idontseehowthatsapartyx

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[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Indie RP for Natasha Romanoff || Semi-Selective || OC Friendly || EST Time || Written by E 25+ || EST. June 2, 2012

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[musesinked]

As a solider, Steve had to in ways perfect the act of reading a situation and evaluating the best way to proceed. This skill too helped him in reading people. What he was reading from Natasha, was that something was definitely wrong - but she wasn’t yet ready to open about it. He was a patient man and he knew whenever she was ready, she would let him in.

“Hey, I’ve always got time for good food and good company.” For Nat, he would always free his time up. “One condition, I’m paying.” That was something, he would not negotiate on.

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

"Fine," Natasha nodded, "You get this one," she chuckled. Whatever made him feel more comfortable. "As long as we get enough lomien." She moved ot the cabinet and grabbed them both a glass, pouring herself a whiskey and a little of something she'd taken from Thor just to have on hand for Steve or anyone else who struggled to get drunk. "To being your favorite Avenger," she teased, lifting her glass.

[winterstruth]

Clara smiles and lets out a small sigh of relief as she realises that Natasha isn't mad at her. Looking down, she notices the older redhead wiggling her fingers and happily slips her much smaller hand into her mother's. She then listens carefully to what Natasha says as she explains that Clara must promise to tell her if she wants to do anything in the kitchen. "I promise mama, that if I ever want to do something in the kitchen, I'll ask you first."

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

She could never really be upset with Clara, the girl was impossible, she shouldn't have existed, and she tried so hard not to need anyone. "Good," she nodded as they moved into the kitchen. "Grab me the bread, butter, cheese, and ham," Natasha squeezed her daughter's hand and let it go, turning to grab a chair from the table and dragging it up to the counter's edge so they could be eye level. She busied herself with grabbing a pan and a plate.

[winterstruth]

@idontseehowthatsapartyx continuing from here X

"Umm..." Clara said in a poor attempt to say yes before moving to the side so that Natasha could unplug the device. She then felt a small amount of guilt for using the toaster oven without permission, especially since it's apparently broken.

"I wanted to make a ham and cheese one, like the ones Papa makes... I thought I could make it all by myself... I'm sorry for using the toaster oven without telling you."

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

"Oh sweetie," Natasha exhaled in Russian under her breath, then offered her hand to Clara, "It's okay," she wiggled her fingers till Clara took her hand. "You didn't know. Come on, I'll show you how to make one like Papa does. Just promise to tell me before you want to do kitchen things?" The timer on the toaster oven had been busted for a while; it still worked but it didn't shut off by itself, she couldn't have her daughter burning the place down because she wanted to be independent.

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

"Is something burning?"

"Did you try and use that old toaster oven?" Natasha stood up fast to go unplug it. "It's been busted for a while, don't-- don't use that," she sighed when she realized what had happened. Though she wanted to chastise the girl she appreciated the attempt at independence. "What were you trying to make? You want a grilled cheese?"

[forthewinn]

"You don't get enough thrill with your job that you have to go rock climbing? Or is that just a hobby to keep you in shape?" Winn had only been rock climbing himself once or twice, too terrified of heights to actually make it to the top. "I'm sure we could work out a deal with the bad guys, I mean they have to want to spend the holidays doing something other than crime right?"

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

"It centers me," Natasha shrugged. "It's not a thrill seeking thing, it's more for focus and helps clear my head. Keeping me in shape is a bonus." She could see why he'd think rock climbing was some search for adrenaline, but it was strangely the opposite. "If you want to start negotiating something," she smirked, "I recommend not calling them bad guys to their face though." Natasha teased grabbing a soda and sitting down across from him. "What do you do on holidays?"

[enchantedlives]

@idontseehowthatsapartyx

"Maybe Steve was wrong about me." Bucky murmured as he looked down at the ground as he spoke to Natasha. "Maybe I can't do this, the whole normal life. Being a civilian."

