then came... the black widow

black widow,       in position.

[romonva]

gabi’s natalya romanova / natasha romanoff writing blog. massive wip. rules under the cut. anti-mcu.

just have fun and if you follow me, all i ask is you show interest in writing with me! this blog is relatively private though and if i have no intention of following back, i will soft-block. thank you for understanding! i also am new to natasha + her comics; while i'm not ignorant to marvel comics, i'm not the most knowledgable with her personal story. i'll probably be making adjustments to my portrayal as i continue reading through her various comics/side stories, but felt the need to state this!           * comics i have read containing nat: black widow (2010), tales of suspense (1959), avengers (1963), amazing spider-man #86 (1963) exclusive with oseanic's bucky ♡ affiliated with saintslight's clint and love-hypothesis' bobbi ♡

[romonva]

i’m playing rivals with ami right now but i will be on my multi later tonight — posting it publicly once too!!!! @social-laws 🪄

[romonva]

saw a batman edit and thinking abt my old bruce wayne blog

[romonva]

getting towards the crunch time period before flying back up to indy again, so activity will become a little more sporadic than usual!!

[romonva]

@aratsaka 🕷️ starter call.

she spots him before he notices her. old habits out of even older conditioning. the male's silhouette leans against the cracked concrete of the afterlife's front entrance; once upon a time, they would have met in a far different location. they had years prior. tokyo, moscow, even singapore. mackenzie verona, only then, he'd been wearing arasaka colors. his name had also surfaced in enough intercepted soviet dossiers, natasha had memorized his ambience before ever even seeing his face. [let alone meeting him.] now, she can't help but ponder if the cadence of his she'd once nailed down is still even there. [or if hers is still there from their previous encounters.] "i expected arasaka to take better care of their investments. seems i was mistaken." her voice chimes out as she steps into view, gloved hands tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket. her eyes sweep over both his face and appearance, immediately noting the different cyberware than previously worn — different hardware / different loyalties. [and yet, the same calculating stare she remembers from all the previous intelligence she'd seen.] nestled inside her right pocket, the data shard housing their gig's information spins idly between her fingers. natasha makes no move to retrieve it yet, nor does she offer it forward. trust, after all, has never begun with exchanging information. "i want it on the record, wakako never mentioned your name. had she, i would have turned this down. or charged triple." the last part is mumbled softly after a lengthy pause.

[romonva]

i fear i’ve become a bit of a deadpool player on rivals and have come to the conclusion, deadpool is actually great in all 3 roles — ppl just don’t know how to play him properly

[romonva]

i’m seeing the odyssey today officially!!!! 🍾

[romonva]

absolute cinema. peak.

[romonva]

i’m seeing the odyssey today officially!!!! 🍾

[romonva]

this marvel rivals shit is easy!!!!!

[romonva]

finally here to write more...

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM 007 FIRST LIGHT (PART 1) *  assorted dialogue from the first hour of the game, adjust as necessary.

we need visuals and a status.

what sort of retrieval are we talking about?

we are under attack.

i'm looking at the thing now. or what's left of it.

you're still on a need-to-know basis.

i'm afraid that's classified.

what's that noise?

i need you to do exactly as i say.

you need an antidote. you've been exposed to a nerve agent.

what exactly am i looking for?

have a little rest and then get to somewhere safe. you've done great.

you just get out of the camp and sit tight.

i'll follow. see what i can do.

remember who you're up against.

now you start to worry about me.

what's the point, then? they're all going to die anyway.

i think some of the others are still alive.

you need to get out of the blast zone.

stand down. that's an order.

listen carefully. you have a less than one percent chance of success.

no time to hesitate. those people need my help.

that's where i'll find the captives.

hey, listen. we don't have much time, and we need to get you out of here.

what about the others? we can't leave without them.

you'll know when you see it.

i don't know how to drive this thing!

this should keep them busy.

you could have saved them if you had spoken up.

your friends died protecting nothing. what a waste.

listen. i already freed your friends. we don't have much time.

these guys mean business.

all right. time to bring the house down.

that should stir things up a bit.

what are you doing? come on! run!

