Deadly Spider

Hello. My name is Natalia Romanova, however, most people, that know me, call my Natasha. I am the Black Widow, an agent of S.H.I.EL.D. I'm with the side of angels to make up for the blood I've spilled.

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*pokes* Natalia.

She grins. "Yes, James?"

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Love Gaems?

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Red.

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Bucky and Natasha together… They’re already like a well oiled machine.

- Captain America: Who Will Wield the Shield? (2009)

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[intercom] Miss Natasha, might I be so bold as to request a word with you in private?

She glances up. "Of course, JARVIS. How about my bedroom?"

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Nightmares Darcy||Natasha

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She shakes her head. “I don’t feel like I have control of anything in the dreams. It’s like I’m there, but I’m not. I’m just watching from a distance, but I’m actually in my body. It’s like she’s still in my head making me watch what she did to me over and over.” She places her tea cup on the coffee table and brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. 

“I’m a horrible person for letting her in my head. I’m a danger to everyone if I let someone like that in so easily.” She starts rocking back and forth. “I know everyone thinks that. They treat me like a pariah.”

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Natasha reached out to squeeze Darcy's thigh, and offered her a small, warm, smile, in hopes of providing her at least a little bit of comfort. "Darc, a majority of us here, are human. We All experience nightmares, we all make mistakes, and none of them should be treating you like a pariah. You are part of this team, and they should be there for you."

Natasha paused and took a drink from her tea before also leaning forward and setting the mug down on her coffee table. She reached for Darcy and pulled the younger woman against her and wrapped strong arms around Darcy. "Have the shrinks given you anything to sleep?"

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ღ Natasha Romanova // Black Widow It’s not the length of a life that matters…just the depth of it. The chances we take. The paths we choose. How we go on after our hearts break. Hearts always break. And so we bend with our hearts. And we sway. But in the end…what matters is that we loved…and lived.

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marvel’s movie challenge

↳ [4/10 characters] Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

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my queen

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If you're afraid to RP or talk to me go on anon and tell me why.

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Or not on anonymous. Whatever you want, man. Your choice.

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Nightmares Darcy||Natasha

Darcy had woken up in a cold sweat again. Another night, another nightmare. The doctors SHIELD had made her see had pretty much given her the tried and true ‘it’ll  get better with time’ answer and gave her sleeping pills. The pills helped her get to sleep, but were shitty at keeping her asleep, which is how she ended up at Natasha’s quarters in the wee hours of the night. 

She was sitting on Natasha’s couch in her PJs, sipping on the tea that she had been given. She didn’t know anyone else to talk to that wouldn’t think she was crazy. During the whole ordeal, Nat was her safe place, the one she ran too. Even when she thought the redhead was hurting her, there was a voice in her head that knew she was safe. She sipped her tea, trying to figure out how to describe the dreams

She sighs. “I keep seeing everything. You with your throat cut, the spiders. My hands being cut off. Everything. I feel like there’s a movie reel running in my head and any time I close my eyes it plays over and over. I don’t feel safe when I’m alone, I don’t trust myself. If I didn’t feel broken before, I do now.”

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Natasha had an large collection of different teas, and after a quick glance she settled on stress relieving tea that would hopefully work for Darcy and help her sleep once they finished talking throughs the nightmares. Natasha, though she didn't enjoy admitting it, has dealt with plenty of her own nightmares, so of course when Darcy mentioned them, she was more than willing to help out her best friend.

When Darcy had shown up, Natasha had just started reading, so while the water was heating to a boil for the tea, she had out her book away and ushered Darcy to the sofa where Natasha sat down once their hot beverages were made. Natasha kicked of her slippers and reached for a wool blanket that she used to cover up both of them with.

She was silently after Darcy finished talking, taking her time to process what the tiny brunette said, while slowly figuring out suggestions. "Have you tried consciously changing the things you see? Replace my cut neck with a necklace, the spiders with butterflies. You should be able to change that even in your sleep."

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She shrugs, looking down. "I ah, yea I guess if you're not busy." she rubs the back of her neck. "I feel like you're the only one I can actually talk to. I think everyone else thinks I'm either crazy, stupid, or both."

She sighed softly. "Darcy, you're neither. Come on, tell me about the dreams. I'll do my best to help you with them."

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She sighs. "I keep having nightmares, and I wake up trying to figure out how I was stupid enough to let her get into my head."

"Darcy, you aren't stupid. I've had my head messed with plenty of times. But you're still having nightmares? Do you want to talk about them?"