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Natalia Romanova. Do not call me Natasha; that is not my name anymore. I am no longer a part of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D., so don't bother bringing them up. I am the Black Widow for a reason. Care to find out? [ Evil Nat | AU Post-Avengers | Multiverse ] Please read About before interaction Current M!A: None Tracked tag: acognitiverecalibration Note: This is my portrayal of a villain AU Natasha Romanoff. I do not own the character Natalia Romanova. Nothing is mine unless I state otherwise. This blog is NSFW, but triggers will be tagged as such.

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Evil Angel || Tony & Natalia

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Tony threw back another glass of scotch, eyes shutting tight as he swallowed the liquid down before placing the glass back on the counter. Whatever Natalia wanted, it’d better have been good. Stark wasn’t in the mood to be messed about though he was rarely in that kind of mood anymore. His snarky comments had only slowly turned into cold insults and he hadn’t laughed in weeks. How could he? He had no one around to trust and he really didn’t feel like he could trust anyone asides from JARVIS and Dummy and they were his own creations. 

When he heard the elevator doors slide open he looked up from the bottle of scotch, which he’d been moments later been considering taking another long swig off and his eyes locked onto Natalia. It’d certainly been a while since he’d seen her, a year at least. Maybe it’d would have been different if everything that had happened, hadn’t but he rarely pleased to anyone anymore. 

“I wouldn’t have had much of a problem keeping in that way.” He murmured to himself and walked out from behind his bar taking a few steps towards her, hands buried inside the pockets of his jeans. “Apparently.” He spoke loud enough for her to hear this time.”So what do you want? And why the hell are you going by Natalia now?” 

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Natalia read his lips before he spoke, asking the inevitable question that meant he did not know about her departure from SHIELD. That could only mean that this conversation with him could go either very well or very badly, but considering what she had with her, she knew he would at least hear her out. It was a risk, hiding in plain sight to go see him, but at this point, it was necessary.

"I have something that might interest you," she spoke calmly, tucking a hand into the front pocket of her jeans. "They're files that I have stolen from SHIELD over the past 10 years; a safety net of sorts, you could say. A few of them hold information that I'm sure you would like to read."

The assassin took a deep breath, tilting her head slightly before she explained why she no longer went by Natasha. "I am Natalia Romanova once again because I left SHIELD. I had a huge falling out with them over a call I made on a mission, so I have been freelance ever since. I was tired of going by the name they had given me, so I returned to my roots. I'm the real Black Widow for the first time in a decade."

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Pardon me while I rage because I lost Tumblr was a dick and wouldn't post my reply, then I lost all the text to that three para reply.

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I'll be account hopping today, so if you have me on Skype, that will be your best shot at contacting me while I'm running around and doing replies.

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Alright, it's 6 am here and I need to hit the sack before my mom wakes up here in a bit. I'll be back later today, hopefully in the early afternoon.

And to all the new followers, welcome! I'm horrible at doing greeting posts, but if you ever want to plot anything, just drop me an ask and let me know or tag me in a post with acognitiverecalibration.

'Night!

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Evil Angel || Tony & Natalia

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Tony was down in his garage underneath the Ford Flathead Roaster making changes to the engine when JARVIS lowered the volume of his music and spoke. He’d spent years trying to fix up with his father and now blasting his music and hiding out underneath his cars, fixing them up seemed to have become one of his favorite hobbies. If it kept him busy then it kept him happy. 

“Sir, Natalia Romanova would like to speak with you.” 

“Why would I-” Tony cut himself off and pushed himself out from under the car, back laid flat against the skateboard keeping him level. “Natalia Romanova?” He repeated her name but slower. He knew that name and he knew who it belonged to. Whilst Tony had spent time hacking into SHIELDs database which was still considerably easy now they considered him somewhat of a threat he’d found plenty of information regarding Natasha or rather Natalia. But what would she want? There was only so much he could look into and hack into, some information was hidden from him and why she was no longer referring to herself as Natasha was a mystery to him. 

He forced himself up off the skateboard and stood, putting down the wrench in his hand before he made his way out of the garage and up the stairs. “Send her up, tell her I’m on the party deck.” Without another word Tony called the elevator and got inside, patting his fingertips against the side of his legs he walked out when the doors finally slid open and went straight over towards his bar. 

Tony grabbed a glass and poured himself a fair amount of scotch before taking a sip. This would be interesting and what the hell did she want anyway? Unless this was just another way for SHIELD to sneak up on him, in which case he’d quickly think up a response but for now he’d wait and see what she wanted. 

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She called for the elevator once she was told she could go upstairs, taking another glance out at the people walking past the front doors to be on the safe side. The last thing she needed was for SHIELD to come in and try to apprehend her while she had the files. To her knowledge, they had no clue that she had acquired the intel about countless missions, enemies, allies and so much more that she could use to her advantage. It was something that would certainly come in handy one day.

