly, hoping some of his tone is going to carry over] It's ok, calm down, Natasha. I'm ok, your ok...yes? Er... [he points at her, using the word for friend again] Tovarich ok, da?

[He wipes away the blood on his forehead, hoping that someone would be along soon to pick them up. They must have noticed the lack of communication by now.]

Aww, it's fine <3

[She nearly wrestled with him at first, but the fear was starting to overtake her the more she realised she had no idea who she was, or even who he was. She relaxed in his arms, shifting to get hers around him in return as she started to tremble. She nodded as he pointed.] Da, da... Tovarich.

[But she soon curled into him again, seeking refuge. Another string of Russian escaped, punctuated by sobs as she tried hopelessly to tell him that she didn't know who she was. That she had no memory.]

Re: Aww, it's fine <3

[He sighs, giving up on his few broken Russian words. There's no way he can keep up] Yeah, I know, I'm not feeling the greatest either. Wish I knew more Russian than I do, but frankly I've had more luck with spanish.

[He just keeps talking and holding her, hoping some of it was making sense to her. Bruce didn't understand why she wasn't switching back to English but hopefully once she calmed down, she could manage the switch]

Um...your head? [He points to the corresponding spot on his own head and then carefully smooths back a lock of red hair to see how bad a gash she has] Does it hurt? [He tries to mime pain but he was never any good at charades. She can probably see the busted car from here now that they were both sitting up on the pavement]

[Her gaze slides past him to see the car and the broken windshield but still nothing triggers her memory. But there's something now about the way he's talking. Like it's not complete gibberish. She feels like it's right there on the edge of her mind but she can't quite grab onto it. She should be able to understand.

She makes another face, growling in frustration before she holds up a hand in apology and then just nods. There's pain. He might be bad at charades, but she gets it. It's her charades that's going to be the real challenge. She pointed to herself and then him before she held up her hands in a shrug. Then she pointed to her temple and mimed another shrug before trying to wave her hand like she was indicating a flat line - there was nothing. She didn't know who she was, she didn't know who he was.]

[He was starting to suspect...and hoping he was wrong. He mines for her to stay and gets himself up painfully to limp towards the smashed car. It takes him a bit to get the door open and to pull the first aide kit out. Bruce comes back with this to sit next to her, cracking an icepack and putting it against her head for her to hold.]

Don't worry, Natasha. They'll be coming for us soon, we just have to sit tight. [He works on making her a bandage first, he can doctor himself later]

[She held the ice pack to her head as he wanted, watching him work. But her mouth was a thin line and with her free hand she reached out to touch his arm close to wear a large bruise and a series of cuts was. Guilt flashed across her features. She felt bad that he had to ignore his own wounds for her sake, even if she was appreciative that he knew what he was doing.

She opened her mouth to say something and then promptly shut it before she fell quiet. After a moment she pointed to herself.]


Oh... [Now he understood fully what the problem was, she could probably read the realization in his face. Bruce pauses from putting the bandage on her forehead and nods slowly.] Yes, that's you. [Amnesia, what could he do to help her remember...he has a lopsided smile as he puts a hand to his chest, feeling silly re-introducing himself] Bruce.

[A smile flickers on her lips as she sees the realization, pleased that at least she had finally gotten something across to him. The language barrier was still frustrating. She still had this feeling like she did know what he as saying or that she was supposed to.

She pointed at herself again, and then him.]
Natasha. Bruce. Tovarich.

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