#thread: natalia

[mari-zuko]

who: @nataliavega when: the thursday after the 13th where: somewhere out ~ on the town ~

Mari was drunk. Very drunk. She was doing her best to make her way through the crowded bar on her way towards the bar when she stumbled into a familiar brunette, blinking for a moment before giving her a smile. "Nat!" she greeted, thankful for the nickname that it was fully possible she had never actually used before - more syllables were way more likely to result in slurring together with her current state. "It's so fun you're here. Are you having fun? Let's have fun," she said, desperate for someone to keep up with her, to distract her, to stop her from thinking about Greer.

[n8-shaw]

who: @nataliavega when: halloweekend where: any rando halloween party

Nate had never been a big TV watcher. There was no guarantee that the power would be turned on when they got home from school, let alone cable, so he turned towards pretending he didn't like the cartoons and shows most kids growing up did - easier to consistently not know what was going on then explain why he had missed episodes. But even he knew who Shego was. Hot cartoon chicks were still hot chicks, after all.

So naturally, the sight of Nat in her costume had Nate letting out a low whistle, a sideways grin coming to his face when she turned to look at him - mock outrage on her face that she'd never manage to quite pull off (not that he'd ever tell her that) until she realized who it was. It was odd, honestly. He never would've expected things to get easier between them after their...summer, but here things were. "Hey," he said, a lift of his chin accompanying the greeting, briefly recalling the house that Monty had asked him about, that Nate was avoiding figuring out because he didn't know how he should now that he and Nat were on good terms again. "Should I be excited about you kicking some Kim Possible's ass later?" he said, a smirk lifting one side of his lips - much easier to focus on jokingly hitting on Nat in the space of their weird friendship where it was allowed than having, you know, any sort of real conversation about where they stood now or had stood last year or any of that. Naturally.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @nataliavega where: tri delt valentine's party when: during speed dating

"First you show up at my room, now we're going on a date...." Jacqui paused, looping an arm through Nat's as they gave her a conspiratorial grin. "Seems like an awful lot of steps to just tell me you have a crush on me," they said in a teasing tone. "Unless...you weren't planning on spending these three minutes confessing."

[cara-mrrsn]

A blink of her eyes, a blank expression as Cara stared down Nat for a moment, before one corner of her lips twitched upwards, a slyness to the smirk that would send someone wiser than she counted on Nat being running. Did she particularly want her roommate's company? No. She didn't really want anyone's company. But the only thing worse would be being alone, with only her misery and no one to drown out her thoughts. "Only one way to find out," Cara pointed out, her voice lazy as she shrugged up a shoulder, a hand lifting to motion for the bartender to bring her another round of shots in the same movement.

Frustration had Nat gritting her teeth, looking at Cara like she couldn't possibly begin to unweave the tangled threads of her mind. What did she want here? Did she want Nat to stay? Why? So she could wear her down with passive aggressive barbs to make herself feel better?

But ugh, her stupid ego. There was something about a challenge that made her need to be defiant overrule her ability to think logically. Logically, she should walk away. Logically, the only way from here was down.

Egoistically?

Nat shouldered back out of her jacket and dropped it over the back of her chair. "I'm fully capable of having a good time." Her brows lowered; challenge accepted and returned. "Are you?"

[pearls-of-taal]

Footsteps approach their camp, the footsteps belonging to @thetruescholar . She looks at a map held in one of her many hands then nods to herself.

How quaint of a little place.

there’s a distant rumble of thunder beyond her path, and what was once a bustling place full of joy and life had been reduced to mere rubble that laid itself against unnatural forms of earth cooled magma.

there’s the sounds of footsteps—not far from where the doctor stood—the fauna rustling, puddles disturbed and low-hung braches being shoved aside.

while the continuous rain roars down on every inch of this particular region, its residents are undisturbed and clearly accustomed, it shows from the way aperion appears on the same pathway a few minutes later without the slightest scrape against unburnt skin, eyes widening from the sight of natalia.

“holy hanan—!” she gasps, undoubtedly surprised from the new face. the umbrella she held fell, soaking the demigod in rainwater—though, she seems quite unbothered. “okay—wow, hi. gave me scare there.”

[dfivedesign]

Tribute to Mr. Chalamet 🥰😘✨

[serenastark-writes]

Chapter 4: Donuts, Revelation and Invinitation

Malibu, California. 2010.

