#inthemiddleofaninterrogation

[kingxfmischief]

"I hate you!"

Loki just laughed at the words, a bitter sound as he stepped towards the woman. “Do you truly think that matters to me?” he questioned, glaring down at her.

[thehangedgod]

Is the answer the moon?

“No, it is not. And since you did not know the answer, you are challenged to kiss the tip of Fenris’ nose.”

(Odin, do you even know the rules? Nevermind, you make up your own, as always...)

[assetiisms-blog]

inthemiddleofaninterrogation replied to your post: inthemiddleofaninterrogation replied to...

Please don’t delete… I like your threads.

// Well you seem to be the only one at the moment. No one else seems to be taking any notice and I'm already losing followers for saying anything.

[captainamericarogers]

"So... you wanna make out?" -inthemiddleofaninterrogation

Send me, “So… you wanna make out?” to see how my muse reacts.

not accepting

Steve looked over at his wife who, shall he dare say it, was looking sexier than ever. Steve was crazy about Natasha. Even though their relationship was more than outside the norm, he loved her more than anything. It was almost impossible to keep his hands off of her, even after nearly 2 years of marriage it felt like he was with her for the first time. There was always that bit of familiarity but the excitement of the unknown. He grinned at her, as if he was going to say no to her and her requests. "I want to do whatever you want."

[kingxfmischief]

"I can't be in love with you!"

“What are you saying? Are you in love with me?”

[sfaq-archived-blog]

"Hail Hydra."

“N-Nat? Woh woh woh woh you arent Hydra anymore!”

[arrowsandanticsarchive]

Natasha stared at Clint before pulling off her blood stained cat suit, letting the leather fall to the floor as she climbed into the bed with the archer. Her body curled up behind him, eyes closing as she smiled softly. He was safe, home in her arms.

Clint had been stuck in the Himalayas for several weeks. He had been tracking some Hydra nutbags when a storm hit, and by that point it wasn’t so much about tracking bad guys as it was about staying alive. By the time he eventually made it home, all he wanted was to wrap himself in about twenty blankets and sleep for fifteen hours straight. He shifted in his sleep as Natasha slid into bed next to him. He didn’t fully wake up, but could feel the shift in his mattress. He rolled over, and draped an arm across her, snuggling close.

[shielddeputydirector]

inthemiddleofaninterrogation is on file

Maria Hill has been known to lock agents up for interrupting her interrogations.

[isblxd-blog]

yes, master

“You forget that you’re my toy.”

[assetiisms-blog]

inthemiddleofaninterrogation replied to your post: // I haven’t really been active on here for 4...

I care… I’m just used to people leaving for a couple days because of busy lives.

// Well it doesn't look like anyone else did. Out of 536 followers you seem to be the ONLY one at the moment. I'm usually ALWAYS active and this blog but over the past week or so I've been on another blog and it seems to me no one has even noticed I've been gone. Even if I deleted people wouldn't really notice till days after.

[kingxfmischief]

"Who topped?" -inthemiddleofaninterrogation

“Who do you think?” Loki growled bitterly, turning away from her.

[ceopepperpxtts-blog]

inthemiddleofaninterrogation

[text] A real apology.

[text] Not fake ones.

[text] If I wanted a fake apology, I would have gone to Tony.

[text] it’s as real [text] but dragging Tony into this? That’s hitting below the belt.

[arrowsandanticsarchive]

Get in, kill her, get out. Simple enough, right? There shouldn’t be anything even a little bit complicated about a single assassination of a young Soviet seductress.

Wrong.

Clint wondered if Director Fury had known he would take pity on her the way he did. Standing now in the doorway to the hotel room with an arrow pointed at her face, Clint felt himself hesitate. There was something about this that didn’t feel right... That felt like maybe maybe she was due for a second chance.

He could do that.

He lowered the bow, sheathed the arrow back in his quiver, and put his hands up to show he wasn’t going to hurt her. Not yet, anyway. “English?” he asked. Oh God, please speak English.

inthemiddleofaninterrogation

[isblxd-blog]

"What is wrong with you?! why can’t you just leave me be?!"

"I think you can answer that question."

[slavicwidow-blog]

@inthemiddleofaninterrogation

Bruce slid into bed, wrapping around Natasha and kissing her cheek. He'd been out of town for the past few days, and had just gotten back. Normally, he would have announced his presences, but he had given Natasha heads up that he was coming home tonight, and she seemed to be already asleep.