#❛ we can catch up on old times ❜ ▬ ( natasha romanoff headcanon. )

[ircnwrought]

talking to @whistlewidow​ on disco and we came up with nat’s powers for the boys au i have and i’m dying

nat has longevity and super strength,  yes,  but what really made her vought’s go-to assassin is her ability to poison anything at will with a touch (blades,  skin,  etc).   with medical attention,  those wounds can maim,  but won’t always be fatal.  a poisoned kiss from her, however,  will always result in death.

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Dottie Underwood <3

A: Realistic

Based on this meta I wrote a bit ago

Dottie is missing teeth. She says she’s pulled her own teeth, burned her own flesh with a blowtorch, and pulled out her own hair, but we don’t see any of it. No burn scars, no spotty patches of hair, no missing teeth. But based on what we know about the Black Widow program and just how much they can tolerate, I’d be willing to bet she is missing teeth. Not back ones either, maybe fourth from the front, one of her canines. You can see it when she smiles; just another reason why she prefers those ominous close-lipped smiles.

B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

I love the headcanon that when Peggy became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., she found Dottie and made her an asset. Not an actual converted agent like Natasha, but a contractor. Their cat and mouse game just keeps going until they’re well into middle age, but Dottie just. keeps. flirting with her. The year is 1975. Dottie swans into S.H.I.E.L.D., and plops down in the director’s office, who looks completely unfazed by this. “Pegs you will never guess what the FUCK is happening in Russia, let’s go burn down the FBI building.” “No, Dottie.”

C: heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

She eventually does end up back at the Widow facility where she was trained. Whether it’s with a S.H.I.E.L.D. raid, or because she was summoned by Leviathan, she has to go back to the place that took her childhood. When she gets there, she passes by the rooming area where she slept. She catches sight of the bed she slept in, and the one next to it where her only friend stayed. She remembers the girl’s desperate final words, and the feeling of her neck snapping beneath her own eight-year-old hands.

D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own

She helps Peggy take down the Red Room years before Natasha Romanoff is even born. She leads the agents to that horrible place, and when it’s time to send the building up in flames, Peggy hands her the match herself.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

[a-simple-imagine]

Team Cap

Requested by Anonymous: “Civil war imagine with fem!reader and natasha where they're on opposing teams and there's some delicious angst where the reader says "the next person to ask me about Natasha is gonna lose their legs." A bit of established relationship.”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Words: 1.9k+

Trigger Warning - Swearing

A/N - I want to make it clear i was and always will be team iron man. 

Headcanon that Tony buys you iron man merch for every birthday, Christmas, etc.

"If we sign these accords I'll never be able to use my powers again," You groan loudly as you pushed yourself up on the couch. Steve heading in your direction with two colourful mugs in hand. He sits in the armchair to the right of you, passing over the mug with Iron Man's face on. Tony had bought you it for your last birthday; God only knows why. Why would you possibly want a mug that had Iron Man's face on? In all fairness, though you did use it a lot.

"Then don't," Steve insists, his shoulders rising in a casual little shrug. You rolled your eyes completely dismissing his words.

"That wouldn't be an option,"

"They can't force you to sign. Do whatever you think is right," Steve replies. You blow softly on the top of your tea before taking a small sip. He was right, even if the accords came into play they couldn't make you sign it but then there would be a penalty. You'd be working outside the law. A criminal but a just one at that.

"I wish Nat could see it as clearly as you, I can't just sign my life away."

"Maybe if you explain it to her she'll listen." he suggests. You watch him as he takes a long swig from his mug, waiting until he's finished.

"Doubt it, my girl is stubborn as an ox. A real pain in the ass."

"You're right about that," there was a light-hearted chuckle from Steve. "But if there is anyone who can convince her it's you, Y/N. Natasha may not change her mind but you can at least try to get her to understand yours."

You take a long sip of your tea, a smile settling on your lips. "You're a very wise man, Mr. Rogers. Where ever do you get it?"

"When you live as long as I have, you learn a couple of things." He nods a little, a soft smile on his lips.

"Ah to be old and wise," you comment as you finish off your tea. Placing the iron man mug on the coffee table you rush off to find Natasha. You check all the usual spots starting with the shooting range but you eventually find her hidden away in a conference room alongside Tony. She's lounging on one of the chairs near the front with her feet up on the table. Tony is sat on the table next to her as they seemingly stare at the wall. You push the door open quietly coming to a halt when you hear what they're discussing. Luckily, they hadn't noticed you yet.

"-on Cap, that's not on me."

"I don't think I've ever seen the others so angry," Natasha replies almost absentmindedly. "This could really mess with the team."

"Don't be silly, little red. The rest of them will come to their senses and realize this is what needs to be done. It's for the best."

Natasha's head shakes a little. "Don't call me little red."