The roar of engines filled the air as the Monaco Grand Prix reached its peak. Serena Stark sat in the backseat of a car, excitement bubbling within her as she watched the live feed of her father, Tony Stark, racing his sleek blue car. The blur of colors on the screen, the screech of tires on asphalt—this was her father in his element, pushing the limits of speed and technology.

Suddenly, the scene on the screen shifted, the camera capturing a figure stepping onto the track. The man wore a jumpsuit, his face obscured by a helmet, but what stood out were the electrified whips he wielded, crackling with deadly energy. Serena’s heart stopped as the figure swung the whips, slicing through the air before bringing them down on the bonnet of Tony’s car. 

The front of the car split away, and Serena’s breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror. The car twisted in the air, flipping upside down before crashing onto the track, trapping Tony inside. 

“Dad!” Serena’s voice trembled as she shouted. 

Pepper Potts, who was in the front seat, gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Tony!” 

Happy Hogan, ever the stalwart protector, slammed his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward as they raced to the scene. The chaos that unfolded in front of them was a nightmare, with debris scattered across the track and panicked spectators fleeing in all directions.

When they arrived, Serena’s heart raced as she took in the scene. Her father’s car lay in ruins, smoke curling from the wreckage, and the menacing figure of Whiplash stood over it, his whips sparking as he prepared to strike again.

Just as Whiplash was about to bring the whips down on Tony, Happy steered the car directly into him, slamming into the villain with a loud crash. The impact sent Whiplash stumbling backward, giving them the precious seconds they needed.

“Dad!” Serena cried out as she saw Tony crawling out of the wreckage, his suit tattered, but his spirit unbroken. Relief washed over her, but it was short-lived as she heard her mother’s voice, sharp with fear and anger.

“Are you out of your mind?” Pepper screamed, her voice echoing Serena’s own thoughts as she took in the sight of Tony’s battered form. 

“I was being attacked!” Tony argued back, his voice defensive, yet tinged with the same frustration Serena felt.

Before Serena could chime in, their attention was drawn back to Whiplash, who had recovered from the impact and was advancing toward them again, his whips slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Without a second thought, Serena reached for the suitcase that housed her father’s portable Iron Man suit. Her hands shook with urgency as she fumbled with the locks before finally tossing it to him. Tony caught it with ease, a brief moment of understanding passing between father and daughter before he activated the suit.

With a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs, the suit enveloped Tony’s body, the familiar red and gold armor gleaming under the scorching sun. Serena watched, her heart pounding, as her father stood tall, facing Whiplash head-on.

Flames from the wreckage danced dangerously close to them, but Serena knew, deep in her heart, that as long as her father wore that suit, he would protect them. He was Iron Man, and nothing would stop him from keeping them safe.

Whiplash lashed out, his electrified whips cracking through the air, but Tony was ready. A burst of energy erupted from his suit, sending Whiplash staggering backward. Seizing the opportunity, Tony pressed his advantage, launching a counterattack with the precision and power only Iron Man could muster.

The air was thick with tension as the two adversaries clashed, each refusing to give an inch. Serena held her breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched the battle unfold, every strike, every blow, feeling like a direct hit to her own heart.

And then, in a flash of light and heat, it was over.

Whiplash lay defeated, his whips sizzling and smoking as Tony stood victorious amidst the wreckage. The relief that washed over Serena was overwhelming, the tension draining from her body as she let out a shaky breath. Tony was safe, and for now, that was all that mattered.

As they emerged from their car, Serena couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for her father’s bravery and resilience. He was more than just a hero; he was her father, and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing he couldn’t overcome. 

Pepper rushed to Tony’s side, wrapping her arms around him, her earlier anger giving way to pure relief. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Tony hugged her back, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Pep. But you know me—I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

Serena joined them, wrapping her arms around her parents, feeling the warmth and safety of their embrace. Together, they stood amidst the chaos, a family united by love and the knowledge that no matter what dangers they faced, they would face them together.

Tony Stark and his daughter, Serena, sat comfortably inside the massive donut atop Randy’s Donuts, the iconic landmark in Los Angeles. It was a perfect day to escape the craziness of the world below, especially after the chaos they had just gone through in Monaco. Tony, clad in his Iron Man suit minus the helmet, casually munched on a glazed donut, while Serena sat beside him, enjoying her own.