Once the doors opened, Natalia stepped inside and hit the button for the penthouse floor. She was surprised that he had let her go up there so easily, but she already knew that there would be countless questions waiting for her once she saw him. Why are you Natalia now? Are you still one of SHIELD's lackeys? What's with the getup? But she would have to answer each question with the truth, especially if she wanted him to see those files.

Natalia kept a hold of her purse as the elevator took her to the penthouse, mentally coming up with exit strategies should the conversation turn sour at any point. It was a habit that saved her life many times, and leaving SHIELD meant that she needed to keep it going if she wanted to live. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened once again, she stepped out into the penthouse, catching sight of Tony out of the corner of her eye.

"Stark." Her lips curled up into a smirk as she took her sunglasses off, keeping her natural accent and fixing her gaze on him. "Long time, no see."

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Evil Angel || Tony & Natalia

Natalia made her way to Stark Tower with her encrypted external hard drive full of files that she knew Tony Stark would be interested in, having kept them for safe keeping if she were to ever need them. It had been over a year since she had last seen him, but it was hard to avoid chatter about him these days with the Tower and everything he had been up to.

He was Tony Stark, after all.

She had left SHIELD just six months ago when they claimed that she made the wrong call on a mission. Natalia knew it was the right one, but once they put out news that she had gone rogue, she went off the grid with files she acquired during her time there. Since then, she slipped back into the cold, dark persona she was before she joined them: Natalia Romanova, the real Black Widow. She rid herself of the name SHIELD had given her and went back to her Russian roots, accent and all. 

Although she was a freelance assassin once again, she was not there to kill Stark. Only intelligence agencies knew she had gone back to her old profession, but she was not sure if he knew that she was no longer with SHIELD.

No time like the present.

Wearing sunglasses and a fedora to cover her pinned-up crimson hair, Natalia stepped into the lobby, walking back to the elevators and looking into a camera. The purse she was carrying only held the hard drive and a wallet with a fake ID, but she held it close in case anyone else from SHIELD were to show up. Even though she had knives and a gun hidden on her person, she knew she would have to reveal them in order to get anywhere in the Tower.

"JARVIS?" Natalia asked, her Russian accent never ceasing in her voice. "Please inform Mr. Stark that Natalia Romanova is here to speak with him."

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“I’m here on my own will, to warn you about something. But are you really so naive to believe that SHIELD lost the radar on you so easily? You’re right in one thing, Fury wants you back. No one really seems to understand where the sudden change came from.” Outside the resort was the Mark VII activated and ready for action as soon as Stark requires, and JARVIS I was running a couple of analysis of the current situation. Looking networks, weapons, any frequency to come of any material or living in the place.

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"To warn me about something? What, are they sending you after me soon? Or, don't tell me, you're worried about me?" Natalia scoffed, thinking that he was stupid to even come and find her. She knew that he would have come prepared, but if she so desired, she could kill him before his suit could protect him. The only reason she had yet to do anything to Tony was because of the small ounce of lingering respect she had for the Iron Man. 

"I have been covering my tracks, but now you compromised this safe house of mine." She stated with her thick Russian accent and reached for her glass of vodka, finishing it off before turning her back to him. "Leave now, Stark. Then you might live to fight another day."

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“Doors open from both sides.”

Foreshadowing brought to you by Clint Barton

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Be back soon. I'm hopping on another account.

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Evil!Darcy [stole the tesseract, and scepter.] || OPEN

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Darcy spun, the scepter slipping in her fingers til it was outstretched mimicking Loki faintly. “Ah little spider, did you come to join me… or come to die?” she asked, walking forward before letting the cold metal slip back through her fingers. Darcy moved forward, surprisingly quick before touching Natalia’s cheek before slipping back faster. “I see you’ve shed Natasha… Natalia.” she said, the Tesseract’s magic coursing through her veins, her eyes shockingly blue as she met the other woman’s eyes again.

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Natalia crossed her arms over her chest as she stood her ground, unfazed by the small but sudden contact from Darcy's fingers brushing over her cheek. "Dying is not on my agenda today." She tilted her head as she kept her eyes locked with Darcy's. "You are correct, Natasha no longer exists. She just couldn't cut it, if you get my meaning."

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Evil!Darcy [stole the tesseract, and scepter.] || OPEN

Darcy didn’t have a plan for the tesseract, the scepter heavy in her hands as she stood watching the scene of utter chaos before her. The tesseracts magic was coursing through her body, her heart pounding as she walked forward slowly. She licked her lips, glancing down at her new attire, the clothes skintight and very pleasing to the male, or female brain. It wasn’t until she heard footsteps behind her, that she took notice of anyone close to her.

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Natalia was hiding in the shadows, watching the events before her unfold. The last she heard, the Tesseract was in Asgard and the scepter was locked deep within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vaults, out of reach to most people. Whatever happened to Darcy made her able to steal both artifacts and it amazed Natalia. She finally took a few steps forward and stopped a fair distance behind the brunette. "Well, this is certainly a surprise." She spoke, her heavy Russian accent rolling off her tongue.

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