Tony laughs. "They may not see it now but they will. I still can't believe you're on my side."

"And so so close to deferring." Natasha leans down on the table with her elbow. Head resting in her hand. "It's not even about sides, it's about protecting people. At the rate we're going, we're probably doing more harm than good."

"...What about Y/N?" Tony asks cautiously.

"What about her?"

"I just... you two have been acting very weird lately and she's not gonna be happy about this. You heard the other day."

A sigh follows Tony's words and you assume it came from Natasha. You shift your weight uncomfortably, you had lingered too long at the door and now it's awkward. You could pretend you hadn't been spying but now you weren't too sure she'd listen anyway. "That doesn't matter now. Y/N is.... special to me but she's also dangerous. I can't risk everyone's life just for her and she's on the wrong side of this."

Dangerous. You're dangerous. You're on the wrong side. You quietly close the door, not wanting to draw attention before heading back down the corridor. You were never quite sure where you stood with Natasha but now it was pretty clear. Do the others think the same thing? That you're dangerous?

You didn't even try to convince her. You didn't let the others try and persuade you. Instead, you pushed everyone away. If they all thought you were such a monster, this was for the best. You needed a distraction from the avengers; from your own head so you threw yourself into training. Standing in the gym at the break of dawn, you jab the punching bag with your wrapped hands, pausing briefly when you hear the door open. You hesitated for verbal communication but when there wasn't one you just continue punching. That was until you saw Natasha out of the corner of your eye. Things had become tense between the two of you; overly so. Packing up your things, you leave. You don't want to deal with her right now. Every conversation always became about the accords and you hadn't scheduled in an argument today. With Natasha in the gym, you decide the next best thing is to go for a jog outside. You've never liked jogging. You only ever do it when something is wrong; like you're running from your problems. Literally running from your problems. Steve joins you not too long after. He's faster than you are. You think nothing of it until he tries talking to you. He asks about Natasha. Guess it's time to grab some breakfast.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you head for the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty. The only other person being Clint. You're grateful when the first word out of his mouth is "Good Morning" and not Natasha related.

"What are you doing up?" You ask, as you stroll to get a bowl out of one of the hanging cupboards.

"Couldn't sleep." He replies you take a moment to look at him. The tired eyes and messy hair were an interesting look. You place the iron man ceramic bowl on the counter; another gift from Tony. He gave you it for your 1st year anniversary of joining the team.

"I feel you," You comment as you collect a box of cereal and the milk. You'd make something more but you frankly couldn't be bothered. "You gonna be okay?"

He nods, as he takes a bite of the toast sat beside him and you take him at his word. Pouring Rice Krispies into the bowl before adding some milk, you grab your empty mug and sit beside him. "You want coffee?"

You give him a firm nod as you shove a spoonful of cereal into your mouth. He pours you some and slides the mug back over. "Thanks."

"What you up to today?"

You shrug a little. "Don't know yet. You?"

"Gotta help Cap out with a few things, you can come if you want?"

"No thanks."

You continue to chat with Clint as you enjoy your breakfast. And the rest of the day goes by smoothly, you even manage to talk to Natasha a little. Although it still ended the same way and you had to remove yourself from the situation. None of the others so much as tried to interfere, they were probably just used to it by now.

The entire situation escalated so quickly, you didn't have time to figure out what was going on. Everyone seemed to just divide right down the middle creating such a rift that you were now stood at an airport fighting the avengers. Bucky, Wanda, Cap, Sam and some guy you hardly knew names Scott all lined up alongside you. Directly opposite stood Natasha, Tony, Rhodey, Vision and a guy in a cat costume? A hand brushed against yours, and you look down as Wanda takes your hand.

"You gonna be okay?"

You look back to the others, nodding your head a little. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "Well... Nat-"

"Don't." You state firmly. "We're fine. Everything is fine and I swear to god, the next person to ask me about Natasha is gonna lose their legs."

"I'm just making sure-"

"Stay out of my head, Wanda." You growl.

"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asks bringing you back from your anger. You take a deep breath.

"We fight,"

"Yay," you mumble sarcastically as you step alongside the team. The others start walking towards you as well. "This is a bad idea."

"There's no other way,"

The airport erupts into a war zone as you charge at each other. Your eyes fixed in on Natasha. Her punch collided with the palm of your hand. "Nice catch." You just roll your eyes at her comment, closing your hand around her fist, twisting her arm and dragging her to the floor. "Maybe we can work this out."

"Talk is cheap." You growl.

"Suit yourself." Her leg sweeps into your ankles, sending you falling to the ground before jumping to her feet. "I just don't want you to be mad at me over this."

