chernaya vdova

Neighbors - Bobbi & Natasha

agentmorse:

The blonde had secured far too much pizza, probably, but she had wanted her bases covered. She was balancing the boxes and knocked on Natasha’s door with her foot. Bobbi still looked like a mess, but she was just excited to be seeing the redhead.

Natasha couldn’t help but smile when she opened the door. Bobbi arriving with a bunch of pizza was a bit of a vision, especially after all she had been through lately. She helped with some of the pizza boxes as she led Bobbi inside.

“Okay, this was definitely a good idea.”

Aftermath - Clint & Natasha

cxntseemtomiss:

Clint wasn’t really sure what to expect of all of this, he had come back hopeful but prepared for things to go the wrong way. Of course he wanted things to be good between them, she was so much to him, but their lives were never normal and much more complicated than any other’s.

A slight chuckle left his lips with a slight smile. “Yeah, no invasions would be good,” he said looking down at her. “It’d be nice to… settle, for a while. To relax with someone I care about and not have to worry about things going wrong.” It didn’t take a genius to see from the look in his eye and the way he was talking that he meant her. “Yeah, we’re okay then.”

"I'd like that too." There was a silence, and it became very apparent that Clint wasn't going to move. Natasha stepped forward instead, wrapping her arms around him to pull him into a gentle hug. Natasha never really felt like she was "home," but being close to Clint came close. She let herself relax a little in his embrace, breathing in his scent.

"This is okay?" Natasha didn't want to let go, but she was ready to jump backward if Clint tried anything funny, or if this wasn't all right with him.

#cxntseemtomiss

jane-buchanan-barnes

[ Code Red || Closed ]

jane-buchanan-barnes:

The soldier had not been surprised to hear that Natalia Romanova was the one who had been selected. She remembered the girl from all those years ago, and even then her talent had been obvious. Natalia and her rival – angry little Yelena Belova – had been at the top of their class.

She found Natalia waiting for her when she walked into the training room, and she nodded in greeting at the other woman. “Natalia,” she said, “you are early. That is good.” It was always better to be early than late.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she looked Natalia up and down. “We are going to start with a small exercise. Your goal is to reach that red tile,” she said, gesturing towards a painted square on the floor at the opposite end of the room. “You have three minutes. I will work to stop you. If you succeed, we will repeat the exercise with a decreased time limit. Are you ready? Have you stretched?”

Natalia’s first thought was that the Soldier was tall. 75% of this thought pertained to the Soldier being easier to flip, since Natalia had a low center of gravity, but the other 25% pertained to the fact that she rather enjoyed the Soldier’s stature. It was irrelevant to their training, but the Soldier was easy on the eyes. She wouldn’t let herself get distracted, though.

“Good morning, Soldier.” Natalia nodded when she greeted her, and then listened to the rest of what she said. “Yes, I stretched before I came. I’m ready to take you on.” And I’ll win, too.

#janebuchananbarnes

jane-buchanan-barnes

[ Code Red || Closed ]

jane-buchanan-barnes:

@chernaya

The soldier’s last mission had gone well, very well. In fact, General Karpov had called it flawless, the highest praise he’d ever given her. The American president was dead, the double agent Oswald had taken the fall and, in a lucky twist of fate, he had been murdered by an enraged citizen before he had any chance to cast doubt on his guilt.

The general was very pleased indeed.

He came to see her a few days later, sliding into the seat across from her as she steadily ate her way through her prescribed evening meal.

“Soldier,” he said, “I have a task for you.”

She swallowed her mouthful of herring and placed her fork on the table beside her plate. “Sir?” she asked, straightening her back and squaring her shoulders.

“Do you remember the young Black Widows you were helping to train?” he asked.

She nodded. She had only worked with the girls for a few weeks, but she recalled the gaggle of coltish twelve- and thirteen-year-olds, still learning to adapt to their skills to suit their changing bodies.

That had been some time ago. The ones who had survived would be grown by now.

“Am I to work with one of them on a mission?” she asked.

The general shook his head. “No. I would like you to begin one-on-one training with the most promising of the Widows. She is very talented. With specialized training from you, she will doubtless become invaluable to us.”

“Yes, sir,” the soldier said. This was a reward, she realized; she liked teaching, and General Karpov knew it.

The general nodded. “Very good,” he said. “You will meet Natalia Romanova in Room 13 tomorrow morning.”

Natalia couldn’t help but feel a little glimmer of pride. She kept it to herself, of course, but it wasn’t every widow who got to train with the Soldier. She also kept it secret that she felt bad that Yelena hadn’t been selected, but that was how things went in the Red Room. As close as they were, even if they kept it hidden, competition had destroyed what they had been, and Natalia had come out on top.

She waited in Room 13 for the Soldier, hoping to be able to show her what she was made of. She hoped the Soldier would underestimate her - that would be all to her advantage. She had heard the Soldier was very tall as well, and she hoped to use that against her as well. She knew the Soldier was deadly, but Natalia had a lower and better center of gravity. She wasn’t about to let herself be defeated easily.