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

She looked over at Bucky when he spoke, watching his every reaction; the way he looked at the ground, the tension in his temple, how he chewed his lip. Nat sighed and played with her drink, wishing it had more of an effect on her. "Steve meant well, but, I don't think... I don't think he will ever really understand the weight of it all," she wet her lips, "You and I... We were never going to know normalcy, at least not the same way he could." They both could fill books with their wrongs, the dirty things they'd done on both sides.

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

[ so you all know, I'm more over on my multimuse, doing drafts and a few back and forth. I want to get more opens out over here and do some drafts. It's just been too long and I miss Natasha ]

[russiasredguardian]

his eyes flitted across the control panel and took stock of the toggles she flicked and the different alarms that lit up in turn - was he a back seat pilot? yup. did he have a reason to be concerned, hell yeah - he wasn't the one at the yoke and that really set the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

holding onto the back of her chair when another shrill alarm cut through low beeps of the other warnings, alexei let his attention pour over the litany of dials and displays, spotting a culprit.

' you're getting different airspeeds - one of the pitot tubes is blocked or faulty, watch your altitude, you can't rely on the airspeed indicator for stall speed now. '

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

"I am aware," Natasha replied in an attempt to be calm, it was better than snapping I know at him. When he got like this it was more than just distracting. "If you want to help I'm game, but stop hovering."

They didn't have that much farther to go but he was right, the ship was not exactly in good shape. Though she was frustrated with him back-seat-piloting she knew it came from a deep anxiety. If she lost her cool it would help no one... that and she was actually happy to see him alive and in one piece.

[forthewinn]

"Getting bumped up is great, but you know what would be even better? If we got all those paid federal holidays off that everyone else got. I mean bad guys have to take a vacation too right?"

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Natasha smirked, "Mm, could you imagine? I might actually get to go rock climbing on a holiday without getting interrupted," she mused. "Sadly, in my experience, holidays are the best time for bad guys to make a move."

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Kept Together

open to: anyone, canon or oc suggested connections: stranger, friend of a friend, former enemy, new super, have fun with it

Nat grabbed them hard by their shoulders just to pin them against the wall. "You need to calm down," she said sternly before she softened, shifting into a personality she needed to get through to them. "Look at me." Natasha squeezed their arms hard, "You can be angry all you want but you need to keep it together." If they didn't simmer down they were both going to get caught.

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Safe Flight

open to: anyone, canon or oc suggested connections: stranger, friend of a friend, former enemy, new super, have fun with it

Natasha sighed heavily, “Will you please just sit down,” she called back to them. “I get that you’re anxious but now you’re just being distracting too.” She shook her head and looked back out at the dark night sky they flew through. “We’ll be at the safe house soon, take some slow deep breaths.”

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

About It

open to: anyone | canon or oc  suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, love interest, ex, maybe they are having her meet with someone who’s in serious trouble, maybe they just need to talk

“Okay,” Natasha settled into her chair, placed their drinks on the table. “So, what’s this all about?” They’d asked to talk to her, in person, which she knew they wouldn’t do unless there was an actual problem. 

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Flyer Miles

open to: anyone suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, fwb, boyfriend/girlfriend

“One benefit of government work?” she answered, “Frequent flyer miles.” It sounded like a joke but she was being totally honest. “Seriously, I get bumped up about every flight. Still not as nice as the director’s private jet though…”

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Wanted Chat

open to: anyone suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, fwb, boyfriend/girlfriend

"I don't think you would have called if you just wanted to chat, you know better than that," Natasha sighed as she made her way around the corner. She'd been laying low, under a different name with a different job slowly gathering intel. This phone wasn't a chit chat number. "Are you safe?"

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Heard

open to: anyone suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, fwb, boyfriend/girlfriend

She squinted at them, "I don't think that's exactly what they meant," but she let them keep venting about the situation. It wasn't like they really wanted to hear her opinion, just be heard.

[rogers-carter]

steve rogers + leather jackets