You stand up, brushing yourself off. "It's not about the accords." It kind of was but not entirely. Taking a deep breath your fight becomes a series of equal parts action and reaction. You punch, She dodges. She grabs you and flips you onto the floor, you kick her legs to bring her down. You're equally skilled and aren't doing anything to cause any real damage. Pinned against the floor, Natasha holds you down.

"Then what?"

You struggle under her grip. "You think I'm a monster. You think the accords will protect people from me."

For a split second her stoic mask breaks. It takes a little help from Wanda for you to be set free. Natasha thrown against a metal container, she groans loudly. "At least, try to beat her."

You smile at Wanda. With her palms, Nat pushes off the ground with enough force that when her feet collide with your chest, you stumble backward. "I don't think you're a monster," As you punch, she twists and throws her legs around your neck, pulling you both to the ground. "You can manipulate reality that makes you dangerous. We all are. The accords will keep us in line but I understand why you went against it."

Trapped, you decide to use a different tactic. You sink your teeth into her leg which loosens her grip enough for you to pull away. "I'm not signing my powers away."

"You fucking bit me," she chuckles, running her hand over her leg. "I normally wouldn't object but damn, Y/N."

You give her a small smile. "You deserves it."

"Maybe I do,"

The fight seems to be never-ending. You're getting sore and out of breath, sweat dripping down your forehead. This was stupid and definitely getting out of hand. You throw Natasha over your shoulder, foot resting against her chest in an attempt to keep her down. "Friends again?"

"I think we're a little more than friends, don't you?" You let up and she sits up, leaning back on the palm of her hands. You sit down beside her.

"You wanna grab some ice cream after this?" You ask, falling backwards against the ground. She lays down beside you.

"Sounds like a plan."

[yelenavestbelova]

Headcanon: Down time

Prompt:

Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

Person B: “….Experience?”

Being a shield agent and dating THE black widow, Natasha Romanoff, was fun at first.

Going on missions together

Being undercover and taking down bad guys

Great way to spend time with your girlfriend

“Partners in crime and bed” you would joke

To which she’d roll her eyes.

But you’d catch her smirk

She was a show off

And loved to tease you

Flirting with the enemy always riled you up

And you’d make her aware of it when you got her all by herself.

After a while, you two could read each other too well.

She could tell when you would push on an enemy

And you could tell when she was taking too much

She was the black widow but she was also human

Something you had to remind her of a lot

Patching up each other’s wounds

Kissing them better

On your down time, when there was down time, it could be hard to settle into a routine.

Going shopping together to get groceries instead of tailing an enemy was different.

You got bored easily

You loved being in the field

You loved the excitement and the action, and found yourself restless without it.

To which you found yourself in certain situations

Pranks.

It had to be pranks

What else gave you the same rush as a mission other than pranks

The plan, the action, the reaction. Priceless

Unfortunately, your only victim was Natasha.

And she was hard to fool

You’d tried everything from fooling her with a silly string can tied to the doorknob

A fake dead body

Bucket of water over the door

But she was immune

She’s too smart

Too cunning

Too god damn sexy when she came down the stairs with the empty bucket and her famous smirk

“You dropped something upstairs… might want to start mopping it up”

She was just too good.

But you’d been injured on your last mission

A scratch really

A flesh wound

“There’s a knife in your thigh. You’re not fine”

It was a small knife to be fair but still

Three weeks’ time off with physical therapy to get back into shape

You hated it

You could still fight and go on missions with a limp

A limp doesn’t affect your shooting

“Yes it does”

There was no point arguing with her about it

By the start of second week you were going insane and so you tried to think of the ultimate prank

No useless old prank

You wanted to scare her

Besides, she had a flesh wound and she still got to go on missions

“A bruise isn’t a flesh wound”

Ugh, anyway

You called up your good friend Mr. Tony Stark

He was the master of pranks

They don’t call him a genius for nothing, folks

You accepted Tony’s delivery and got to work setting it up.

You sent a quick text to him to make sure he was able to keep his part in order

A winky face and a peace sign

Classy Stark

Natasha was debriefing her next mission when Tony entered the room.

“Natasha, Code Red”

“What? We don’t use codes. What are you talking about Stark?”

“Somethings happened” his face was pale

She left and entered the hall with him to which he took a shaky breath.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

“…. Experience?”

She crossed her arms over her chest

“Y/n said they were getting bored on time off. So I thought I’d sent a surprise drone to help… cheer them up”

“And?”

“It wasn’t my drone. It got hacked or intercepted. I’ve got shield agents on the way but the rest of the big guys are gone.”

She was already walking away. Fear creeping in.

Why would Stark even help Y/n out… They weren’t even that close

She took her bike and broke every light on her way there.

She arrived to a shell of a home. Everything was in flames

Everything you had built together. All the memories. Now gone.

She collapsed to her knees. Where was everyone? Why was there no help?

