Natasha Romanoff

The truth is a matter of circumstances. It's not all things, to all people, all the time. Neither am I.

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wcdncsdcyiisms:

“you son of a —!” wednesday almost bit the person’s hand when they tried to keep her from yelling. she angrily wiped her mouth and spit down at their shoes, “put your hand on my mouth like that again and i’ll bite you. on second thought, i’ll do more than bite your hand.“

“Hey!” Natasha called out, striding across towards the pair with a confidence that surprised even her. Adrenaline was what she would later blame it on, her the fact that she wanted to appear tough, and so pretended she was. She was an actress, after all. “You know I can have security out here in a matter of seconds,” she nodded in the direction of the theatre. It didn’t seem like the girl needed any help, but Natasha wasn’t going to just leave her there in case, and she fixed the man with a glare.

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ariaphotographylover:

Aria just arrived on the island and was hoping that someone could tell her where they were. She wasn’t sure if her friends were here, but if they were she wanted to find them. “What is this place?” 

Natasha had been passing by when she heard the question, and though not entirely sure it was directed at her specifically, she paused in her step, glancing round to lay eyes on the girl who had spoken, a slightly amused smile on her lips. Why did no one seem to know anything about the place before visiting anymore? “It’s an island...” she started, chuckling a little. “Although I assume you know that much from the trip here.” 

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intcxicating:

“OKAY…I know this is a weird request but can you please pretend like we’re dating for the next few minutes? I’ll repay my love with alcohol and kisses…”

“I’ve had weirder requests,” Natasha chuckled. “Although usually people offer a rather different method of payment. But, I’m in a good mood, and I don’t have to be anywhere for a while.”

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mythlcbitch:

the other woman was definitely something to look at – something that heather herself could admire, beauty. after all, heather herself was all about looks and reputation so she befriended anyone whom she could see fitting with her. “thanks for the information, it’s very. so far i haven’t gotten much… but at least i won’t have to go back to that school filled to the brim with bozos and airheads.”

“Perhaps not a school filled with them,” Natasha chuckled, shrugging slightly. “But there certainly seem to be a few around the island lately.” Not that she really paid that much attention to them; given her choice of career, she usually woke late and spent what time she had before heading to the theatre either relaxing or running errands, but even she hadn’t failed to notice that people seemed stranger than usual.

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mythlcbitch:

          blue hues quickly click towards the other person whom was closest to her, arms crossed tightly against her red blazer covered chest she’d give a slight smile with a hint of sarcasm. “excuse me? yeah – i don’t recollect getting wasted last night so i’m a bit confused on how i got here and where the hell this dump is? any ideas?”

Natasha arched a brow at the tone, but other than that didn’t remark on it; what good would it do if she did? Instead, she simply shrugged, keeping her tone pleasant. “Around here we just call it the Island.” If the place had a proper name, it had been lost long ago. “But as for how you got here I’m afraid I don’t know.” More and more people seemed to be turning up without knowing how they got there lately, and it was starting to bother her.

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hvrdtimes:

‘ my mom and i don’t talk. she demands and i do. ’ she said. ‘ this is my first time not to have to train since i could walk. i’m not wasting my time. plus i don’t run away from anything or anyone. she’s not here. ’ 

“That doesn’t sound like a fun way to live,” Natasha shrugged, feeling oddly like she could relate to that way of life on some level, though not really understanding why. She pushed the feeling aside, putting it down to having probably played a character with a similar backstory at some point. “But if you’re not running away, and if you are I guess I understand why... what are you doing here?”

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hvrdtimes:

‘ i can only imagine my mom would pitch a fit if she knew i wasn’t taking classes here. but if there’s no SHIELD coming to help us — then we’re never going home, who cares about college ? ’

“You running away or something?” Natasha’s brow furrowed at the girl. “Because maybe it would be better to just talk to your mom about why you’re not going to class, instead of running away.”

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darkhistoried:

“they could cut new batches every morning.” clementine responds easily before letting out a sigh. “i know i’m not going to change anything by talking about it but where i come from we don’t let anything go to waste.”

“That’s very admirable,” Natasha nodded in approval, but gave a small shrug even as she did so. “But I’m afraid it’s just not feasible everywhere. But they take care of the flowers they have, feed them and make sure they have water.”

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southsidethug:

“Like the fact that you can never leave?” He offered, like he was pointing out the obvious. “Shit. So you’re like the only one who didn’t get themselves kidnapped and thrown here without any way of getting out.”

“No...” Natasha’s brow creased as she frowned at him, shaking her head slightly. “Like the fact that when I was a kid there always seemed to be something more important for me to do here, and then I got offered a role in a play that was too good to pass up.” One day she’d leave, perhaps, but she didn’t feel the same need to escape as she used to. “Why do people seem to think everyone here has just... found themselves here?”

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darkhistoried:

clementine nods, head tilting to the side slightly as the other explains. “i suppose that makes sense. i don’t see why they cut so many flowers if they aren’t going to sell them all during the holiday.”

