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「 ROSS. 」

“Of course I do,” Ross is quick to reply, obviously defensive. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll be fine.”

❝  — at the very least, perhaps bring somebody with you, little comrade?  ❞  it’s not pity in the romanoff’s expression, rather mutual understanding. yet any child of the avengers is a child of natasha’s own, dear to her heart, and so she’s adamant in ensuring every single one is properly taken care of. safe. as best as she can manage.  ❝  my afternoon is clear. i can accompany you today, hm? a little aunt and nibling bonding? but tell me, little one, what exactly do you intend to do today?  ❞

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「 STEPHANIE. 」

“ who do you think you are? “ // @agentromancff

was this chick serious? stephanie looked down at her chest –– where a yellow bat symbol was clearly emblazoned across her bust, stark against the black and purple uniform. oh god… what if people still don’t recognize her, even after all this time? that was definitely worse.

covering up the lapse of self-doubt with humour, a clear coping mechanism hardened through the years, she lifted crystalline eyes to meet the redhead and plastered on her best camera-ready smile. “well, i’m CLEARLY superman.” emphasizing the point by widening her stance, hands on the hips, flexing just to resemble the blue boy scout. “how can i help you, young lady?”

jesus, she really was a loser.

natasha   ───   had not meant it quite this way. not really. not exactly. though it’s painfully obvious to the trained eye that the younger girl sought to build up her own BRAVADO, clearly festering in her own self-doubt. questioning her inadequacy? perhaps. but the widow has neither the time nor patience to console a young adult on the qualms of self-identity. instead, a simper, made of scarlett lips and glittering emeralds, weaves into her features, a webbing of amusement.  ❝  right. a little boy scout. it suits you. ❞  

she wastes not another moment, instead gloved fingers coil around the hilt of her gun and instantaneously it’s unsheathed. safety off, bullet point aimed at the masked crusaders  (  ha. she thinks she’s funny  )  in the self-proclaimed scout’s blind spot  (  the question had been rhetorical, anyhow. natasha’s time spent dating bruce means she had all too familiarized herself with his little network of children and teenage bat members. and access to his not-so-humble-abode provided her with apt resources to do so  ).  ❝  you can perhaps start by telling me why these men want to kill you. ❞

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「 HAYDEN. 」 

It always annoyed Hayden how something can look so simple down on paper, but once you go out to exercise a plan something goes wrong. It can’t ever just be easy — even though he thought so considering the two of them were both super-soldiers. He groans as he pulls on his torn up gloves. He’s going to need to replace these, and he just got them too. Another irritation.

Hayden raises an eyebrow, ultimately he trusts her a lot more than most people. He looks over at the people that took them captive, and he just smirks as he looks at Natasha. He gets the hint, and he’s standing up, a swift hit to the back of one of the men catches them off guard. He turns around trying to swing, but Hayden was much too fast for him. He takes him down with ease, and not breaking a sweat. “Well he wasn’t prepared for THAT.”

and they fall into a procession of beatings, a symphony of perfectly timed moves as the widow flips, chair bound tightly still to her frame, collapsing the legs atop a guard’s spine and freeing herself from captivity. she’s quick to shimmy out of the metal restraints, a subtle crack of broken thumbs as she slips her wrists free, then pops them back into place. her smirk, then, is a masterpiece in its own right, predatory, dangerous. FERAL. the accompanying  ❝  hey sailor,  ❞  as the romanoff poises herself atop another guard’s shoulders, is a death sentence, the widow building momentum with each spin, then throwing him to the ground and lunging off with a roll. 

deft fingers retrieve an listless male’s gun, and within a fleeting moment the safety clicks off and death meets the eyes of each soldier now held at gunpoint. there’s no doubts in her mind that hayden’s equally successful in his own endeavours, and she waits a moment before pressing her spine up to his own back, covering each others blind spots now.  ❝  ── nyet, he wasn’t. how about we get out of here now, hm?  ❞