Your hand touched her shoulder and she looked up.

Her hand whipped around and tackled you to the ground.

“This wasn’t funny”

“Did I get you?”

She smirked angrily. “Just clean this up”

And she walked into the house ignoring the drones and the illusions them casted.

[lawlerek]

Pillow fort

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Barton!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Laura Barton is pregnant with her third child, so you decide to help her with Lila and Cooper. Clint returns home with Natasha – your girlfriend. You and Nat want to have a sleepover in the pillow fort.

Warnings: None, I think?

A/N: Gif’s not mine.

It's a continuation of the being Clint’s younger sister and dating Natasha Romanoff headcanons.

Enjoy! ♥

Only weeks had separated Laura from giving birth. Throughout the whole pregnancy you admired her how well she managed in her delicate state with home and children, but finally came the moment when her belly became too large to move and function freely, let alone look after the two craving attention children. And as soon as she realized that, she stopped refusing your help, so you came back to your old room in house she shared with Clint.

As with the other two pregnancies, you took on most of the housekeeper's responsibilities, allowing your sister-in-law to take her well-deserved rest, but that didn’t bother you. You helped Laura clean up, cook, deal with Lila and Cooper, go shopping, and you accompany your sister-in-law during medical visits. Of course, when Clint was on missions, which, unfortunately, very often happened to him.

Sometimes you talked with Laura about your brother's work. You both wondered if it would be better for the family if Clint had given up the Avengers and retired. After all, none of you knew what Clint's mission would turn out to be his last. You didn’t want your beloved elder brother to leave behind not only you – the only family member who remained of him from childhood, but also a wife and (soon-to-be) three children. Apart from the fact that Clint rarely went home, so Lila and Cooper really barely knew him. Sometimes you hinted at your brother, but you left the real conversation to Laura. After all, she was the wife and housekeeper of this house and it was her burden that rested on her shoulders. She had the best chance to convince her husband to retire.

That day Laura felt worse than usual. She was sore and extremely tired, so early in the morning when you discovered her condition, you ordered her to lie in bed and rest. You wisely contacted the doctor and you took care of her the best you could: you took care of her comfort, brought her meals and water, but you also had to reconcile with Lila and Cooper, so you left in Laura's bedroom an electric nanny in case she needs your help with anything.

After lunch Laura fell asleep, you cleaned up the house and supervised the children who were doing their homework, sometimes helping them when they couldn’t cope with something. But as soon as you all finished, Lila and Cooper wanted to have fun outside. You didn’t want to let them go alone and you couldn’t go with them, so that the electronic nanny wouldn’t lose the range. On the other hand, having fun at home could wake up Laura, and you didn’t want that either.

It was not until you started to stare at Cooper wrapped with the blanket while the boy pulled you by the sleeve of your sweater and said something you no longer heard in your thoughts. But it gave you an idea of ​​how you could spend the rest of the day.

You grinned and kneeled on one knee, grabbing Cooper's hand. You invited Lila to came closer.

”I have an idea” you said. ”From now we're a secret agents in a foreign country...”

”Are we Avengers?” Cooper asked cheerfully.

You nodded.

”We can be, if you want.”

”So are we on a mission? Like dad?” Lila picked up enthusiastically.

”Yes. Unfortunately, something went wrong,” you continued. ”We have been left alone and we must survive in a wild…”

”Africa!" said Lila.

”Canada!” Cooper shouted at the same moment.

You laughed.

”And why in Canada?” you asked still laughing. Cooper just shrugged and you shook your head. ”Maybe on an island inhabited by...”

”UFO!” Cooper interjected again.

You looked at Lila questioningly and when she agreed to the aliens, you went back to explaining your plan.

”We must get food and find shelter. And also come up with a way to get back home. But in a way that no strangers catch us. Got it?”

The kids nodded eagerly, so you separated the tasks. As Lila was the older, you sent her to check if the „alien” (in fact Laura) was still asleep. Then you delegated the siblings to get all the blankets and pillows they can find, of course not disturbing the alien. You, however, took on the mission of finding food.

When Lila and Cooper returned, the three of you built a fort from pillows and blankets. You had flashlights and colored battery lights that Lila took from her room. You drank water and sometimes juice (when one of you took part in a heroic expedition and stole this sweet drink from hands of the giants). You really didn’t know when your game was no longer about hiding from aliens. After some time, it turned into an attempt to save the princess from the hands of a bloodthirsty dragon (when Laura woke up in the evening already in better shape, but still very tired), then in an epic battle with the forces of darkness and many more.

At ten in the evening you checked your sister-in-law, took an empty plate and brought her a pot of fresh water. It was only then that you realized how late it was, so you came back to the children. You wanted to slowly end the game so that you all could clean up and lie down, but you knew that neither Lila nor Cooper would respond positively.