“Seriously, Dad?” Serena smirked, watching as Tony took another bite. “A giant donut in a giant donut? You’re going for full-on irony now?” Tony chuckled, brushing off a few crumbs. “What can I say? When you’re feeling existential, nothing beats a good donut.” Just as Serena was about to respond, a voice boomed from below, cutting through their moment of peace. “Starks, I’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut”

Tony and Serena exchanged glances before leaning over the edge of the donut to see who was shouting. Standing below, in his long black leather coat and eyepatch, was none other than Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Great,” Tony muttered, rolling his eyes. “Can’t a guy enjoy a donut in peace?”

“Not when you’ve got a giant target on your back,” Serena quipped, grabbing another donut for the road as she followed her dad down from the oversized pastry. They descended from the donut and landed in front of Fury, who looked at them with his usual stern expression. “I hope you two aren’t thinking of spending the whole day up there,” he said, crossing his arms.

“What can I say, Nick?” Tony said with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s the perfect spot for some father-daughter bonding. You should try it sometime. Fury’s eye narrowed. “We have more pressing matters to discuss. And the world isn’t going to save itself while you’re sitting in a donut.”

Before Tony could make another witty remark, Natasha Romanoff entered, Tony’s assistant—who up until now, Serena had thought was just another one of Tony’s hired hands. But the presence of Daniella Romanoff, Serena's adopted sister, was what truly surprised her. Serena had always known Daniella was a little more intense than your average assistant, but she had never expected this.

“Nat?” Tony asked, surprise evident in his voice as Natasha approached them. “And Dani? What’s going on?” Natasha didn’t break stride as she approached, her expression all business. “We need to talk, Tony. Serena.” Daniella, standing beside her, crossed her arms, her expression a mix of seriousness and concern. “You might want to listen to her, Tony.”

Fury watched the scene unfold with an almost amused glint in his eye. “Allow me to introduce Agent Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow,” he said, gesturing to Natasha. “And Agent Daniella Romanoff, who has been keeping an eye on you as well.” Tony blinked, glancing between the two women he thought he knew. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You two are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?” Serena was equally stunned, looking at Daniella with wide eyes. “Daniel, how could you keep this from me?”

Daniella sighed, stepping closer to her sister. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, Ena. But it was for your protection. And for Dad’s. We had to make sure you were safe before we could tell you.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair, the realization slowly sinking in. “So all this time… you two have been spying on me?”

“Not spying,” Natasha corrected. “Protecting. Monitoring. Making sure you don’t get yourself killed while you’re out there playing superhero.” Fury, tired of the chit-chat, stepped forward. “Stark, we need you to focus. The world is changing, and we need to be prepared. That’s where you come in. We’re putting together a team—a team of people with special abilities, and we want you to be a part of it.”

Tony arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite himself. “A team? What kind of team?”

“A team to defend the world from threats it can’t handle on its own,” Fury replied. “We’re calling it the Avengers Initiative.”

Serena’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Avengers. She had heard rumors about S.H.I.E.L.D. working on something big, but she never imagined her dad would be at the center of it. “You want Dad to join the Avengers?” she asked, looking between Fury and Natasha.

“We want both of you,” Fury said, his gaze locking onto Serena’s. “You’ve inherited more from your father than just his wit and stubbornness. Your skills and intelligence make you a valuable asset. You’re both needed for what’s coming.” Tony let out a low whistle, leaning back slightly as he considered the offer. “You really think I’m Avenger material?”

Natasha smirked, her serious demeanor softening just a fraction. “With some guidance, yes. But it’s not just about you, Tony. This is about something bigger than all of us.”

Tony glanced at Serena, who looked back at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was a lot to take in. His daughter had already been through so much, and now they were being asked to join a team that would put them both in even greater danger. But he knew they didn’t really have a choice. The world was changing, and they needed to be ready. Tony finally nodded, his usual bravado returning as he looked at Fury. “Alright, Nick. We’re in. But I’m going to need a new suit—and maybe a bigger donut.”

Fury’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I think that can be arranged. Welcome to the Avengers, Stark. Both of you.”

As they walked back to the car, Serena couldn’t help but glance at Daniella, who gave her a reassuring smile. This wasn’t going to be easy, but at least they would face it together—as a family. And as for Tony, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at Serena, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would tackle them side by side. After all, they were Starks—and Starks always found a way.

PS: Daniella Romanoff is an OC of @mutantwitchgirl

[n8-shaw]

A snort of laughter slipped from Nate at the sarcasm coated on Nat's response, giving her a sideways look - a moment of commiseration, something both of them, and not many others here, understood. "The lamps here probably could pay someones rent," he muttered, nose wrinkling up slightly. Nate knew all too well how much these type of people spent on shit. It was why he dreaded coming back here, the disparity between him and others his age, the people he had once thought were his peers until the unbridgeable divide between them became all too obvious. "You ever wish you hadn't ever gotten involved in all this shit?" he asked, a frown crossing his face as he looked down at Nat.

