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natasha gives a slight hum at the acknowledgment that he doesn't know where Sam is or what's next. and she can relate to that on many levels. the not knowing what comes next. she hasn't known that for a while, instead, focusing on each day as it comes. life is easier that way along with a little less overwhelming.

the silence between them envelops her for a moment as she sips her drink, allowing it to settle between them comfortably. but as quickly as it's there, her head is turning, listening as he speaks, responding with an uneasy smile as she processes. "thank you, james. i'm glad that i'm here with you." she means it because as uneasy as she is in the world around her, this right here is familiar and comfortable.

"but don't go all soft on me now." eyes narrow slightly with a smile that twinkles despite the words that she speaks.

He finds it easy to talk to her, still. It’s been a good long while since they’ve actually sat down and had a real discussion, and yet the words flow from his mouth comfortably. He knows, somewhere deep embedded in him, that he’s not going to find judgement with her.

“I don’t know.” He answers both questions at once, a small shrug of his right shoulder. He thinks Sam is in DC, but he hasn’t heard from him. He will, at some point. If that means a friendly chat or gearing up, he won't know until he answers the phone.

“I wanna say something.” He says, after a long moment of extended silence– the type that doesn’t need to be filled. He’s filling it now, because he doesn't see the point in biting his tongue. He looks at her, something genuine in his gaze. “I’m really, really glad you’re here, Natalia.” He doesn’t mean just here, where they’re sitting, and he hopes she understands that.

imagine that you're given two options, both equally bad but one just a little less painful. live in hell and never see your children again, or live in hell and get to raise your children. a literal rock and a hard place, but for natasha, it was a no-brainer that she was going to pick the option that resulted in keeping the twins and watching them grow up. even if that meant having to live a lie. having to answer to the people she despised most of all. there were times when she tried to forget the chaos that they were living in, times when she was able to pretend that they were just the quintessential suburban families. spoilers, this wasn't one of those times.

there's a thoughtful sigh as natasha finds her way onto the edge of the bed, hands carefully placed into her lap as she considers the best answer. james was so much better at this part of parenting then she was. he'd had parents to base his parenting off... she'd had the red room. but she knows offering to have someone to take them out isn't an appropriate first reaction.

"these children have a way of being mean that is beyond anything we could know." it's a genuine answer despite knowing the world that they are living. "the situation we were put in does not make you any less real."

do better natasha.

"you are the farthest thing from fake. what brought this on?"

A   normal   life   was   never   going   to   be   easy   to   adjust   to.    She   knew   that   much   when   they   had   been   PLACED   in   the   town   for   security.    It   wasn't   even   the   matter   of   their   parents   leaving   from   time   to   time   when   missions   called   for   it.    It   was   the   fact   that   they   still   felt   like   the   odd   one   out   now   that   they   were   out.    Friends   were   hard   to   come   by   even   now   ,   which   had   ultimately   been   was   brought   the   young   girl   home   from   school   with   an   INTENSE   FOCUS   set   on   taking   her   to   the   confines   of   her   room.

The   knock   of   the   door   doesn't   STARTLE   her   ,   but   instead   pulls   her   from   the   mean   comment   that   they   had   seen   scribbled   on   their   locker.    The   same   one   that   had   stuck   in   their   memory   all   day   long.    Jaw   setting   tightly   before   granting   access   to   whoever   was   on   the   other   side   of   the   door.    Seeing   that   it   was   understandably   her   mother   ,   she   sighed   when   asked   if   she   wanted   to   talk.    At   least   this   part   seemed   100%   by   the   books   of   the   normal   American   family.    “   They   called   me   fake.   ”    She   finally   admitted   ,   hands   holding   one   of   the   teddy   bears   that   sat   posed   on   her   bed.    “   &   there   not   even   wrong.    None   of   them   have   the   slightest   clue   who   I   am.   ”

working on replies but also, who'd like a starter?

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  …

natasha nods, understanding the reaction, the uncertainty in her answer. for a moment, the redhead considers her options before electing to speak. "I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner, but the last thing I wanted to do was overwhelm you." justification for ignoring a child? great job, romanoff.