"I found the Source of Eternal Youth," you said in a whisper, as if you didn’t want someone to hear you. "Unfortunately, there is a condition to be able to use it. Brave heroes must first bathe in it and then undergo a sleep trial.”

"A sleep trial? And what is that? " Cooper asked, puzzled, sitting closer to you. He also didn’t dare to speak out loud.

"The Source must know that you are worthy, so it will sends you a dream. Then you will have to pass the test. Unfortunately, no one knows what it is. Everyone undergoes a different sleep trial. "

Lila cocked her head.

"I don’t want to pass it, auntie," she said in a slightly moody voice. "I would like to stay here a little longer.”

You smiled at the girl and stroked her head. You were about to explain that she should take the opportunity, because the Source is only available during the full moon (outside the moon took the shape of a barely visible crescent, but you didn’t want to say anything) when you heard the familiar whirr of propellers. You exchanged a surprised look with children while you listened for a long while.

"Auntie!” Lila shouted happily. "This is support! They will take us from this island!"

"Or is it an enemy that wants to kidnap us,” Cooper said in a serious voice.

"We have to check that!” You said.

You took your weapon (toy bow, a pair of foam swords, a plastic police stick and a gun), then quietly left your hiding place and headed towards the window. The light of the helicopter shone brightly, whose loud hum was still spreading around the area. You saw two dark silhouettes that leaned toward the house and your heart beat faster with joy and excitement. The helicopter re-launched itself into the air again.

When you heard footsteps on the porch, you all hid behind the couch and chairs to have a view of the front door and the people who were going through it. The house was dark, because the decorative Lila’s lamps didn’t give much light.

"I asked him not to come so close.” You heard your brother's voice. "He probably woke everyone up.”

"At least we're gonna have a funny greeting," Natasha said cheerfully. At the sound of her voice you smiled broadly. You wanted to give up your position and be in your girlfriend's arms as soon as possible. You had last seen her a month ago when the world was going to be destroyed and she had to stop it together with the rest of the Avengers.

Clint snorted. You heard him pick up the key hidden under the flowerpot. You and the children didn’t move until the door opened and two dark figures entered. At one moment, the sucker shots fired at the intruders and then you, Lila and Cooper jumped out with the battle cries and began to wrap the visitors with foam swords.

"I give up! Give up!” Clint exclaimed, startled as the two children hung on his neck.

However, you didn’t pay attention to the welcome of your brother with his children, because you were busy checking to see if Natasha would be Natasha, not the bloodthirsty alien.

"As I said: a funny greeting,” redhead summed up, knocking a gladiolus from you and pulling you to her.

You laughed, hugging the woman and then you put a quick kiss on her lips, even though you wanted more. Much more than she could offer you at this moment.

Then Clint turned on the light and to your ears came his astonished voice:

"And what is that, in the name of all saints?”

Somehow your brother managed to get his kids to bathe and then to bed. At the time, you stayed down to clean up the mess you, Lila and Cooper had done and Nat offered you her help. You were good girls when you gathered scattered toys and leftovers, even though you both wanted to get into your arms with the second you were left alone in the living room. Your whole body was demanding her attention, you were thirsty for her voice (despide the fact that you talked on the phone as often as you could – it was still not enough), her mouth and touch. You wanted to inhale her scent and cuddle in her soft body.

That's why you wanted to clean up as soon as possible – to be able to go upstairs to your room that you shared with Nat.

"That's funny," Natasha said. You got up from your knees with a bowl of pretzels in your hands and looked at your girlfriend.

"What?”

Redhead nodded at the fort. She was about to take off the blankets slung over the strings, but she stopped, stroking the cover with dreamy eyes.

"This. Your hideout. I've never had fun like that,” she said coldly and your heart squeezed with grief.

Natasha was a very secretive person. She didn’t like telling about her past, but when she did, it was in a very cold and calculated way, almost impersonal, as if the events she described didn’t concern her. That's why you rarely thought about her childhood. You couldn’t imagine that things that you possessed and seemed normal to you (and yet your childhood didn’t belong to particularly successful ones), they were never like to Nat. It broke your heart.

You glanced at the fort and the words left your lips faster than you could think about them:

"Do you want to sleep here today? It will be fun," you added, trying to be cheerful.

"Don’t you think we're too old for such things, Miss Barton?” Natasha asked, amused.

You hit the woman lightly with your hip.

"I don’t know about you, but I still feel a child inside, Miss Romanoff.”

Natasha gave you a smile so warm it could melt the iceberg.

"I think me too," she replied, smacking you on the cheek.

When Clint went down to the living room to help you clean up, he had little to talk about the fort. He was really grateful he didn’t have to help, so he only thanked you for looking after the children and Laura, wished you two good night and went back upstairs to lie down beside his wife. You and Natasha cleaned up all the toys and crumbs and then you settled comfortably on a pile of blankets.

