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||Black widow spider deceptive as can be, embracing you in her arms while sucking life from thee.|| Semi-Selective Natalia Romanov|| Black Widow. Comic & MCU Influenced. ||EST. Feb 2014|| ||Please Read The Rules ||

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Do you sometimes help out rookie SHIELD recruits by accompanying them on secret missions and teaching them how to better hone their skills so can be much better agents than they would have become otherwise?

" I'm not a babysitter. I do not work under an organisation that has implemented me as such. However, if there are extenuating circumstances, and a fellow agent requires my help, then I will of course do what I need to. Being an agent isn't about having your hand held through the entirety of your training. You need to think for yourself. There won't always be that little voice in your ear telling you what to do I'm not going to high-five you and tell you how good you are. You're doing your job and that's all there is to it. If you want constant reassurance, approval and admiration. You're looking at the wrong woman. Nobody afforded me the same luxury and I'm still alive. Must prove something."

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Proof Of Life Post!!

So somewhere along the line, it would appear life got in the way. In the way of the all the fun stuff. Like writing, actually exiting the house for something other than work. Talking to you guys! 

With that being said. I’m very much aware a number of you may be of the belief I have abandoned this blog. I promise I haven’t! Which is why I’ve taken the spare few minutes I have now to catch up on everything.  Threads I know to currently be ‘active’ are all listed below, and to those of you I have tagged here, I will be dropping a message shortly, just to make sure you still wish to continue our thread/threads.  Wanda Maximoff - @ofcrimsonenchantresses (currently my turn to reply ) 

Darcy Lewis - @darcylewisinaction ( currently my turn to reply) 

Steve Rogers - @onyovrleft ( currently their turn to reply) 

Duncan Cully - @duncancully ( currently my turn to reply on 1 of 2) 

Sarkis - @sarkisms​ ( currently my turn to reply)

Andrea - @caediteos​ ( currently my turn to reply)

Clint Barton  - @typicalclint ( bitch please you don’t get a choice ;) ) 

James Barnes -@whothehellispatroclus ( neither do you) 

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Sorry I haven't been all too active. But we welcomed this little bundle of fluff into our home just over a week ago, and my time has been somewhat distributed accordingly. So world meet my precious Bucky Bear. A 15 week old Spaniel across, who is bound to make my life more than a little interesting. It's been 15 years since we've had a puppy in the house. So here's to hoping all this training of other people's dogs has paid off!!

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!!!!!!!DO NOT IGNORE!

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rosegoldrena:

There is a message going around Tumblr that says something along the lines of ‘this blog said something about you’

If you get this message DO NOT CLICK OR PUT YOUR PASSWORD IN.

IT WILL HACK YOUR ACCOUNT AND LOCK YOU OUT.

If youve already put your password in CHANGE IT IMEADIETLY.

If I ‘send’ you one of these messages its not me.

Please send this around so as many people as possible can see it.

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five word prompts

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an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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Devils Backbone: Natasha & Steve || CLOSED||

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                  as she walked into the apartment and headed towards the kitchen, steve quickly closed the front door behind her and followed to where she had wandered off to, muscular arms now crossing over broad chest as blue orbs gazed at the red-head. she was here for a reason and something told him that it WASN’T a good one, especially considering the envelope she had brought with her, that could only mean that there was something that had to be done, right ? she had to show him something, convince him to do something – he had been down this road many times before to know what was coming next. brows furrowed as he sat down across from her, hand raising to rest an elbow against the surface of the table while his hand was used as a rest for his chin.

                 the second it was passed in his direction, the captain wasted no time in opening the envelope in order to discover the reason why natasha was here in the first place – eyes now scanning over the information of those who had now gone missing, puzzles attempting to piece together as he figured they would have to do something about it; they’d need to find these people, find who was doing it and take them down. ❝how did you find out about this ? do you know who’s behind it all ?❞

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Every question he poses is one she should be in possession of an answer to, however there are far too many holes prevalent in her research. For one reason and one reason alone. There is fare more to be done, more intel to be gained, than one person can possibly hope to manage alone. Whilst Natasha is good, she isn’t that good, and to have another mind, a fresh mind, that she can trust, looking into this, would most definitely alleviate at least a little of the weight that has begun to settle atop her. 