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「 SEND ME A ᕤ…. ⋮  @hauntedcrusader. 」⋮

「   48 ⋮  →  ❝  i’ve completely fallen for you. ❞   」

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「 SEND ME A ᕤ…. ⋮  @cfchanging. 」⋮

「   132 ⋮  →  ❝  do you have any idea what they’ll do to you?! ❞   」

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「 STEVE. 」

When Steve had been buried beneath a layer of ice, dead to the world and to all those he loved within it, he had time to think. He had time to think about the life he had lived, the people he had lost, and the life he would have lived if he had only survived. And then, when SHIELD had found his body a mere seventy years later – cold, frozen and almost-lifeless –  he’d awoken to a new world without those he had come to love. He had woken in a world without any place to call home.

But now, he has a home. He has friends, and he has a family. Children to call his own, friends that will never leave his side – he is finally home.

Home has taken a while to get to, though, and it’s been one hell of a journey too. And now, as he walks down the familiar path from his apartment to the community college he teaches at, he allows himself a moment to take it all in.

Until someone smacks right into him.

Not realizing he’s been blocking the way for this one individual, he says, “’m sorry, ‘m sorry. Didn’t realize I was blockin’ the way.” And then, he notices the array of items the other person has dropped and immediately bends down to help pick them up. “I swear to God, I get real clumsy in the morning. I apologize once again for – uh. This.”

children, natasha romanoff knows, are often clumsy. college students? not any better. both groups have the attention span of a bread loaf, easily distracted by whatever device is inserted before their eyes at any given times, and, in the case of the latter, oft still find their blood pumping with the drug of the day: be it nicotine, marijuana, alcohol, caffeine, or perhaps something stronger. there’s thus nothing close to surprise in the widow’s unenthused expression as one of these very students, preoccupied with their gaze trained on what natasha can only presume to be some form of social media, collides with the man of the hour: one particular steve rogers. 

should she interfere? perhaps in a moment, natasha offers the two a brief pause of engagement, apologies exchanged, before allowing herself to step out of the shadows, hands buried in her sweatshirt pockets as she strides forward. casual wear — ill-fitting sweats and a drooping beanie — characterize her outfit for the afternoon, a simple but effective means of blending in with the young adults around them, yet she doubts steve will be quite so easily deceived. nonetheless, she smirks in his direction, tilts her jaw down in a head nod of acknowledgement, and cocks a brow to the still-baffled ( and clearly inebriated ) student.  ❝  — if you’ll excuse us, little one, your professor here was about to show me the way to the archaeology department. so i could pick up a fossil. ❞  her brow arch is pointed, amusement dancing across her lips as one hand reaches to squeeze at the captain’s shoulder.  ❝  — you doing alright, steve? you seem even more out of it than these depraved, college students. ❞

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「 FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. ⋮  @seizcd.  」⋮

「   ❝  →  Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?  ❞  」⋮

❝  — why, indeed?  ❞  echoes the widow as the flesh of her wrists signal for her attention, rubbed raw from metal and twine. it was intended to be an easy outing, something through which the two super soldiers could engage together — tracking and ELIMINATING a local crime lord, on the request of shield, due to his possession and trafficking of classified research, should have been an easy task. and yet — now she finds herself in a new predicament ───  things going so fucking wrong, as hayden eloquently phrased it. 

though, in quite the black widow fashion, natasha romanoff, in all actuality, had orchestrated their capture  ──  upon granting the target with an image that the agents, themselves, are vulnerable, their supposed captees oft drop their guard — the perfect opportunity for a counterstrike.  ❝  or perhaps things are about to go very, very right. ❞  she offers no other incentive but a subtle tilt of her chin, a muted indication for hayden to act now, if he so chooses.