Redhead turned off the flashlight, but left the colored lights on, which Lila brought. She turned to you and put a hand on your hip. You felt shivers when the woman slipped her fingers under your blouse and began to sketch circles on your skin.

"Are you tired?” you asked, seeing the bags under her eyes. You touched her face and then Nat smiled and kissed your hand.

"It was worse," she answered with a mysterious smirk on her lips. "And I still have plans for this night.”

"Oh?”

Natasha made a humming sound as she came a little closer and her lips touched your forehead. The woman's fingers stopped drawing circles on your hip and instead Natasha slowly put her hand in your pants. You approached your girlfriend and clutched her forearm while Natasha worked magic with her fingers.

"I really missed you," she whispered in your ear.

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i am super mobile but I’m still thinking about nat in her boys au and how I’m gonna hc that she faked her death on a mission to escape vought and has to use her pseudonym “natasha romanoff” (vice “natalia shostakova” or smt along those lines since that was her secret identity while working for them) to pass under the radar. Like she’s been through so much and doesn’t even get to use her real name but that’s how butcher finds her and recruits her to the team

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SHIP  HEADCANONS

👀 + gimme your feels for the sisters, pls! aka nat & yel  //   @whistlewidow​

1.  when nat and yel were little,  natasha would braid yel’s hair before bed.  it was a quiet moment where the sisters would discuss their days.  most times the braid wouldn’t be finished because yel moved too much in order to see natasha,  but when the braid could be completed,  nat would promise to find a flower or two the next morning to tuck into the strands.

2.  nat tried to find yelena for days after the blip,  hoping against hope that her sister had merely lost contact in the chaos that ensued.  when she could find no trace of yel, melina, or alexei,  nat locked herself away to grieve for two days.  at the end of the two days,  though she hadn’t resolved herself to the pain,  natasha buried the feelings and promised herself that she’d bring back her family:  whatever  it  takes.

3.  natasha wrote a note to yelena before leaving with clint on her final mission.  she knew the trip would be one way and couldn’t let clint make the sacrifice when he has children to raise.  in the note,  she details her love for her sister and reassures the other that there’s no reason to be sad for long because nat would make the same sacrifice a thousand times over to see yelena happy.

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Natasha headcanons → Names and diminutives

Natasha was born on Russian Orthodox Christmas (Jan 7), thus earning her the name “Natalia,” or “Christmas Day.” However, her mother also believed in giving each of her children Vietnamese names to celebrate the other side of their heritage. Natasha’s family name was “Nguyet,” or “Moon.” However, after she joined the Red Room, this name was redacted from her file and she did not know of it until much later after her defection. It is rare that she goes by it. Had Natasha’s parents survived the fire when she was a baby, she would have likely been referred to as “Natalia Alianovna” formally, “Natasha” to friends, and “Nguyet” at home. Vindikator, aka Natasha’s brother Konstantin, also used the name “Nguyet” when he first confronted her.

Upon joining the Red Room, her formal name was “Natalia Ivanovna,” a reference to her handler Ivan Petrovich, and the implanted memories capitalized on this and used the name “Natalia Ivanovna Petrova.” Before her defection and subsequent realization that she was not a bolshoi ballerina, Natasha embraced the Petrova identity.  Her husband Alexei (and in my MCU verses, Alexei/Melina/Yelena) used the diminutive “Nata.” If you know her as “Nata,” you are EXTREMELY special to her. The only other person who might know or use this name is Bucky Barnes.

When choosing what name she would use in her new life after defecting, she settled on the most common diminutive of Natalia (”Natasha”), because it had no previous connotation to her life. Even using the name Natalia is very intimate with her and identifies you as someone she has let into her life by mentioning her past and shows an immense trust in the other person.

TL;DR: someone can only refer to Natasha as Natalia if they are extremely good friends and Nata is practically off-limits unless you are someone she loves or has loved. Nguyet is hardly used at all, though she is learning to embrace it as a link to her family.

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Natasha headcanons → Alexei & the end of her marriage

Natasha didn’t expect to fall in love with Alexei when her marriage was arranged,  yet she fell and she fell hard to the point where she began discussing leaving the service of the KGB to retire somewhere quiet.  She had fulfilled her service to the nation and her handler Ivan indulged her thoughts,  believing she would be more useful with hope than without.  However,  his lack of intervention caused her to believe it was possible to leave service and the Red Room eventually set about rectifying the situation by staging Alexei’s death.  In essence,  she loved too deeply to be a spy and her handlers stepped in as soon as it was apparent she had something more important than the mission.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭❜𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞?

a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

TAGGED BY:  @whistlewidow​  for  nat  <3

TAGGING: @unfrgivble​,  @aquabcrn​,  @beckybxrnes​,  & you if you see this (pls say i tagged you,  if you’re a multi go with the muse you have the most spark for rn!)