There is however one answer she can provide him, and to think the name, let alone speak it, has a cold chill running through her. A sickness settling in the pit of her stomach, whilst her features contort, an outward expression of just how uncomfortable the assassin is.  🕷 “ I have a rough idea, though I’ve never been one to presume--” 

Where her hands settle on the table, her fingers twine tightly together, knuckles white beneath the exertion of her grip. Her posture immediately changes. Shoulders tense, spine straight. It’s as if she is under rigorous inspection. 

But isn’t she? Having come  to Steve in his home, with information admittedly full of holes, just how much will it take to convince the captain to follow her along on this close to crazy mission?. 

🕷 “Somewhere around the early 40′s, I remember hearing whisperings of another organisation, a ghost organisation if you will, who took it upon themselves to implement a fail safe. Another select group of individuals, carefully selected and medically altered to fit their particular-- needs.” 

As the conversation progresses, it becomes more and more obvious how uncomfortable Natasha is discussing such, yet for the sake of the task that lays ahead of them, she pushes forwards.  🕷  “ Not once did I believe it to be true, it was more of an underground organisation, believed to be no more than a myth, a  rumour, perhaps to keep the girls under the tight hold of Red Room inline, though what I can remember of it all.... This perfectly fits their agenda. If I didn’t know better. I’d say it’s an uprising of sorts--” 

Reaching into her pocket, she produces an old worn patch. Its edges are frayed, and the once bright and vibrant colours are dull and almost pastel. 🕷  “ They called themselves Phoenix.” 

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Ghost Town: Natasha & Andrea || CLOSED||

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It’s a dark dank night. The streets lay quiet and uninhabited, for the rest of the city is already long asleep. Streetlights over head flicker and buzz to life, and the only sound to echo around the redhead is the incessant clicking of her boots against the sidewalk. 

Nestled at small of her back, her gun offers a permanent protection, there for when she needs it, as well as the various knives stashed across her person. The taser at her wrist. For she can never be more than over cautious.  It remains a mystery as to what she senses, or how, but in that split second, Natasha pauses in her walking. The hairs at the back of her neck lift, and a shiver rolls down her spine. There’s someone watching her. Out there in the night, almost looking through her, and on instinct alone, her fingers reach around beneath her jacket to settle on her gun. 

🕷 “ I’m not one for playing games--”  Her words are cool, calm, collected.  🕷 “-- So if you’ve something to say to me. Why don’t you come out here and say it to my face?” 

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And the Award Goes To...

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When it’s time to go, the same knot of nervous tension builds within her. It has her frame tensing for just a fraction of a second, before her hand slips into Clints, and following him out to the car, she can’t help but remain silent. It’s her own vain attempt to keep the right mindset. Should she be lucky enough to win tonight, there are a great number of things she wants to say, and it’s yet to be condensed down enough so she can fit it all in. 

🕷 “ Is that sawdust in your hair?--” 

Perplexed, she reaches and plucks one of the sandy flakes, rubbing it between her fingers before it’s discarded and dropped to the floor of the limousine. Pushing it around with the toe of her shoe, she looks back up to him, and a smile lingers the more she watches him. An automatic reaction whenever she finds herself in his presence. 

🕷 “ -- Do I want to know, or have you been up to no good?” 

Before he can answer, her gaze is turned to the flashes outside the windows. For a good mile up to their final destination, paparazzi line the sidewalks, and even through closed windows, the sounds of shutters going off is enough to have Natasha wincing, if only minimally. Being in the public eye is still something she is yet to get used to, and if tonight is anything to go by, it could very well change her life forever. 

The car eventually comes to a stop, and looking back to Clint for reassurance, her hand extends, fingers slipping into his before the door is opened.  🕷 “ Together?” 