Nat laughed. It was a quiet thing steeped in a little of the shared misery that came from being surrounded by people with money while knowing that lifestyle would always remain just out of reach. "Me? I'm having an amazing time," she said, the sarcasm in her voice enough to tell him that she meant the opposite. "I love being surrounded by furniture that costs more than my entire life. I just pretended to be a lamp in the corner for like fifteen minutes. Never felt fancier in my life."

[morrisxn02]

✍︎ @nataliavega

He really wanted to leave. Loud music, louder freshmen, dim lighting that made him squint to adapt whenever he wanted to look at his phone. Jesus, he was getting old… Or maybe he just really wanted to leave. Neon glowsticks, solo cups, annoying conversations, two stereos playing different songs at the same time, Natalia Vega–? Had she been there before? His wandering eyes had to go back to her for confirmation, and then they lingered on her sight for a few seconds. Well, maybe he could stay just a little bit… As he walked across the room to her, he snatched two beers from a cooler on the way. “You know, I was starting to think you were trying to avoid me…” He said, approaching her from behind, a mischievous smile on his face, as he childishly hoped that he might catch her by surprise and spook her.

[rcguelcver]

@nghtdsires continued from here

It was rare that her family had anyone round for the holidays that wasn't immediate family, but those odd times were rather nice, a new face to celebrate with, difference in conversations and activities. Natalia was their current guest, and whilst the day was going well, she noticed the woman needing a break, one she was often taking to just get some peace and quiet, because her family were anything but. After a short while, and stepping away to get herself a drink, the blonde decided to excuse herself, check in on her guest and headed up to their room, expecting to find the other napping, or attempting to do so, but as she snuck into the room, the sight had a fire lit inside her instantly, an ache pulsating from between her legs as she carefully shut the door once more and stepping further into the room. Natalia hadn't noticed her yet, and honestly, Bobbie found it addictive to watch and not be seen, the way the other touched herself, but as Bobbie attempted to move to stand even closer, greedy to see even better of the woman on the bed, she'd caused a stir in the other, being spotted by dark, half-hooded eyes, and the way her name was moaned almost made her knees weak. Nodding at the question put to her, Bobbie's mouth parted, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips. "You have no idea how much I like what I see." She craved the other woman, the sight of her an absolute feast she would love to devour, but to keep watching would drive her crazy, and yet, she would continue watching for as long as Natalia would let her. "I want you to keep going."

[mari-zuko]

who: @nataliavega when: new years eve, beginning of the party where: their room at the hamptons house

Mari slipped back into the bedroom she had been staying in, having changed into her gold mini dress in their en suite bathroom, her hair down and loose, her make-up already done. For all intents and purposes, she was ready to go down to the party, but she was...dragging her feet. Of course. With the text she had gotten while putting the finishing touches on her makeup, what else was she supposed to do? When it came down to it, giving in to the whims of the anonymous stalker was low on the list - even though she had been avoiding her roommate for this trip for the past few days, barely having spoken to Nat since their...night out a few weeks ago, even with the shared quarters, a sense of relief settled over her when she realized she was still in their room. "Hey," Mari said, stepping over to where she had left her shoes, sitting on her bed to buckle them on. "You almost ready to head down there?"

[soldefied]

"wonder all you want, darling, but i could literally sit here all day just watching you," talia laughed before adding, "in a non-creepy way, i mean." moving around the counter, talia picked up a towel and started wiping things down. "nah, the sooner we get this place all cleaned up, the sooner we can start our night. and there's something i've been wanting to talk to you about," she said, quickly leaning in to press her lips against shepard's cheek. "and now that i've said that, i have a feeling you're not going to let me wait until we finish to tell you."

@lcvelymxnifest

"wonder all you want, darling, but i could literally sit here all day just watching you," talia laughed before adding, "in a non-creepy way, i mean." moving around the counter, talia picked up a towel and started wiping things down. "nah, the sooner we get this place all cleaned up, the sooner we can start our night. and there's something i've been wanting to talk to you about," she said, quickly leaning in to press her lips against shepard's cheek. "and now that i've said that, i have a feeling you're not going to let me wait until we finish to tell you."