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐂   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

                            since  it’s  currently  the  olympics  in  tokyo,   i  figured  we  could  all  play  a  little  game.  for  multis,  pick  five  muses  &  which  olympic  events  they  would  compete  in,   for  single  muses,  pick  three  olympic  events  your  muse  would  compete  in.  feel  free  to  add  how  you  think  they’d  do!

LANCELOT     (fencing)  -  (about:  the  objective  is  to  strike  your  opponent  while  avoiding  being  hit  yourself)      lance  is  a  very  accomplished  swordsman  in  almost  every  verse  i  set  him  in.     he  tends  to  use  strength  rather  than  speed,     but  he  is  still  light  on  his  feet.

HARMONIA     (modern  pentathlon)  -  (about:  competitors  score  points  in  fencing,  swimming,  &  riding  to  determine  their  place  in  the  laser  run.  first  across  the  line  in  the  laser  run  takes  gold)      harmonia  is  a  daughter  of  the  god  of  war  &  the  modern  pentathlon  was  developed  as  a  test  of  skill  for  the  modern  soldier.  as  she  was  personally  trained  by  corythus,  a  famous  warrior,  &  eventually  her  father  ares,  harmonia  is  highly  athletic  &  talented  in  anything  relating  to  combat/shooting/riding/etc

TRISTAN     (sailing)  -  (about:  each  event  is  comprised  of  a  series  of  races  with  points  being  awarded  based  on  team  finishes.  boats  navigate  a  triangular  course  &  have  to  pass  buoys  in  a  predetermined  order)     growing  up  in  cornwall,  tristan  was  exposed  to  boating  from  a  young  age.      i  always  hc’d  that  he  would  not  only  be  comfortable  on  the  water,  but  would  be  familiar  with  how  to  sail/fish.

NATASHA     (rifle/pistol  shooting)  -  (about:  athletes  shoot  at  stationary  targets  in  a  range)      this  one  was  a  hard  one  to  determine  because  nat  is  trained  in  various  martial  arts,  as  well  as  shooting,  but  i  figured  this  might  be  the  one  she’d  enjoy  more.     the  essence  of  shooting  is  remaining  cool  under  immense  pressure  &  nat  would  enjoy  the  challenge  that  posed  while  showing  of  her  skill  with  firearms.

ASTORIA     (figure  skating)  -  (about:  athletes  perform  elegant  &  demanding  routines  on  ice)     astoria  is  a  very  elegant  &  lithe  person.      unlike  the  other  four  above,     this  one  doesn’t  really  have  a  canon  parallel  but  it  just  seems  to  fit?     it  is  a  mix  of  sophisticated  beauty  &  sheer  power,      much  like  astoria  herself.

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cue me looking up notable aliases nat has used in the past and getting REALLY emotional over  natalia  shostakova  because that would have been her married name to alexei.  cue me tearing up thinking about how devastated she would have been to change her name back to  romanova  when her handlers told her he had died

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Natasha headcanons → Budapest (spoilers for bw under the cut)

One of the things that struck me as a bit off to Nat’s characterization in the movie is the fact that she used Antonia as collateral damage in her Budapest assassination attempt of Dreykov. It didn’t sit well with me that she would kill (or in this case, attempt to kill) a literal child in her defection to the US.

The main reason she wanted to defect was the guilt she felt in following orders and killing so many people (“I have red in my ledger. I need to wipe it out,” “I have a very particular skill set. I didn’t care who I used it for or on,” “I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it,” “you still think you’re the only monster on the team,” etc)

Also before I move on, I want to point on that in my canon that last quote does not refer to Nat’s sterilization (damn Whedon for that because wtf), but rather her guilt for all the things she’s done.

To me, “I needed out” is not a good enough reason for Nat to bring a 5 story building down on a little girl. I get that some could see it as an added layer of complexity to her character that in order to do good, she had to do one last act of bad. I just don’t see my Nat at least attempting that in that point of her redemption arc. She’s tired, she’s got a lot of guilt for all the things she’s done, she wants to atone. She most assuredly would try to take out Dreykov, but she wouldn’t bring Antonia down with her father.

