Natasha Romanoff Edits 2/∞

“ THE BLACK WIDOW ”— the men who trained her threw the title around like a slur. claimed no man could resist, much less survive her. but she wore it like a medal. one that only she had the COURAGE to earn.

𝒐𝒉  𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?   i'm  getting  old  &  i  need  something  to  rely  on.   𝒔𝒐  𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍  𝒎𝒆  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  ,  𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆  𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂  𝒍𝒆𝒕  𝒎𝒆  𝒊𝒏.   i'm  getting  tired  &  i  need  somewhere  to  begin  …

what is nat's love pawsona?

tagged by: @blkhcrt tagging: all of you!

i can control myself. i’m more powerful than you ever were. ©

@contritioned pressed the ♥ for a starter

there's the smallest smile that graces her lips as she spots him, but as quickly as it's appeared, it's gone. as if the whole look had been a figment of imagination — a trick of the light. "if you tell me what's going on, there's a better chance that i can help you."

i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t come back and say let’s do the darn thing. press the heart to talk shipping with nat, priority will be given to those willing to interact and develop both ic / ooc. pre-established or building relationships both welcome.

@starkfauxpas pressed the ♥ for a starter

she knew what it was like... to be a child carrying so much resentment that it festered to the point of no return. for that reason, the moment she'd seen ana, natasha had been careful to not make too much eye contact. beyond the fact of not making her feel uncomfortable, she also wanted to ensure that she didn't draw more attention that she knew ana didn't want. a few minutes had passed before she nodded her head, "how's it going, kid?"

life hack to roleplaying with me: if you’ve got a fucked up idea there’s a 8234768123763712% chance i’ll go for it. seriously. don’t test me.

@badgerops pressed the ♥ for a starter

for a moment it's as if she doesn't know that he's there, her body doesn't move, her lips don't open. but then there's a hum of acknowledgment before she tilts her head slightly to talk over her shoulder without really looking at him. of course, she'd known he was there, she'd known he wasn't a threat. "what brings you knocking on my door? i'm not much help these days. haven't you heard — i'm retired.