#nigermviduam

[iceveinedgod]

@nigermviduam​

❝Come out and play, my little spider.~❞

[callitcoulson]

@nigermviduam

he knew what he saw. he knew what had happened because he’d ended up in that lake with the goddamn stone in his hand and no natasha. but there she was, looking decidedly real and not some guilt induced hallucination on his. he stared for a long minute before he finally found his voice. “how the fuck?” he wasn’t about to complain about how she was back but he was extremely curious as to how it’d happened. 

[lvciphr]

nigermviduam said: "So, you're the owner of this place. Impressive." Natasha stated, looking around the busy club as she slipped into the seat next to Lucifer.

   “A woman of taste I see.” the devil replied, lips curling into a smile as he turned to see the quite frankly stunning woman that was seated next to him. “Oh and beauty, more the better. You clearly know me, perhaps you’d return the favor?”

[notafossil]

    ❝ What... Are you doing, Nat? ❞

@nigermviduam​ ♥’d

[the-bctman]

“Are you finished?”

Batman looked down at the file in the cabinet through narrowed eyes. He grabbed the folder, and turned back to Romanoff. “I am now. I have what I need.”

[voluntadfuerte]

@nigermviduam​ | continued

— ❝Sometimes, we don’t have the luxury of not choosing.❞ Natasha replied, glancing over toward her fellow Avenger. Of course, Rogers wouldn’t want to choose an evil. But, Natasha had been forced to make such choices, so many damn times. Never once, did she have the choice of not choosing either. ❝The world isn’t black and white, Rogers. Sometimes, we have to get our hands dirty for the greater good.❞

For Steve, there was right and there was wrong. The feeling in his heart, in his gut, of what was right was the pull that made him go forward in life. It hadn’t failed him. Even if it had cost him, he was always certain of his decisions because they felt right. He knew that Natasha didn’t have the same background as him but that didn’t stop him. “I KNOW some things require to have dirty hands. But I’m not going to use such tactics to do it. It’s not my strength. I let others do that.”

[shieldrevive]

USER :// @nigermviduam​ INQUIRY ://  “ i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need. ” public string { softer prompts } ; accepting

          being on the avengers had been a lot like working with the howling commandos.  there was certainly a team and people he could lean on, but steve had it in his head that everything pretty much ended there.  once the battle was over or the mission was complete everyone went their separate ways.  he’d go back to his apartment or, eventually, the compound to work through the ghosts that refused to let him rest.  

          looking up from his sketchbook, it takes a heartbeat for him to realize it was natasha standing over him.  memories pulled him down, deep down into the darkness where he could still hear the bombs going off in hydra bunkers littered all over europe.  bullets rained down from all angles.

         at first, the grin that starts to form is automatic.  it’s one of the many ways he’d learned to hide in this new time.  as words sink in and the presence standing close starts to register, the grin melts into a more genuine smile.  “ thank you, “ steve nods his head and sets the pencil down.  “ i could say the same for you.  you know that, right? “

[scarlctguilt]

“   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ”

askbox meme - always accepting - @nigermviduam

“try telling that to those people who want to have me locked up.” it was all over the news - that she was too dangerous to be allowed to be loose in the world, that she was a danger to everyone. all she’d wanted to do was help, but she’d made everything worse, for herself and the rest of the avengers. 

[formerlyrighteous]

“ don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that. ”

@nigermviduam​ | prompt.

     she sounds so sure of herself. so convinced that there’s nothing he could do or say that would change her opinion of him for the worst. that’s how love works, right? how it’s supposed to anyway, if you follow all that crap that’s written down in romance novels. trouble is, he has a hard time picturing anyone feeling like that for him. he can say the same to her and it’d be true yet to just accept it from someone else?       “there’s no getting rid of each other now so i guess we’ll see, won’t we?” it’s the closest he can get to an agreement and even then, there’s more doubt in the words than any he’s said to her thus far.

[goddamnmuses-a]

@nigermviduam​ • Continued

“You mean you pulled the short straw?” Wade questioned, tilting his head as he looked at her, he wasn’t an idiot, he knew nobody liked him. “Well.. Lucky me I guess.” he shrugged, at least he’d enjoy the view on this mission. “So boss, what’re we doing?”

[screwthejob]

"You're a long ways away from Kansas, what brings you here?"

Brows furrow while turning his head in the direction of the voice, concerned a little by the fact that he was noticed by this one. He hadnt spoken, hadnt even told anyone that he was going to be there. And yet here she was talking to him like she knew him; better yet knew where he was from. “Excuse me?” says Dean, as hes now turning his body towards her. “Have we met before?” 