@lcvelymxnifest

[n8-shaw]

who: @nataliavega when: afternoon, may 28th where: linden #6

Nate would talk to pretty much anyone if it bought him more time before having to head out that afternoon, positively dragging his feet about returning to Sag Harbor. But, maybe surprisingly, he actually wanted to see Nat. And as more than just a procrastination technique. He found himself in front of her door without really deciding to fully go through with it, knocking at it and waiting for her to answer. Once she did, he just looked down at her for a moment, one corner of his mouth slightly twitching up. "Can I come in?" he asked. He could admit that it'd be more than reasonable for her to say no - fuck, he had been trying to push her into wanting to say no for over a year now. And yet...here he was.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @nataliavega when: the night before spring semester starts where: waverly #201

Ollie had vanished at some point, leaving Jacqui alone in their room, which led to their norm - a freshly packed bowl, a record on, and Jacqui sprawled in the midst of the floor, repeatedly turning the music up as they melted deeper into their high. They heard a knock at the door, figuring it was someone coming to say turn the music down - just hopefully not the RA. Not that it stopped Jacqui from hollering that the door was unlocked, head rolling on the floor to face whoever came in.

A smile spread slowly across Jacqui's face when she realized it was Nat - not that she knew her that well, but she had enjoyed her the few times they had met. "Hey," they greeted, patting the floor next to them. "Want to join me?"

[littledecth]

BEE VOLTA A SUPERFÍCIE DEPOIS DE NADAR ATÉ A OUTRA - cabelo molhado pelo qual ela passa a mão, jogando para trás as madeixas , e depois correndo a palma pelo rosto antes de chegar a borda da piscina. pega no seu coquetel com a destra, cuidadosa em não deixar que seus dedos escorregadios deixem a taça escapar, e toma um gole generoso, olhando para natalia com olhos que se abrem mais a cada novo engolir, como se não pudesse acreditar no sabor.

 ❛ deuses, ❜ a filha de fobos diz, depois de soltar a bebida, devolvendo ao chão perto de seus corpos.  ❛ o que acha que elas colocam nisso ? ❜ riu com diversão no timbre, depois abriu um sorriso doce , buscando a mão da outra na água.  ❛ fico feliz por estarmos aqui juntas. ❜ declarou, em voz baixa, derramando toda a sinceridade do mundo naquelas curtas palavras.  ❛ quer dizer, ❜ assumiu novamente o tom zombeteiro, voltando-se ao copo e correndo a ponta dos dedos em sua boca.  ❛ não é o meu chalé, nem de madrugada, e isso não é vodka russa, mas .. ❜ mais uma risada, e apertou sua palma na dela com segurança antes de a deixar ir.  ❛ é mais que o suficiente. ❜

então, ela apoiou os braços cruzados na borda, e com ternura nos olhos, fitou a amiga. beatrice não tinha tido aquilo antes do acampamento - companhias queridas, e pessoas preciosas. não, uma criança singular demais para o mundo , sua vida havia sido vazia e solitária. porém, era graças a pessoas como a filha de hécate que aquilo mudou . hoje, não se sentia sozinha, pois tinha finalmente - uma família.  ❛ como você 'tá ? ❜ perguntou, suave e honesta.

@magicwithaxes

[cara-mrrsn]

If Cara was a more self-aware person, she'd realize how many favors she had been granted by the universe, just how much privilege she walked through life with. But she had never been able to see herself very clearly, and so Cara just sighed, lips turning downwards into a petulant frown as she swirled the liquid in the glass she was holding, eyes on it before they flickered back towards Nat, taking a sip as she watched her for a moment. "Hardly ever," she agreed, utterly sincere in her sentiment. Because, in Cara's mind, that was the truth - growing up with someone like Greer, and that being the standard by which she judged things by...she certainly had had things harder. But it was so much less than anyone else's hardships.

She was never one to look on the bright side of things, though.

Nat chewed on her bottom lip, wondering why she thought for a moment she might have had any sort of upper hand in any situation with Cara ever. Talking to her now, Nat felt just as mousey as she had her entire life, reduced to a background character. Cara wasn't even being mean and even still, Nat felt uneasy. "Yeah..." she agreed slowly, quietly. "The universe never does us any favors, does it?" There was an emphasis on the word, one G had used specifically in her message. But it was so vague, so subtle, that she was sure Cara wouldn't pick up on it. Even still, she watched closely, for even a twitch.

She'd pounce then, she promised herself. And then almost immediately readied herself to break it.