Since Tony brought her on, Ana has felt like the redhead had been avoiding her. This wasn't new; people didn't tend to notice her, so it wasn't really done on purpose. However, Tony clarified to Natasha who Ana was and her importance to him. So it was shocking when the woman spoke to her in a pretty friendly manner. It honestly took her aback. The blonde probably looked like a fish gasping for air before collecting herself enough to respond. "I'm…good, I guess?"

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ & ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏɢ ғᴏʀ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣 — 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇ & ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏs/ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, + 𝟸𝟷 ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs; ᴏᴄ, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴀᴜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ & ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ, ᴇsᴛ. 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻 & ʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹; 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊, 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙!

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ʙʏ @ᴊᴊᴄʀᴇ𝟾

*breaks the law* *duct tapes it back together*

give this a like for an edit of our muses.

*bites into ur shoulder at 2:43am while u sleep next to me to check if you're real*

“Liho? She just comes and goes, I don’t even pay attention to her. ”

ko-fi

mutuals are always welcome to bother nat on wire at madeofmarblex

REBLOG TO BE INCLUDED IN A MARVEL ROLEPLAY MASTERLIST

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Missionary, so we can continue the argument

don’t ship with me bc I will worship our ship and love on it every other second and when I’m not doing replies I will reblog things to fill our otp tag and I will message you lil things to reply to and cute headcanons and spine crippling anGST DONT DO IT I WARNED YOU

who needs memes?

100 INDULGENT TROPES

A collection of one hundred tropes of varying nature. Spiritual successor to my previous An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme. Some of these pair well together and can easily be sent in various combinations. Some are also highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

one muse steps protectively in front of the other

one muse tends to the other’s injury

one muse is not acting like themselves and the other has to snap them out of it

one muse kisses the other during an argument

one muse pins the other to a wall

one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist

one muse kisses the other on their neck or shoulder

one muse helps the other put on a necklace or tie

our muses aren’t supposed to be together but keep meeting anyway (on purpose or by accident)

our muses have a secret relationship

one muse takes a blow meant for the the other

one muse fights away enemies attacking the the other

one muse asks the other for their favor / a token before battle or a tourney

our muses share a night together believing it might be their last

our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal

our muses willingly marry for political reasons

our muses get married for love

our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision

one muse has taken the other captive

our muses are in love but one thinks they aren’t good enough for the other

our muses are forced to ally for a common goal

our muses are enemies or former enemies but have started to fall for each other

our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two

our muses are trying to manipulate each other

one muse is trying to manipulate the other

our muses have feelings for each other but have conflicting loyalties

our muses are friends but have started to fall for each other

our muses are childhood friends that have been slowly falling for each other over the years

one muse has been in love with the other for a long time but is afraid their feelings are not reciprocated

one muse is in love with the other but they are in a relationship with or engaged to another person

our muses engage in a courtly romance

one muse is a knight in service to the the other’s family

one muse seeks comfort from a loveless marriage with the other, their lover

one muse traces the other’s scars

one muse kisses the other in a moment of heightened emotion

one muse confides in the other in a vulnerable moment

our muses are in love but circumstances prevent them from being together

our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting

one muse confesses love to another after that person is injured

one muse confesses love to another because they believe they may die soon

our muses must share a bed

one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye

one muse places a hand at the back of the other’s neck to pull them extremely close

our muses have been hooking up, no strings attached

our muses have been hooking up, but one or both has developed deeper feelings

our muses are exes that hook up against their better judgement

one muse presumes the other is dead but is shocked when they show up alive again

one muse betrays their long held loyalties in order to save the other’s life from their own allies

our muses fake a relationship but have no actual interest in each other

our muses fake a relationship but start to genuinely fall for each other

one muse is known for their hard exterior and softens only in the other’s presence

one muse is the other’s weakness, something an enemy is trying to exploit

our muses are stuck somewhere together and must occupy their time

one muse has feelings for the other but has not acted on them due to their association with another character (a sibling / relative / ex / etc. ) or an organization

one muse is scared to act on feelings for the other due to poor experiences with love in the past

one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

one muse acts oblivious to the other’s feelings for them but really they are aware

one muse has unrequited feelings for the other

our muses are co-workers engaging in a hidden romance

one muse reveals one of their darkest secrets to the other

one muse comforts the other during an emotional breakdown

one muse calms the other from an intense rage

one muse’s family forbids them from seeing the other

our muses are in love but their friends / family do not support their relationship