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「 FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. ⋮   @mcnorgod. 」⋮

「   ❝  →  it’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.  ❞  」⋮

now — isn’t that the truth? and if the black widow had surreptitiously slipped a dollop of poison into the now deceased man’s old fashioned? well. it wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it? whether it makes thor an accomplice to the murder or not is up to debate, but natasha romanoff nothing if not AUSPICIOUS in the implementation of her assignments. and, besides, she should be at the bottom of the suspect list for this . . .  untimely event of the soirée. after all, it is just a gala. and she is just an eligible bachelorette and arm candy of the beloved god of thunder, is she not?

❝ ─── you’re right, thor. this is turning into quite the party, ❞ muses she with the twirl of a lock of hair about her fingertip. she’s pointed in her gaze remaining transfixed upon the god’s own eyes, instead of trailing to the scene of unruly chaos now transpiring around them. ❝  ────── and yet in an unfortunate turn of events, the party appears to be over. why don’t we return to your place for a little fun, hm?  ❞

and. there’s her code, coupled with two, blatant pats of her hand to his muscled chest, natasha ( in an unimpressive, brown wig and fashioned with blue coloured contacts ), intertwines her fingers with thor’s own and veers towards the exit of the château.

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FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. ⋮   @agvnt. 」⋮

「   ❝  →  let’s make a fucking baby.  ❞  」⋮

❝  — excuse me?  ❞

maria hill should know better. shouldn’t she?  then again.  perhaps her own quick wit and sardonicism have a tendency to obscure the extent of natasha’s DISCOMFORT when it comes to discussions about. babies. pregnancy. poor choice of words?  arguably so. but the widow’s eyes offer no semblance of an indiction something is amiss  —  no twitch of a vein falls out of her proprioceptive control. no heartbeat out of pace. no shift to her gaze. instead, she keeps her breathing steadied as fingers interlace at the nape of maria’s neck, a sculpted brow arches. a glittering smirk curves  ─  dark,  seductive.

❝  ── is that an innuendo, agent? or have you genuinely found another child you wish to parent?  ❞

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⎣ elena satine, cisfemale, she/her ⎤I just saw [ NATASHA ROMANOFF ] walking around new york. they’re [ 112/LOOKS LIKE 30ish ] years old and go by [ BLACK WIDOW ]. they had kids with [ MARIA HILL ] and I’ve heard they’re [ IN A CIVIL PARTNERSHIP ]. they’re also [ AN AGENT OF SHIELD ]. at their best they’re [ STRATEGIC & INTREPID ] but at their worst they can be [ MANIPULATIVE & CIRCUMSPECT ]. ( ty, she/her, 21, est )

{ trigger warnings : mentions/implications of death, abuse, alcoholism, violence/murder, pregnancy, hospitals, war, & mental illness }

last intro for the day. im sure everyone knows the loml aka natasha romanoff so i tried to keep this mostly headcanon & relevant information based~ 

ABOUT NAT //

because im very upset about what the mceu did to my poor baby,,,, they did her DIRTY guys,,,,, my nat is much more heavily influenced by the comics

this means shes much more of a hardened, elite super spy, more cold and callous, etc... 

so here’s a brief recap of my version of nat’s backstory that i’ll be using: 

it’s sort of a combination of both origin stories. 

so i imagine. 

shes related to the last ruling czars of russian

when the place she was living in caught fire, her mother tossed her out the window and ivan caught her. he raised her as his foster daughter. he turned her over to the red room and she was raised & trained by them

she has false memories conditioned into her mind through psychoactive drugs, conditioning videos, hypnosis, and torture, of her cover story outside of the red room. aka as a dancer for bolshoi theatre. but she also learned ballet in the red room. 

after her red room training was complete, natasha worked for the KGB and was set up in an arranged marriage with her first late husband, alexi

she was told her husband died in a rocket crash, and donned for herself the alias black widow

it’s later revealed that all this happened when she was very young, natasha left at some point and married her second husband on a battlefield at war. where she confessed to being pregnant. she gave birth to her baby on the battlefield, rose, who was born a stillborn because of the serum and experiments that altered natashas physiology and rendered her incapable of having children 

her life’s been a constant string of. getting Fuckt Over by people. ivan at some point attempts to seduce her, plants nanites in her that spread to every person she touched, then every person they touched, and turned them into merciless monsters who started beating each other to death. shes been brainwashed by her masters countless times. and i mean,,, her entire training as a child revolved around her growing up to be a seductress and assassin which,,, okay nat. my poor baby. 

