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Natasha: I work alone. Clint: *behind her* No, you don’t. Natasha: *sighs* Unfortunately, no.
Kate going to Clint saying "I'm in love with a Black Widow"
Yelena going to Nat saying "I'm in love with a Hawkeye"
Clint & Nat thinking 'yeah i know how that feels'
5 years of avengers endgame and I still stand by my belief that vormir could've been about intention
gamora rejected thanos’ reveal of his love, it WAS abusive her whole life yet it worked? regardless of thanos' feelings it was still SELFISH, he literally threw her off the cliff just for power, and it took no regard for how gamora felt into the equation (and I do enjoy a tragedy sometimes, but oof it hurt)
but then you had clint and natasha, who were literally SELFLESS love despite there being a request for power too. the mutual love could've been an interesting unknown, a saving grace of a loophole. they could’ve fallen together & been two halves of the stone, clint wakes in the pool, we think the worst until he hears water shift behind him & turns to find natasha there looking equally shocked & let them reunite so powerfully & emotionally
two entirely different displays of love that would've been cool if treated differently if the former was allowed to work, even just out of creativity. the helpless situation in endgame was interesting but the same result twice was a tired thing
"Clint did what?!"
Phil sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “He punched the Russian ambassador.”
Fury twists to look at Natasha who sits primly in Phil’s office chair. She doesn’t look up from where she shapes her nails with a black nail file.
“Don’t look at me, I didn’t ask him too.” Natasha says, innocently.
Fury places his hands on his hips and glares. “Dare I ask what he did to deserve that? I sent you two to warm relations, not set them back fifty years!”
Natasha merely raises an eyebrow before fanning out her fingers, inspecting the almond shape of her nails. Frustrated Fury turns his one eyed glare back onto Phil.
“Well?”
Phil rubs a hand over his mouth, a strange expression crossing over his features. “It seems the Russian Ambassador called Agent Romanoff a…”
“A prostitute.” Natasha cuts in dryly, still filling away at her nails. “To which I reminded him, quite nicely I might add that, that compensation for my services might be looked at favorably should my dear motherland feel so inclined to remedy the past. Mr. Volkov agreed.”
Fury shakes his head. “Agent Romanoff, while it’s an unfortunate turn of phrase you can’t—“
Finally she rises from her chair and crosses her arms. “I don’t have a problem with sex work, Director Fury.”
“Then why—“
Natasha rolls her shoulders, nonchalantly. “Clint thought the suggested sum was low.”
“How much was it?” Fury asks.
Natasha gives him a feral grin. “1.2.”
Fury stares up at the ceiling, wondering not for the first time how the hell he had found himself with Strike Team Delta as Shields golden goose when they act like this. “I’ll go report to the council—“
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that just yet, Director.”
Natasha pats him on the shoulder before handing off her phone. There on the screen is a bank account with 2.5 million. Fury’s mouth drops open in surprise but before he can say anything a rapid succession of honks alert them. Fury and Phil both race to the window and peer out. There in SHIELD’s parking lot, haphazardly parked, was a purple and black 2014 Bugatti.
“Mr. Volkov also offered his car to compensate for the bruised state of Agent Barton’s left hand. In return he hopes for a lighter tarfiles and lifted sanctions. I told him we would discuss.” Natasha explains behind them, a touch of pride in her raspy voice. Then she claps her hands together, bringing both of their attention back to her. "Now, if that is all gentlemen I have plans for the rest of my evening!"
And with that Natasha Romanoff departs, grinning wildly. She goes so far as to wiggle her fingers at them through the window in a goodbye wave.
Director Fury can only watch in stunned silence until she skips out of sight. "Did...did Strike Team Delta just extort 2.5 million and Bugatti out of a foreign national, Phil?"
Phil blinks, shocked. "I-I think so!"
“What the hell am I supposed to tell The Council?"
“Oh, that is far above my pay grade sir, but I would suggest being proactive in giving them a promotion.” Phil comments.
Thank you for sending me prompts my dear! @firlalaith I do so hope you enjoy a badass moment from our precious duo.
Peter: If you had to choose between Natasha and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Clint: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Natasha: Clint! Peter: 63 cents. Clint: I'll take the money. Natasha: CLINT!!!
Natasha: *Reading a letter* Peter: Well, what does it say? Natasha: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Clint killed my pet rock.
Peter: The average person walks past a murderer about 36 times in their lifetime. Maria: Why is that a 'fun' fact. Natasha: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.
Principal: Unfortunately, we had to call your mother in. Peter: May won't pick up. Principal: No, not your aunt. Your mother. Peter: I don't... have one? Principal: Says here one Natalia Romanova is listed. Peter: I have never met a Natalia in my life. Natasha, walking in: I was called? Peter: Peter: your name is Natalia? Peter: My life is a lie. Peter: How can I go on-
Peter, holding a candle: Test smell. Natasha: Smell test. Clint: Now for the taste test. Natasha: What? Clint, after taking a bite out of the candle: Yup! Sure tastes. Natasha: Natasha, to herself: This is my child, and the man who I choose to have my back in missions… what the fuck is wrong with me?
Natasha: Have you ever considered TRYING to be careful when you're Spider-Manning? Peter: Life's too short for careful. Natasha: Life's even shorter without careful, pauk. Drunk Spider-Manning? Really? Peter: Counterpoint: all of Budapest. Natasha: *raises eyebrows* Peter: Peter: I'll go to my room. Natasha: Finally, a good use of that spider-sense of yours.
Natasha: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Peter: I wish for good grades. Clint: Nerd. Peter: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Clint. :) Natasha: Peter…
Peter: And he said, “They’ll never find the body” like that’s so boring. Mix it up a little, tell me that they’ll never stop finding my body. Natasha: Or just say, “They’ll be finding parts of your body for four months, and you’ll still be alive for three of them” Peter: Now THAT'S a threat! Maria: [horrified]
Steve: I have a plan.
Fury: It can’t involve overthrowing the government.
Natasha: Okay well-
Fury: It also can’t involve murder.
Natasha and Steve: We have no plan.
Yelena: I guess this is goodbye
Kate: What? Why is it goodbye?
Yelena: We must part ways, my love
Nat: I just asked you to help me carry dinner in
Yelena: The cruel twists of fate have pulled us apart
Kate, tears in her eyes: I can't live without you
Yelena: Be strong, we can be strong
Nat: Forget it, Clint come help me
Clint: Gladly, holy shit
Peter, watching Sam and Bucky fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt? Natasha, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other. Peter: Then… who’s the strongest out of you three? Sam: Natasha. Bucky: Natasha. Natasha: Me.
For the last five years I’ve been trying to do one thing. Get to right here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.
Clint: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Natasha: Killed without hesitation.
Clint: No.