[inkskinned]

the problem is, sometimes you’re so scared of being hurt, you’re the one who runs.

r.i.d (via slytherinwritess)

[guardiandaredevil]

Old acquaintances  never forgotten (closed)

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There are a great number of things she could tell him. From her travels across the world these past few months. How her life has managed to lead her so unbelievably astray before she has once more settled herself in New York. It’s still too early for her to return to what she considers home. But it’s close. Almost tangible, and when that day comes, deep, deep down, Natasha knows that with it, a certain peace will come. But for now, the best she can do is, make the best of a bad situation.  Her internal monologue is a whole cacophony of rambling, and the silence that has elapsed for several minutes now becomes dauntingly obvious. Snapping from it with a long inhale, she’s surprised to see that the small shot glass in front of her is refilled once more. The barman is really on the ball, it’s only fair that she tips generously. 🕷  “ Lets just say I’ve been out of the city for some time, so right now I’m fighting to catch up. See how things have changed. Whether there’s still a spot here left for me. So far I’ve hope, and that’s enough for me--” 

The shot is knocked back, and the burn in the back of her throat only intensifies. For once she finds herself wishing that she could experience just the slightest break in her composure. Allow the drink to alleviate some of the pain and torment life had so kindly bestowed upon her. Instead it does no more than settle in her stomach, a steady warmth spreading out across her body, before it dissipates and disappears just as quickly. 

🕷 “ I need you to do something for me. A favour for a favour. Just something to at least calm this worry.”  Her gaze flicks out to the street outside the floor level windows. The bar set just below ground, she can see no more than the feet of commuters shuffling past. There’s something about their unknown identity that for just a fraction of a second has her envying them. 

Oh how in that moment she wishes to be one of the unknown, to carry on with her life as if things had never changed. 

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🕷" Steve isn't a man of many words, nor does he have a tendency to share. But if there was anything we should all be worried about. I'm sure he would make it known. There's no need to worry yourself, Wanda."

A silence spreads as Natasha looks over Wanda. One careful sweep of her gaze takes her in from head to toe. The way she holds herself, the expression settled on her face. Yes it's one of worry, but worry that is far more deep seated than worrying after the captains well being.

🕷 " How about you,how are you coping with things?"

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The promise of fresh coffee is enough to convince Natasha to go along with him. Though she may just pass on the addition of the energy drink. The last time she had tried such a thing, it had been far too sickly sweet, so much as the thought now had her teeth aching, her tongue running over them as if she half expects the mention to produce cavities.  🕷 “ I’ll join you for a normal double espresso. One of us needs to be cognizant enough to call for the emergency services when your heart gives out, don’t you think?” It’s a light tease, the corners of her eyes wrinkling.  🕷  “ I’ll even pay.” 

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A Pain That I'm Used To: Natasha and James |CLOSED|

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His apologies are the last thing she wishes to here, for she knows all too well the plethora of thoughts and feelings going through his mind, for she has felt them in the past. More times than she cares to admit. The hurt, the uncertainty, the fear, accompanied by the undying urge to lash out for reasons that remain a mystery even to her. Times when her own temper, her own lack of patience truly worried her, scared her.  🕷 “ James--” 

Crossing the room, her hands find the cool metal of his, cocooning it almost protectively as the soft pad of her thumb follows the lines of the joints, the mechanical whirring as his own hand shifts to accommodates hers, is the strangest comfort, something so simple that brings a smile to her face, but it drops just as quickly as it forms when once her gaze settles on his once more. 

🕷  “ I understand. You know damn well I understand, so don’t think you have to give me such a half hearted quite frankly bullshit excuse. I’ve been there. I’ve lived what’s going on in there--” 

A finger taps off of his temple, and for a moment another silence falls, her eyes flick back and forth across his take, taking in the dark circles beneath his eyes. The stubble that adorns his cheeks, traversing down his neck. The moment is suddenly intimate, but at the same time, far from any intimacy the pair had once known. The shift is noticeable, but all she cares for is that he is still in her life. No matter in what way that may be. He is back, and she’s already self assured that she will fight tooth and claw to make sure it remains that way.  🕷  “ You know-- I think it’s about time you got a haircut.” 

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