[iconickairos]

Rogue Nation (2015) Trust me or kill me.

[thequotejournals]

Life has got to go on. No matter what happens, you’ve got to keep on going.

Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire (via killthebxy)

[odonowest]

[brolinjosh]

I used to have nothing. Then I got this. This job… this family. And I was… I was better because of it. And even though… they’re gone… I’m still trying to be better.

[elizabetholsens]

close-ups of natasha escaping from the winter soldier’s attempts to kill her

[bevioletskies]

fashion of the mcu | iron man 2 → avengers: infinity war ↳ natasha romanoff + suit evolution

“It’s really not that complicated. I’ve got red in my ledger, I’d like to wipe it out.”

[bevioletskies]

fashion of the mcu | captain america: the winter soldier & avengers: endgame ↳ natasha romanoff + arrow necklace

“Before I worked for SHIELD, I, uh…well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skillset. I didn’t care who I used it for…or on. I got on SHIELD’s radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call.”

[magicaurum]

by Jirka Vinse Jonatan Väätäinen

[fuckyeahblackwidow]

From Black Widow #10, by Nathan Edmondson and Phil Noto.

[abbotsmohan]

Is this love, Agent Romanoff?

[lostcap]

It’s a tragedy, the way our story goes;maybe, perhaps, almost.

if it’s love, it must be more than most | p.d (via ohsebs)

[saying]

[678i0u]

[animacia]

         once upon a december …

[owedebt]

@starslung xoxo

❝ so, WHO exactly are you supposed to be? our intern? ❞

she can hardly stop herself from smiling -- she manages to keep a straight face, but just barely. 

natasha is immensely charmed by clint’s bond with this boy. she knows that he’s a stand in, more or less, for the brothers clint’s missing, but that doesn’t make their bond any less genuine.

also doesn’t mean she’s not going to fuck with him as much as is humanly possible. after all, given everything that’s happening, she can use a little lighthearted FUN. 

[owedebt]

@theshapeofyouu from x

they’re in a safe house in brazil, waiting for the sun to fall, the last dying rays casting streaks of light through the blinds over the window.

natasha’s never been to brazil before. she thinks she might actually like it, were circumstances different. but here, right now, there’s a job to do, and she knows she’s being WATCHED. it’s obvious to her that this is a test -- a test of whether she can follow orders, and play nice, and stack up to the expectations set for shield agents. 

she likes clint -- she can’t not, given all he’s done for her so far -- but she definitely can’t say she trusts him. not that there are many people she trusts. natasha holsters the gun set out on the table in front of her, sliding it firmly into the thigh holster on her right side. 

they’re investigating a terrorist outpost that has supposedly been exhibiting suspicious activity. they’re to assess how many people are there, how heavily guarded it is -- general reconnaissance -- and return with the info. the gun on her thigh is only for emergencies. they’ve been strictly ordered NOT to intervene.

❝ sun’s getting low, ❞ she tells him, eyeing the watch on her wrist and making a tiny adjustment to the widow’s bites resting just behind it. ❝ you ready? ❞

[wltdisneys]

So many lives were destroyed that night. What had always been was now gone forever. And my Anastasia, my beloved grandchild… I never saw her again.