#janebuchananbarnes

Neighbors - Bobbi & Natasha

agentmorse:

“Wine is good.” Bobbi smiled widely, letting her genuine excitement show. “I’ll see you up there, okay?”

Natasha nodded, watching Bobbi go. Later, when her laundry was finished, she waited for Bobbi to arrive, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. She made herself look less disheveled and more like a person, brushing her hair and putting on a green shirt that went with her eyes. She was a human disaster currently, but she’d be damned if she looked like one.

Neighbors - Bobbi & Natasha

agentmorse:

“Okay. Then I’ll get two different toppings on each side so we have options– Or two different pizzas… And hey, what do you want to drink? Beer? Do you have some in your apartment?” The blonde just wanted all her bases covered.

“I’ve got some wine, if that’s all right.” Natasha wasn’t really a beer person. “And that sounds good.” She still half wondered if this was a trap, but she wanted badly to trust Bobbi. If she was honest with herself, she missed her.

Double Deception - Emma & Natasha

#hey look I'm alive again #stillalostgirl

stillalostgirl:

Damn, the woman wasn’t letting up. Still, a little flirting couldn’t hurt, right? At least it would help her blend in. “Thanks,” she said with a small smile. “I guess I just focused on you because you’re… gorgeous, really.”

She flashed a small smile and went back to her typing, trying surreptitiously to keep an eye out for Romanov.

The comment made Natasha blush, despite herself, but she supposed that lent credibility to her alias. She thought she had had better self control than that, though. She was really out of practice if a stranger’s compliment made her turn red.

“Pot, kettle.” Natasha settled on that for a response, flashing the woman a wink and watching her for a moment over coffee. The woman seemed to be looking out for someone, but maybe she was just trying to sneak glances at Natasha. Either way, worth keeping an eye on, either for the prospect of a brief fling, or someone who had been planted here to find her.

Aftermath - Clint & Natasha

#that's okay! I also took long sorry D:#cxntseemtomiss

“Your paranoia is always through the roof, that’s nothing new, but after all of this it’s understandable.” In his mind his half assed jokes were helping with the tone of everything, whether she would agree or not.

Her words warranted him looking back at her, of course that’s what he wanted too, it’s what he was hoping for showing up here. “Well, she’s a kid and you’re… you. I didn’t want to pick sides, but Stark was out of control ad Cap was right, something had to be done. It’s not like I wanted to go against you, that was the last thing I wanted.” He took a deep breath, finally stepping away from the wall and closer to her. “I want us to be alright too, you think I’m here for no reason? As far as the Avengers are concerned, I’m retired. I can’t guarantee I’ll stay retired if another invasion happens or something, but for the time being I’m alone again.”

"I understand." She knew it was dangerous, trusting Clint like this, because there was always the chance that he had been compromised. But she couldn't help herself. She missed him, and as far as she could tell, he was still himself. She hoped she knew him well enough these days to make that judgment accurately.

"Let's hope for no more invasions. I've had enough aliens and robot armies for a lifetime." Natasha managed a faint, humorless laugh. When he stepped closer to her, she unfolded her arms, trying to relax a little. She wanted to take him into her arms, but didn't dare just yet. "...so we're all right, then. Okay?"

Neighbors - Bobbi & Natasha

#agentmorse #sorry D: life ate me for a while

agentmorse:

“Yeah?” Bobbi was genuinely surprised that she said yes. “I’ll get that pizza then. What do you want on it?” She asked with a smile. The blonde found herself actually pretty excited about having someone from her old life to talk to and hang out with.

Natasha couldn’t quite make herself as excited as Bobbi, but it was still a relief to spend time with someone she hoped she could trust again. She had been alone for too long.

“I’ll eat anything,” Natasha said, shrugging a little. When she was in undercover defense mode like this, her brain seemed to revert to some of its Red Room quirks out of stress. Choosing food was not a privilege they had had there.

[Sorry, life happened and things got very stressful very quickly, so this kind of fell by the wayside. I’m getting to threads again now though.]

#ooc

The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

droptheevil:

“Thank you,” Regina said despite the fact that Natasha had already hung up. She sighed again and Henry asked her what was wrong and she spent the next ten minutes trying to distract him to the best of her abilities. It was hard to keep him from worrying since he was too smart for his own good but, soon enough, Regina saw a car approaching.

She got out of the car with Henry and he held her hand quietly as he stared quietly at Natasha. “Thank you for coming,” she said. “I… didn’t really know who else to call.”

“It’s fine, happy to help.” Natasha managed a faint smile for Regina, and then a warmer one for the boy, hoping to make him feel at ease. She bent down to his level to speak to him. “I’m a car doctor. Your mom called me over here to make the car feel better, and then you’ll be on your way.”

Natasha got inside the car to try and start it once Regina cleared the way, and as she suspected, it wouldn’t turn over. She got out of the car, popped the hood, and tested the battery.