In both of my verses (616 and MCU):  I follow a 616 interpretation of the Red Room where only 28 widows were enhanced with super soldier serum, including Nat. All widows following Nat’s “graduation class” were part of the Red Academy (like Yelena) and did not receive serum enhancement, only physical training. There were attempts later with the Red Academy (physically trained assassins) and the clone program to recreate the success of the original Widow Operation, but none were as successful. Nat defected after Clint disregarded orders to kill her in Budapest. After indicating her desire to defect, SHIELD wanted her to prove her loyalty and she offered to kill the head of the Red Room. Clint and Nat did level a building, have a shootout with Hungarian security forces, and hid for ten days before fleeing the country. Nat did not use children as collateral damage.  After defecting in Budapest, Nat and the other former widows became the target of assassination attempts. Eventually, Nat discovered a conspiracy theory by the North Group on behalf of the company Gynacon, which purchased tech from the Red Room’s predecessor and wanted all previous users dead. Nat killed the Gynacon CEO Ian McMasters and Red Room’s Vassily Illyich Ulyanov to protect the other widows.

In my MCU verse: Nat’s mark in Budapest was Dreykov. While she was unsuccessful in her attempt, she did join Yelena years later to bring down the Red Room once and for all. Instead of continuing the program with chemical modifications to the widows, Dreykov merely meant to reactivate the other 27 original widows. 

In my main (616) verse:  Nat’s mark in Budapest was the Headmistress. Again, she was unsuccessful in her attempt and had to destroy the Headmistress’ “next gen” widow program, the Dark Room Academy.

TL;DR: My Nat defected in Budapest after trying to kill Dreykov (MCU) or Headmistress (616) for SHIELD (without using Antonia with Dreykov or Anya with Headmistress as collateral). Nat is one of 28 genetically enhanced widows and the program ended with her. Dreykov made Antonia the Taskmaster himself and Headmistress influenced Anya to become Recluse. Both without Nat’s intervention.

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Some bw/nat thoughts and canon psa below the cut (mild spoilers for the movie, but nothing past the 15 min mark)

Upcoming Protégé movie - so this is less about the bw movie and just about a trailer I saw for Protégé but oh my god guys I’m getting a movie with Maggie and Fury! I don’t know if it’s my cup of tea, but Maggie as a badass spy-like character with interactions with Sam? IMAGINE THE GIFSETS I’LL BE ABLE TO GET FOR NAT!

Smells Like Teen Spirit cover/movie opening - do you all REMEMBER when I had the Think Up Anger cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit on Wanda’s auto play years ago? I was lowkey really proud that it made it into a canon Marvel film. Also I really enjoyed the creepy, thriller like feel of the intro and kind of wish they pulled that into the rest of the movie

Living in Ohio - one of the few things I’ll be incorporating into my canon is Nat being planted into a fake family. Obviously in MCU, that is in Ohio with Yelena for the purpose of giving Alexei a chance to steal info, but my main verses are all 616 based so I’ve altered that a little bit. Nat was planted into a fake family in Russia during WWII as an “adopted” daughter. Her function was purely for intelligence gathering (no one suspects a child) and counterintelligence (if no one is watching for a child, then they don’t think she’ll turn them into the authorities). Instead of Yelena playing the part of a sister, it is instead Marina and that is why the two were so close in the widow program.

Alexei - Alexei Shostakov aka Red Guardian is and always will be Nat’s husband not father figure in my canon. I have no issue writing with MCU Alexei’s in AU timelines as the character depicted in the film, but canon-wise Alexei is Nat’s husband both in 616 and my MCU. My default MCU mention of film Alexei will not make him the Red Guardian but instead just a Russian spy who played the part of the family patriarch in Ohio. Nat married the Red Guardian before the events of Budapest and her subsequent defection. Both men are named Alexei but certainly are not the same character.

Widow program - I’m probably not going to incorporate the elements of the widow program shown in the film (trying to keep this post mostly spoiler free so I won’t go into details). My widow program is closer to what is shown in Dottie’s background in Agent Carter (psychological conditioning) and definitely what is depicted in the comics. Natasha is one of 28 orphaned girls who are taken and both physically and psychologically conditioned to be assassins. She is trained and false memories of a life as a bolshoi ballerina are implanted. In essence, she is a sleeper agent who is “activated” for missions and then set aside to live a fake life as a civilian when she is not needed.

Budapest with Clint - the film’s depiction of what happened in Budapest is not my canon (again trying to stay spoiler free but if you know, you know). “I needed to get out” is not a valid excuse for Nat to do what she did and the way I write Nat, she’d never do that as her defection is the start of her atonement. I really can’t reconcile how Nat is actively attempting to “wipe out her ledger” at that point on and to still do what she did. I will write out a separate post on what happened in my canon’s Budapest.

Yelena in general - I gotta say, I absolutely loved the film’s version of Yelena. I think they did try to make her more along the lines of comic Marina, but I still loved her.

“You’re the killer little girls look up to” - okay this line made me very emotional and is definitely an awful thing to say to Nat because I bet you she thinks about this all the time. She doesn’t want to be a hero in the sense that she doesn’t want people to look up to her. She just wants to atone for the wrongs she’s done and move on with her life in the shadows.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes.   repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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