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@myatonements
I AM THE BLACK WIDOW.
#𝙼𝚈𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂. selective & independent role-play blog for natalia alianovna romanova, known to the public as the black widow. mixed canon, spy-centric, heavily headcanon based. written by mandy. blog is 21+. this blog is primarily queue run, and heavily plot driven.
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@myatonements // a few weeks in to the job and honestly, tony is mostly bored. he’s been keeping his head down just trying to survive the first weeks without any chance of suspicion. necessary, but boring. not that natalie rushman herself is boring. texts at odd hours of the night, requests to clear her schedule on a whim—— it’s certainly the type of behaviour you’d expect from an eccentric party girl.
of course, it could just as easily be a cover for something more nefarious. but tony’s yet to find any proof of that.
the trip to europe is at least a break in routine. he’s pleased when she insists he comes with her—- clearly he’s doing a good job at making himself into an indispensable assistant. and hopefully this will give him a chance to get closer to her on a more personal level.
and then the first day of the trip she declares that she has to spend at least one day shopping while they’re in europe, and insists that tony couldn’t possibly enjoy himself trailing around the shops after her. which, yeah, okay, he doesn’t particularly want to go shopping. he’s just not sure that she’s actually going shopping. but he can’t exactly follow her without being really obvious about it, so tony shrugs and enjoys the hotel amenities, keeping an eye out for when she returns.
but in the end it’s total coincidence when he does find her. tony’s heading back up to his room from the bar. there’s a figure in the corridor that he doesn’t even realise is natalie rushman to start with. but the red hair is unmistakeable.
she’s limping, injured. her dress torn, and is that blood?
“miss rushman?!”
his shock is genuine. tony st.ark can tell her injuries aren’t that bad, that they look worse than they are. but antonio steele wouldn’t know that. he rushes forwards. “shit, are you okay? i should call someone.”
the trip had been planned to serve multiple purposes. she had annual meetings with clients to review contracts and renew them, or would meet with potential new clients. rushman translation's also had employee's located in europe that she would check in on in person. there is also, unfortunately, still the matter of her previous employers.
unfortunately, clint had an assignment already when she planned her trip to europe, so she'd invited antonio to accompany her, at least for the business meetings. she'd encouraged him to take the day for himself so that she wouldn't bore him with her shopping spree. it's not a fool proof excuse, she'd have to work in civillian attire instead of her catsuit, but it wouldn't be the first time.
so, she spends the day in the city, stepping in and out of boutiques with shopping bags around her wrist. natalia knows that she has a tail, but she leads them through the shopping district regardless with an easy smile and friendly greetings to shop owners. it's not until the sun is near setting that the confrontation happens.
the widow retrieves the information she's looking for, but knows that she'll need to find time to confirm it before she leaves for home. with a split lip, bruises starting to color her skin, and cut's peppering her skin, she heads back to the hotel room. natalia tosses her purse into the trash, and drops her wallet on another block.
the shopping bags, empty save for a scarf she'd purchased also get left behind before she makes it back to the hotel. she's tired, annoyed that she had to ruin a dress, and starving. she makes it inside finds an alcove where she can pause and breath for a moment before she intentionally breaks the heel to one of her shoes.
it also gives her to perfect viewpoint to see the surroundings, allows her to see antonio before he has a chance to notice her. shit, she'd been hoping to make it back to her room to get cleaned up before having to see him. instead she turns away from him, easily slipping into the role of natalie rushman, to upset that she'd lost her purse and ruined her heels trying to get away from a mugging, too shocked to realize that she's bleeding.
when she hears her name, natalia makes a show of looking up, startled. "i told you it's natalie," she reminds him, voice somehow both chiding and hollow. a blink, almost like she's reeling herself back in, realizing what he's asked. "no. i just --" a snif and her eyes begin to water "-- i want to go back to my room."
eyebrows raise, amusement colouring his eyes as he imagines pepper talking to natasha about professional etiquette with her own quiet brand of exasperation, not knowing of course that natalie rushman is really a spy on a mission. ( he misses pepper, too. of course he does, they’d stood strong together for so many years, his best friend, his voice of reason. it had changed them, both of them, everything they’d been through. pepper’s still his best friend, here and now, but it’s not the same. he’s gonna have to get used to that. )
he knows that pepper knew that tony loved nat before either of them had realised. it had never surprised him to discover that —- pepper had always known him better than he knew himself, especially back then. but he wonders what she’s seeing now. whether his feelings for nat are obvious to her. it sure feels obvious to him.
god, but he used to be good at hiding his feelings.
“hmm, yeah, what’s the difference?” he’s teasing, a smirk hovering at the corner of his mouth. he reaches out to take the watch from her hand after barely a glance at it —- too used to trusting her judgement. “i don’t know, it doesn’t sound like much fun if you’re working all night. you won’t have time to dance with me.”
he’s still only teasing, but he regrets the words the second they leave his mouth. how many times have they danced together at galas, balls, parties? it had been a dance right back at the start, hadn’t it, that first party they’d gone to together? and it had been a dance that had nearly ended it all.
