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[infamouswidow]

//: Today is my birthday. Tomorrow, I should be free to write!

[infamouswidow]

“Listen up, people! As of this moment, Natasha Romanova is in violation of the Avengers Initiative. She is in possession of highly sensitive information, and we believe she is selling it to the highest bidder to re-assert herself as a force in the global organized crime circuit. A lot of eyes and ears would love to know what she knows. We need to find her: make an example out of her.” Ross’s voice came in through the bug I placed in the Avengers conference room.

“... This has gotta be some kinda sick joke, right?” Clint piped up. “I mean—- this is bullshit.”

In spite of the betrayal I felt, Clint’s belief in me brought a smile to my face. Even if it was misplaced.

“You’re too close to the situation,” Ross’s voice cut in. “You and Stark both...” 

There was silence over the channel for a few seconds. I could almost see them glaring through the earpiece. “That leaves me firmly in your camp, Rogers.” My fingers flexed, anticipation edging under the skin as I exhaled... 

It was difficult to imagine taking on a man I had fought side-by-side with, in the worst situations. 

But if that’s what it takes to break free, to break my alliance. “быть по сему.” [so be it.]

The Russian was said to the cold, to the night—- to no one in particular as I perched on top of a building a few blocks out from the Tower.

Then, like all unreliable, American-made technology, the signal chose that moment to cut out. Leaving nothing but feedback in my ear. I pocketed the piece, weighed my options.

After a few minutes, or when the sirens passed enough to the west, I climbed down the fire escape: en route to Roger’s apartment. I wasn’t sure if it was a friendly visit or not, considering I never got his answer to Ross’s directive, but... посмотрим [we’ll see].

So, for the second time tonight, I was climbing fire escapes... this time landing myself in Steve’s living room. Taking the seat in the southeast corner, I waited... seconds. Minutes. Hours. Time lost all meaning under the itch of adrenaline.

Finally, as the doorknob turned, that tension came again. It buzzed beneath my fingertips as they tapped over the inside of my thigh, ready to run. To fight. Whatever it takes.

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[marvellegends]

(“I don’t want to do this. He’s making me.”)

BLACK WIDOW | dir. Cate Shortland (2021)

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

Captain America and Bucky (2011) #624

Black Widow Week ⧗ Day 2: Favorite Quote

[infamouswidow]

[Hello - Encrypted Message: ******* Loading - Access Granted]

- Today’s Date: 07-15-2010 -

Name: Tony Stark, C.E.O of Stark Industries

Née: Anthony Edward Stark

DOB: 05-29-1970

SSN: ***-**-8905

Age: 40

Birthplace: Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA

Current Residence: Malibu, California, USA

Net Worth: 12,400,000,000

Target displays bouts of narcissism- as well as self-destructive tendencies including, but not limited to, alcohol and substance abuse. It should not be difficult to make his death appear accidental. Standby. The subject will not be terminated until his ties to S.H.I.E.L.D are confirmed and his contacts are extracted.

[Logging Off… Re-Encrypting Text - Goodbye]

A brush ran through my hair with as much care as I took cleaning my weapon, not leaving a strand out of place. After that, I ensured that my lips were perfectly lined. Tony Stark had a reputation, after all, and all I needed was for him to pay more attention to my mouth than my eyes... And my body more than my mouth.

More often than not, I found that all it took was the right look to peel away the foundations of a major corporation. Or take a life. I had no doubt he would be the same. The only real trouble I could see with Stark was: he had a friend.

An observant one. The way she watched me was obviously out of jealousy, but, no matter the reason, an extra pair of eyes watching made everything more complicated. And Pepper Potts was smarter than she looked. Still: she wasn’t enough of a threat to necessitate a change of course, i.e. smile, be polite, and seduce the boss. 

- - -

By the time I was situated behind the assistant’s desk at Stark Industries, Tony was stepping out of the elevator. With his entourage in tow. Putting an extra bounce in my step as I brought him his coffee, my hips sashayed just enough to call attention to them without making it look like it was a conscious effort.

“Hello, Mr. Stark,” I greeted with a shy, reserved smile as I handed the coffee I brought for him off to Pepper. He didn’t like to be handed things- and I didn’t forget. “Sorry to rush you so early in the morning...” Actually, it was just past 10:30 am- but that was early for him. “I’m afraid I need your impression... again.”

Chewing at my bottom lip as I opened the Stark Pad and held it out to him, I ducked my head slightly, allowing myself to blush, “That is: your fingerprint and signature. Also, the shareholders have been ringing off the hook all morning, but, not to worry...” The anxious smile eased into a more confident one. “I told them you had a conference call with Senator Stern that had gone over...” Flashing a friendly smile to Pepper, I nodded to the cup she was holding, “Would you like me to grab you a coffee, too, Ms. Potts?” Green eyes were back on-target as teeth dug into a full, red lip, taking the electronic pen back from Tony... but not before letting my index finger brush against his, teasing a bit of contact... skin-to-skin. “Thank you, Mr. Stark... Will you be needing anything else before the board meeting gets underway?”