[warringpeace]

@nigermviduam [ x ]:

— ❝You don’t have to remind me, I know he’s waiting. Or should I say, you’re waiting.❞ She began, though of course the Devil was right before her. Did she believe he was the Devil, more than most did. After all, she lived in a world of remarkable and unexplained things. But, if he was truly what he claimed to be. Then, when she was finally swallowed by the pits of Hell. Then, at least the Devil would familiar face. ❝You’ll have me soon enough, old friend. But, not today.❞

             “Oh don’t be so doomy and gloomy, Natasha! I was just               inviting you for a drink!”

Knowing her Russian origins, he’d brought with him a bottle of vodka, along with his favorite brand of whiskey. Maybe she wasn’t allowed to drink while inside the headquarters, but he really thought that she needed to lighten up a little. All of them did, but he wasn’t there for them. 

He raised the bottle of vodka and shook it a little before walking over to the nearest flat surface and putting both bottles down.

[ithinkmyskullburns]

@nigermviduam found the Rider

“Who’s there?”

[ascnsion]

▋ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 .  .  .  .   ❝ what are you doing ?! ❞  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  @nigermviduam​ .  .  ( get down meme ) ┘

Super solider senses were not in play  —  sheer luck, or fate, dropped onto Roger’s lap, and he did not waste a single second to leap into action. Rather literally. Small table separating their bodies tumbled noisily to the ground; the first thing to garner civilian attention, then eyes turned to the mash of limbs on the ground. Having served in the army, he knew the perfect technique to tackle a body to the ground in a protective manner. He easily covered her body, forearms and knees spreading wide to cover Natasha’s body in its entirety. Heart was racing, adrenaline hitching to high levels through circulatory system, while the Russian woman only screwed up her face with confusion and. . was that embarrassment? It was a strange scene no doubt. People continued to watch with increasing amusement as they indulged in their morning coffee while Steve was all nerves and attention.

        ❝   Stay still.   ❞  He hissed though he was not angry, at least not at Natasha. He craned his head to the side and, while still over Natasha, pointed to the left where an impact mark was present in the concrete. On the ground, a 7.62mm bullet rolled lazily on the ground; the head of the bullet smashed in from the high impact.           ❝   Reflection from the sun caught my eye; of all the windows in the building three to our right, only one window was open.    ❞   The shot was failed, and the mission, perhaps, failed too. They could always take another shot and the fact it hadn’t arrived already meant Steve was not a mark to be harmed.        ❝   I’ll cover you; we move as one. On my three. One, two. .   ❞  

[intelligentmiinds]

@nigermviduam liked this and gets Pete

   Pete wasn’t sure how to feel about all of this. Mr. Stark suggested some training -- his skills were nice right now but he needed more. Needed more fighting experience. Peter agreed -- it was a smart idea, after all -- but he wasn’t sure who would train him. Of all the people, he knew it wouldn’t be Mr. Stark. Peter’s senses and reflexes would easily pass his hand-to-hand and there was probably not much blast dodging one could do without getting hurt. So the question was stuck in the back of his head. Who?

Adjusting himself in the seat in the training room, he kept glancing between his phone and the door. He had come early and he was starting to regret it. There was only so much one could do on one’s phone to pass the time.

Lucky for him, the woman had entered the room not much long after. Pete almost dropped his phone at the sight. Everything about her screamed power.

“ -- u-uh, I’m Peter. Y-You’re Black Widow... it’s so nice to meet you! ”

[voluntadfuerte]

@nigermviduam​ | continued

— ❝I guess my company must be amazing then, James. ❞ Her childhood was anything but happy. She can still picture her days in the Red Room. The training, how lonely she felt as they turned her into a killing machine. She thought, she would never get a taste of real happiness, that was until the Winter Soldier had arrived. James made her happy, happier than she should’ve ever been allowed to be. But, like all good things. Their happiness had come to an end, the Red Room made sure of that. Least, until he resurfaced and they came face to face again. Rogers wasn’t the only one happy that day, or confused and full of so many emotions. But, now they had time, all the time where the Red Room couldn’t interfere with them. ❝How long as it been, since we sat and talked like this?❞

“I’ll be the judge of that Natalia,” he said, a smile on his face. He didn’t have a lot of fond memories. Most of them brutal, bloody. Even before he was turned into a weapon by the russians, he was already a killer. Steve being a great amount of them, as well as a family so long dead. But Natalia (or Natasha as she now went by) was the latest ones. Good memories in an ocean of horror. They had been parted in tragic ways but they both knew the risks at the time. And yes, he had tried to kill her recently but he knew she wasn’t blaming him. Their past, their situation was complex. All that mattered was the good memories. For him at least. “As far as I remember, we weren’t much for sitting and talking.”