“Your battery is dead and just needs a jump. I can do that right now, and then you can get on your way. On the house, by the way. Don’t worry about the bill.”

The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

droptheevil:

It was Natasha on the other line. She was certain of it. Regina dropped her head onto the steering wheel and sighed. “My car won’t start. I’m at the Mayor’s office and I turn the key and just… nothing. Is there any way someone can come out here and help me? If not, can you give me a number to call? My son is in the car and I can’t really wait here forever.”

Natasha felt an unpleasant mix of embarrassment and dislike when she heard Regina’s voice on the phone. She hadn’t wanted their last encounter to end the way it had, but Regina had snapped at her, so she obviously wasn’t interested.

“I’ll come out there and help you. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” Natasha hung up before Regina could reply, hating herself a little for how easily she had said yes. She told herself that there was a child involved, and she didn’t want them to be stranded.

The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

droptheevil:

Despite Regina’s truly impressive fail at making friends, life went on. Henry was hers this weekend and they had fun grocery shopping and playing together. He still didn’t quite understand what was happening between his parents but he knew it was serious. He seemed happy with her, at the very least, and, for that, she was grateful. He always made her smile.

But she was driving Henry to Leopold’s one evening and she had stopped by work to drop off a few papers on the way. The building was closed but she had a key and it took no time at all to put the papers on her boss’s desk even with Henry in tow. It wasn’t until they were both buckled in and she was ready to return Henry to Leopold that her car decided not to start.

Panic was her immediate reaction and she tried several times to start the engine to no avail. Had she somehow broken the car? She tried until Henry asked her what she was doing and she took the key from the ignition with a heavy sigh. She had to calm down and think about this logically. Leopold could deal with Henry being a little late while she figured out what the problem was.

She pulled out her phone and dialed the mechanic she had visited, hoping that someone who wasn’t Natasha would pick up. She still wanted to somehow repair the bridges she had burned with her but begging for help over the phone was not going to help her case. She waited impatiently for the phone to ring, praying that someone could come to her and look at her car. If not… well, at least they’d be able to point her in the right direction.

Natasha heard the phone ringing from the upfront office, and since no one was picking it up, she left her work to take the call. She imagined it was just someone wanting to make an appointment.

“Hello, you’ve reached Central Motors. What can I do for you?”

The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

droptheevil:

So much for making friends. She mentally kicked herself, hating that she wasn’t better at interacting with other people. She didn’t want to be one of those bitter, divorced women who ended up alone and unhappy. At least there was Henry; Henry was the only good thing she had left, really.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. Should she apologize again? Or should she just… leave and never come back?

She was an idiot for messing this up. Natasha had been nothing but nice and then Regina had to open her mouth and insult her. Hadn’t her mother taught her better than this? She stood there for a moment longer than she should have, struggling to find something to say to her. What could she say?

She retreated in defeat, determined to try harder next time. She had to find some sort of support system, right? Doing all this on her own… it was daunting. She needed friends, damnit.

Natasha nodded at Regina’s thanks, but otherwise didn’t say anything. She watched her go, feeling a twist of regret and embarrassment. She should have known not to get too friendly with a customer, and she had almost crossed a line that would have gotten her fired. If Regina came back, she wouldn’t be doing it again.

A week passed, and Natasha fell back into her normal routine, albeit a bit more down in the dumps. She doubted Regina would come back after all of that, and this was probably some sort of punishment for considering the idea of dating again. Natasha didn’t get along well romantically with others, and that was just how it went. She lost herself in her work instead, this time working hard on detailing a customer’s car.

Neighbors - Bobbi & Natasha

agentmorse:

That was a breakthrough if she ever saw one. And Bobbi was relived. “I’m hanging around… And if you want, you can come over? I’ve got some food. Or we can order pizza or something?” The blonde was relived actually to see a familiar face. Especially one she thought of so fondly.

“...I’d like that,” Natasha said after a long moment. It was probably stupid to trust Bobbi, but it had been a long time since she had had friendly human contact, and if she was honest with herself, she missed her. “Let me drop my laundry off at my place and then I can come up to yours.”

The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

droptheevil:

“I’m quite alright,” Regina snapped before smiling apologetically. “Sorry,” she said. “It sounded a lot worse than it was.” She was still smarting from it but she was far from a concussion.

“Besides, I have to get going–I’m on my lunch break and I have to be back at work soon.” She turned towards the office and tried to act as nonchalant as possible. The idea of having anyone think her somehow weak was mortifying but for someone like Natasha to think that? Regina wasn’t willing to risk that.

Natasha flinched slightly when Regina snapped at her, and she hoped Regina didn’t notice. Message received. She nodded, putting on her normal customer service demeanor again.

“All right, no worries. We’ll get you out of here as soon as you can.” She gestured for Regina to follow her, and once she was finished paying the bill, she gave Regina a bland, but friendly smile.

“Have a good day!”