one muse seeks redemption for past actions and comes to the other to atone

our muses regularly exchange letters

our muses move in together

our muses adopt a pet together

our muses have a child together

our muses adopt a child together

one muse discovers they are pregnant by accident

our muses have been set up by mutual friends

our muses have been set up by a matchmaker

our muses are in love with each other but are in denial

one muse is the other’s bodyguard / protector

one muse is royalty while the other is a commoner / rogue / societal outcast

one muse kisses the other for a bet

one muse relentlessly flirts with the other

our muses kiss for the first time ever

one muse wins a date with the other at an event

our muses dance together for the first time

one muse brushes their fingers through the other’s hair

one muse drunkenly confesses something to the other

our muses drunkenly hook up and wake up next to each other

our muses are roommates

our muses are partners in crime

one muse is a supernatural creature who falls for the other, who is a mortal

our muses are supernatural creatures from opposite clans or species that are historically hostile to each other

one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them

our muses cuddle for warmth

our muses run away together

one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other

our muses bathe together

our muses cook together

our muses cuddle in bed

one muse serenades the other

one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat

one muse physically lifts the other up

one muse protectively wraps an arm around the other

meet cute !

natasha romanoff edits 2/∞

Now  hush  little  baby  don't  you  cry  ,  everything's  gonna  be  alright.

“ 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.

there's a hum as she acknowledges that she is indeed standing before him. even if there are moments that she cannot believe it herself. "i suppose i should feel honored that you've come to see if i'm still alive. surely you had better things to do?" her voice is flat, lacking the usual sarcasm that would have once been littered with smirks as though she had just won the top prize. "we both know, i've always been far too stubborn for my own good, i wasn't going to be out that easily."

the books painted out a poetic fallacy of a romanticised red thread that connected people and brought them back into each others orbits time and time again.

the reality of the situation wasn't quite as refined; it was a red thread that lashed them together in spite of each other, tying them to a leaden anchor that would probably down them both in the end.

' i was never one for rumours, ' alexei offered after a few long moments, blue eyes raking over the woman a few metres away, ' i wanted to see for myself whether the stories were true or not. '

"[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears" says @sxrgeant

contrary to popular belief, there's nothing poetic about coming back from the dead. for natasha it was like being dipped in water from the top of her head to the toes on her feet. chills surrounding her when she found herself back on earth. remembering that she'd been falling and then suddenly she was home. she should be fortunate, she should consider it a blessing. that's what people kept telling her. but natasha can't—no matter how hard she tries—she can't find it in herself to feel anything but frustration that the sacrifice she had made and the peace she had believed she would find were gone. and then the sadness comes in waves that despite her best efforts, natasha can't find the joy to be reunited with the people who love her and mourned her.

time. anyone she told these feelings to had sworn that with time she would feel better. but how the hell would they know?

her eyes are raised, feeling as heavy as her heart, staring at him for a moment, almost unaware that she had been crying. there's a shaky exhale as the palms of her hands come up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry, james. i'm not much fun to be around these days."

maybe she needed to get back to work, find a place where she could do more good rather than staring at the four walls that surrounded her, claiming that she was retired.

@drekkavac pressed the ♥ for a starter

it doesn't take long for natasha to notice something is off, but it does take her a moment to decide how she wants to address it. "something must have really upset you, маленький один. want to tell me what's going on?"

need soft things for the rough day i've had. if you might be interested just give this a little like.

open starter for mutuals

safety came in many forms when entering natasha's home, it began with the utter darkness that consumed each room other than the light from the moon that crept through the curtains. there was the knife kept by the bedside, and the pistol between the mattress and the box spring. people there was the occasional piece of furniture that jutted just enough into a walkway to trip someone who wasn't aware of the layout. and there was the creak of the door that she hadn't felt the need to fix.

she sat in silence, unmoving, sleep still in her voice as she spoke to the intruder. "you've got a lot of nerve coming this late without a head's up."

April Kepner appreciation week’17: Day 2 - Hair Envy

how does a starter call sound?

mutuals are always welcome to bother nat on wire at madeofmarblex

whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

"One batch, two batch penny and dime. Here I come. Here I come."

#CONTRITIONED independent, selective, private, & mutuals only portrayal of FRANK CASTLE aka The Punisher of NMCU origin. not mcu or comic friendly. triggering content within. ©