she tries very hard to be better. but at the same time she’s still,,, she does really shady shit sometimes i mean,,, she surgically removed her face and swapped it with yelena belovas,,, to give the woman a mental breakdown and convince her that shes natasha,,,,

soooooo here’s more about where i see her personality wise and where shes at in life rn:

if anyones read the 2019 Black Widow series, thats a pretty good indication of the kind of natasha romanoff i’ll be writing 

i listed her as cisfemale but ive always headcanoned that natasha would love the opportunity to explore gender in a more diverse way, ideally as a more genderfluid character, since she’s constantly had femininity shoved down her throat and was forced to weaponize it. but it’d take being around the right people and being in the right environment where she was comfortable to let down those walls. aka. might take a hella long time so it’s probably something i’ll explore with her in the future 

canonically natashas gone off to fight rebels in wars when she’s needed someplace to get out her black widow training and conditioning and murder impulse. i hc that she probably falls off the grid and goes to war every now and then to fight. it’s hard to have a family when she’s constantly fighting her conditioning and trying to repress her innate instincts to kill. between nat and maria, nat was,,, oddly enough probably the more absent parent of the two 

nat loves motorcycles. and guns. she also has a bad habit of stealing everyones clothes because she rarely wears anything of her own 

she has an issue with attachment. to the point she literally refused to admit she was adopting her cat, liho. but she’s started making an effort for maria and her family’s sake -- though she hates feeling like she has attachments to things/things that can be used against her. so she gets kind of. weird about it sometimes. 

no one knows about rose or her marriage save for a handful of people -- aka someone who had found out about it and blackmailed her with it. aka the daughter of the person who helped her deliver the baby on the battlefield. nat is also really weird with babies for this reason. 

my nat is an alcoholic. she’ll never admit it though. in the comics she drinks,,, every day. every time that she comes home from an assignment, she drinks. usually its wine but she’ll often go for harder stuff (typically russian stuff) when wine isn’t enough. 

it’s very rarely depicted in the comics (likely because she covers it up with sfx makeup) but nat has a red room tattoo on her left shoulder. she cant bring herself to remove it, because she wears her black widow name also like a badge of pride. she’s reclaimed everything that’s happened to her -- that tattoo is no different 

nat very rarely wears jackets. she doesnt need to. she got used to training in the bitter russian winter wearing next to nothing -- she’s very acclimated to the cold. 

she has flashbacks, particularly pregnancy related. also canon in the comics -- when she got injured in her stomach she had a ptsd episode of her stillbirth 

similar to my hc about her gender tho natasha hates bra shopping and hates bras in general. unless theyre sports bras. she finds them so uncomfortable and will only really wear them with the intention of seducing someone

i think the most important aspect of my nat tho is that she never does anything for just one reason. it could be the most simple action like. eating eggs for breakfast. but theres going to be a million and one explanations for why she specifically to eat x amount of eggs cooked x way on x day at x time for x meal. this is even more evident in relationships. sure, she does things out of the “goodness of her heart” but there’s always going to be ulterior (not necessarily malicious tho) motives to it, too. nothing is ever just. surface level with her. 

oh yeah shes also the worst person (or best depending on your perspective) person to bring to a party i mean,,, playing truth or dare? ur Fuckt. playing card games? look at that Poker Face n her ability to read people. playing board games? say hello to a master tactician who also happens to be a perfectionist overachiever and one of the most competitive ppl in the world thx

anyways thanks for reading all my rambles about my little murder baby aka the actual love of my life. i’ll probably remember more headcanons as time goes on. but thats all i can think of at the moment!! so yesss i cant wait to bring my murder baby to you to awkwardly and anti-socially love you all in her own way.  

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