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[infamouswidow]

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With the way he pushed deeper, the way he twisted the metaphorical knife with the way he reached inside and played my body like a PUPPET master--- I’m sure you can imagine how hard it was to pretend it was nothing. That I felt NOTHING.

                              ( This might just have been my hardest lie to spin. )

He sank deeper--- brushed so deep that we were practically bound together in sex and sweat--- and my face remained stoic. Green eyes of steel. The crack in my armor--- the single fucking chink--- was the velvet fist pulsing around every inch, with every shift of his muscle or croon of his voice.

“Are you done?” I returned, deflecting the heat from under the skin that could affect my concentration while I reached for James’ cane, stroking over the grain of the wood once while my hips rolled forward, edging him deeper, my sex to pull TIGHTER. Fuck. I could feel every inch. Every ridge. Everything that made James March the cocky son of a bitch that he was.

I felt it like a constant undercurrent of ringing in my ears, irritating and sickening--- the strain of resistance--- pushing the pleasure farther away from my mind to focus on barring the length of wood across his chest for leverage, SHOVING him back against the sheets, his torso pinned firmly towards the edge of the bed. It had to feel awkward with the way our legs were tangled, hips fused, but he could handle it. He was strong. ALMOST as strong as me. 

When he tried to move, I caught him with a firm left hook to the jaw and then went back to holding the wood like a bar against the chiseled muscle of his chest. “I say when now, cowboy--- don’t try and get cute.” 

In case he FORGOT, I was still on his cock--- only now I was in the driver’s seat, keeping a tight leash on how much of that slick heat he got to feel with each rise of the hips. Each agonizing descent. It went like this for a while--- slower than either of us wanted while my hands pushed against the wood harder, letting him feel the burn of it against his skin this round. “Do you want me to move faster, hm? Do you want to come inside of me, James?” Green eyes flashed dangerously and I was hovering above the tip now, rubbing my clit against the weeping skin, but not allowing him back inside the heat of the cunt that called to him. “Beg me. Move me with your suffering and it’s yours.”

[infamouswidow]

( Happy Birthday to my best friend who I love so much it hurts! It hurts so good. Ehehehe. )

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This was a dream. That was the only LOGICAL explanation---

                              ( for how perfectly he moved with me. AGAINST me. )

    The violence.

          The power.

                The passion.

                                                                 О Боже !

The way he kissed me, it burned the pleasure into my skin. It was hard to process. For someone who had been virtually immune to the possible charms of sex--- I didn’t know my own voice.

                                                                   Fuck !

The way he CLAIMED every inch of my body, every dip, every fucking magnificent curve--- it was EVERYTHING I ever wanted and EVERYTHING I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t need to be cuddled or fucking coddled. I needed to be devoured--- and James March seemed more than qualified for the job.

"Unnng,” I groaned when his hand wrapped around the base of my throat. When that subtle hint of anxiety worked its way into my mind. I liked the struggles. They helped me remember that I was alive.

                                 Red lips PARTED, eyes lulled back into my skull. 

I was trained... to be patient, to be smart, to wait for the moment to come to me. My nails clawed into the sheets, spine arching--- muscles taut. This was me. Waiting to strike. I moved back against his body, his mouth, his CANE--- whatever I could get. Whatever he would give me. And fuck did he give.

I could feel the welts forming under the grain of the wood. Feel the rush of adrenaline while the instinct of self preservation was clawing under my fingernails. No. I wouldn’t KILL him. This wasn’t a fight. It was love.

   Violent,

      Untamed,

        Venomous love.

The tension in every muscle sent shivers through my body and curled through my toes. Every snap of his wrist ricocheted into my bloodstream. Alright, enough screwing around.

Shifting in one swift twist of muscle, I turned to face James, the pads of my thighs bracing to his hips almost hard enough to feel the bones crunch. I laid there, locking myself to his body with a small, wicked smile. 

                                               “Do you still feel in control?”

I rolled my body against his own, grunting softly, “Вы не должны...”

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[infamouswidow]

( Sorry I have been a ghost. School has been murder so far. Senior Film shit. Wow, all of that seemed like an AHS pun. I’m going to do replies and some starters tomorrow. I have off )

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Baby, I’m a sociopath, sweet serial killer, on a warpath, cause I love you just a little too much, I love you just a little too much..

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   she catches the chain, though her gaze never leaves the spy once. she doesn’t quite trust the other, for she’s a trained assassin, and elizabeth is smart to watch her closely. however, she’ll drop her gaze to observe the bloodied piece of jewelry, recognizing it immediately and bringing emerald hues back to the other woman. 

      “ are you trying to scare me? i can assure you that that will do no good for either of us. “

   elizabeth can be foolish when it comes to her pride, chin lifting immediately as if to defy and challenge the other woman further. 

[infamouswidow]

“Scare?” I considered it. What that word meant. Mulled over if I thought it really fit the bill here. “No.” My lips drew together, thinking, “I’d say more like INTIMIDATE.”

    “I did what I had to do---

      and now it’s your turn.

      Whether or not we end this on a bad note is up to you.”