“Well it’s not like they know how many they’re going to sell, and flowers get sold all year round anyway.” As far as Natasha was concerned, it didn’t really make a difference whether the flowers were marketed for Valentine’s Day or not.

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stvrbound:

“she’s my aunt, but she’s also my legal guardian, so kind of like a mom.” he furrowed his brow at her offer, shaking his head, she seemed nice enough, but there was something strange about her. though peter brushed it off, after all he’d only met her once, and barely just. “no, i haven’t been able to get in touch with her.”

“Ah,” she nodded in understanding, not needing nor wanting to ask any more details than that. “Well I guess she would be quite worried then,” any parent, or parental figure would be. “But when did you last see her? If it was only a few hours she’s probably not panicking yet.”

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Arrow Necklace

Natasha doesn’t remember how or when she got this necklace, only that she can’t remember a time when she didn’t have it. It’s something she wears every day, and when possible she’ll find a way to incorporate it into her costumes at the theatre. Though she doesn’t know why, she treasures it, and it gives her a sense of something akin to security.

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stvrbound:

when he looked up, the last person he expected to see was the black widow. his eyes widened and he hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. if everything had gone the way tony hoped, none of them would know who he was. “yeah. no, i’m fine, it’s may who’s probably freaking out right now.”

“May?” she questioned, tilting her head slightly. “I’m assuming that’s a friend or relative of some kind?” Not a difficult assumption to make given he clearly thought they would be worried. “Well,  you want to borrow my phone so that you can call her? Let her know you’re alright?”

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stvrbound:

surprisingly, he wasn’t really too worried about not knowing quite where he was, strange things had been happening to him ever since he’d been bit by the spider. there was one worry that came to the forefront of his mind, though. “aunt may is gonna be pissed.” more like she would be in tears, distraught at the idea of losing him, but that statement would have made his heart hurt a little and guilt welled up in his chest.

If there was one thing Natasha always ensured, it was that she got to the theatre in plenty of time. Arriving late meant hurrying through preparations, and it was no good to go on stage when the time beforehand had been so stressful. Knowing she had time to spare, and that she wasn’t far from the theatre, she hesitated only a moment before calling out to the boy she saw sitting alone, approaching at a steady pace so as not to risk scaring him “Hey kid, you alright?”

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cursedclarkkent:

“That is a very valid opinion,” Clark replied with a nod as he took notes from what she was saying, as well as who was saying it. He was not a paparazzi or anything of the sort, but neither was he ignorant. “I’m rather old fashioned myself, if you’re with someone, you’ll show them your affection on a daily basis. Having one day a year to be nice to your significant other or whatever is, in my opinion, a crime.” He gave the redhead a smile. “So what about you?” he asked in follow up. “Big plans tonight? Or someone making big plans for you?”

“No plans,” Natasha shook her head, a wry smile curving slightly at her lips. “At least not those sort of plans.” Or any plans that were even vaguely out of the ordinary for her, really. “Can’t say I mind, though. After I finish work for the night I pretty much just want to get home anyway.” She loved what she did, and being on stage, but it was definitely draining, and her bed was the only place she wanted to be. “What about you? Got a big date planned?”

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darkhistoried:

“what happens to the flowers after the holiday is over?” her fingers gently brush over one of the blossoms before she turns to the person next to her. “do they just get thrown away? that seems like a waste.” 

“What, the ones that aren’t sold?” Natasha shrugged. “They probably just get added into bouquets or something. As long as they’re still alive I doubt they’d get thrown away. It’s more profitable for the sellers to find another way to sell them.”

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cursedclarkkent:

Not everyone had been all ‘Valentine’d up lately. Clark had spent the majority of the past few weeks distracted - since he remembered who he really was - and so was for whatever reason left to his own devices. He was sitting in the coffee shop, passing on the Mint Strawberry Valentine’s Mocha, in favor of a black coffee with cream and sugar. But it was a good time to write an article about it, just the same. “Excuse me,” he said to the person at the next table, looking over to them. “What’s your take on this whole Valentine’s Day thing? A time of true love? Or an excuse for the candy and flower companies to boost their business?”

Natasha loved her job, but two-show days were hard work no matter how long you’d been in the performance industry, and she’d quickly learned that a strong coffee to start the day was the only way to get through them. She’d picked a table in the corner of the cafe, hoping for a bit of peace and quiet before she headed to the theatre, but evidently that was not to be as someone, seemingly a reporter, addressed her. Briefly she considered ignoring him, but she’d always been taught to be nice to the press because they could build you up or tear you down. Besides, he seemed polite enough. ”The latter,” Natasha shrugged, ever a cynic of the particular holiday in question. “If you love someone, you should show them every day. Why should there be one day when we’re meant to go above and beyond? Shouldn’t we be doing that anyway?” Of course, maybe her distaste for Valentine’s Day had something to do with the fact that love was the one thing missing from the redhead’s life.