( natasha’s blood, warm on his hands. the weight of her body in his arms. people around them, loud, screaming. )
to hold her so close would be asking for trouble. it would be far too easy to fall back into old habits. but he can hardly rescind the invitation now, can he? and he WANTS to dance with her. he wants to spend his birthday with her. he wants—— god, there’s so many things he wants to do.
“unless you’d rather not spend your free time with your boss in public,” he adds, just to give her an out, if she wants one.
the grin she offers him is entirely flirtatious. it shouldn't be, she shouldn't be flirting with him this easily, this obviously. but it's a habit, ingrained into her very soul after years of loving him. so when he asks what the difference was, her answer was easy.
"as your employee, i'll be less inclined to say no to you." she's teasing. natasha hadn't been able to say no to a dance with tony since the beginning,. even back when they'd been pretending, and she'd been his date to multiple galas as natalia rushman, she'd loved dancing with him. they'd always danced well together, being able to anticipate eachother's moves before it’s even a thought. she should have known that she loved him when dancing with him became as easy as breathing.
like him, natasha doesn’t notice how easily he takes the watch she offered. it's a lifetime ago that he hadn’t accepted something she handed to him. later, when she remembers the fact that he doesn’t always accept things handed to him, she’ll puzzle over it. right now, she’s too caught off guard by the way his eyes dim at the prospect of a dance.
a dance with her, or just dancing in general? she doesn't remember him ever having that look when it came to dancing, least of all with her.
she sees the out for what it is, but natasha keeps the easy smile on her face. anything to chase away whatever darkness dimmed his smile. "i don't mind spending my free time with you, or dancing with you." a pause, and her smile turns wicked, almost in challenge. "i am professionally trained, so it's only fair that i warn you: you won't want to dance with anyone else after."
JARVIS doesn’t bother playing hypotheticals. the relief he feels at the thought of agent romanoff visiting his creator is incredibly strong, strong enough that he’s surprised by it. last time he’d experienced relief on this scale, colonel rhodes had just found mr stark in afghanistan.
[ you have not been removed from any list that would allow you unannounced entry to the house. i would have to inform him if you approached the workshop. but he does not spend all his time in the workshop. ]
it might be a bad idea. it might make sir feel like he is being ambushed, again, and this time in his own home. but JARVIS thinks that anything is better than this holding pattern they find themselves in.
( JARVIS never used to like taking risks. anyway, risk doesn’t have the same meaning when you can calculate probabilities to hundreds of decimal places. but he was coded by tony stark. he’s learned almost everything he knows from tony stark. risk-taking is in his metaphorical blood. )
[ i would be very happy to see you ] he adds, and he’s not sure why, but it’s true. even if mr stark refuses to co-operate, continues to ignore them, JARVIS will be pleased to see agent romanoff.
JARVIS knows exactly how many real friends mr stark has. he doesn’t know how many people agent romanoff has in her corner. the lack of data annoys him. and yet it feels like it would be a betrayal of her trust to go looking for answers.
nightmares and guilt had chased her out of sleep multiple times. she thinks about the abundance of meals in her fridge, made over nights where she couldn't sleep, where all she could do was ruminate over the battle, over tony. she could bring him the food, and he wouldn’t have to know about the self-reproach that dragged her into the kitchen to cook nearly every night.
and he hasn’t been eating anyway.
he also hasn’t removed her access to his home. natasha doesn’t think it’s an oversight, not if he’s so blatantly avoiding her. she wonders about it, but not enough to ask. she’s just glad that she still has access.
JARVIS’ admission does take her by surprise. she knows that the AI has affection for tony, but seeing that directed at her, even if it’s just a fraction, is a shock. she stares at the typed words, trying to formulate her own response. Would it be weird to invite the AI to — visit? Is that feasible? Would giving him that access feel like an invasion of her own privacy?
[ you are welcome to reach out whenever. ] she settles on. her apartment isn’t equipped to support the AI the same way tony’s home is. access would be limited to devices connected to the internet. [ i’ll leave the path open for you. ] not that JARVIS wouldn’t be able to get access without it, but she can set it up so that she gets notifications when he does reach out.
[ i can be there in about 45 minutes. what’s the probability that he’ll be out of his workshop? ]
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Black Widow (2014) #18
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IT'S NAT'S BIRTHDAY!!!
liho, like any other cat, has run across nat’s keyboard, knocked her tea in the floor, tries to eat the pages of the book she’s reading, screams at her while she’s in the shower or bath, tries to steal food from her plate, and steals nat’s pillow every night. and every day, nat lovingly threatens to kick liho out of the house and every night, nat sleeps better sharing her pillow then she would having the pillow to herself.
thinking about the duality of nat. how she's this averaged sized women that hates being cold, and loves soft oversized sweater and probably looks like a harmless kitten when she's comfortable, and her love for romance novels, and her love of cooking and how she shows love and affection by cooking for people, but the way she turns absolutely feral when women and children are threatened.