light the place up! do not let them escape!

follow me this way. there's a way out.

what is this now? you want to blow us up?

i'm not MI6.

do you have an appointment?

you sound familiar.

gotta say you're healing fast.

so... i'm in trouble.

can i grab you for a second?

now let's not get carried away, [name].

you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

everything you need to know will be explained to you shortly.

i must say you're all taking this code of secrecy seriously.

you're very talkative, aren't you?

i do enjoy a quiet office. i'm sure we can limit the small talk.

i was unaware i was under MI6 command and i just chose not to take your advice.

i believe it's more a case of authority having issues with me.

look, i know where this is going.

do you mind telling me why i'm here?

i want to make you a spy.

i want you to join my training program.

it's unlikely you'll pass the test.

when do i start?

you're dismissed.

you have some catching up to do.

better get you up to speed.

judging from your profile i'm sure you'll get along splendidly.

your flight's waiting for you, so you'd better get a move on.

you're not here for sightseeing.

to do this, you need skill, discipline, and above all, dedication.

pure dumb luck will only get you so far.

i like what you've done with the place.

you really have a knack for stating the obvious.

i expect the list of things you don't know is quite extensive.

would you do the honors?

okay, show me what you've got.

i do love a challenge.

i think we'd be wasting our time.

[romonva]

playing rivals, doing more of those starters later but tell me a fun fact about your muse :)

[theory-wars]

clark was positively anxious about having to deliver the news, his hesitation reinforced by the completely unimpressed expression she wears on her face as his cape billows behind him while they're standing together on the rooftop. here is superman, confidence and arrogance wrapped up in a red and blue package ironing out his thoughts so he won't trip over his words. he turns his head to face the sun as it sets, a cascading of pinks and oranges blending into the space around them as it settles in the light that haloes nat that she's silhouetted in front of. ❝ he wasn't there this afternoon. ❞ he settles, his expression betraying his stoicism in favor of displaying his guilt when the line of his mouth pulls into a deep frown; it was, after all, arguably his fault, but that doesn't mean he's particularly eager to accept his role among the failure. the look on her face morphs a bit as his words undoubtably sink in, and clark crosses his arms across his chest and shrinks in on himself. he doesn't feel much unlike a petulant child being scolded for doing something wrong, even though she has yet to say anything. ❝ hey, don't look at me like that. i didn't think that would spook him. ❞ he blurts out, shaking his head while his gaze averts from the sunset to the stormy irises of her own. ❝ so, we need to come up with our next move before he completely falls off the radar. hunting him down was a bigger task than it should be, given i can hear everyone and everything. ❞ when he uncrosses his arms, he looks away from her to stare at the space behind her where the sun is beginning to dip behind the skyline. ❝ i've been thinking about that, how difficult it was for me; we might have to consider that wherever he's holed up might be coated in lead. if that's the case, i won't be entirely helpful. ❞ @romonva.

[romonva]

the black widow doesn't interrupt, doesn't sigh, and doesn't even blink at first. just allows the silence that follows to stretch — it's as fragile as a spider's web and she allows him to sit in it. one brow finally arches slightly; not in accusation, but in light expectant nature. "hm." the sound is almost thoughtful as her arms fold across her chest. "congratulations. you've successfully discovered people tend to disappear when a seven-foot-tall superhero drops in unannounced." her tone is as dry as saharan dust, but doesn't cross into cruel territory. [if anything, there's the tiniest twitch at the corners of her mouth suggesting she's restraining something resemblant of amusement.] "you need to stop announcing yourself like a high school marching band." she allows the jab to properly land before walking closer to the rooftop's edge, eyes surveying over the maze of streets below. no frustration resides within her posture, merely the habitual calculation of targets vanished, assets relocated, plans adapted. and it's only tuesday. "our guy's scared." natasha concludes plainly. [and she almost can't blame him for being scared.] "scared people don't think rationally, all they think about is surviving. if he thinks superman found him once, he'll think superman can find him again." a fingertip taps absentmindedly against her forearm as pieces of puzzle begin arranging themselves in her mind, every possibility slipping neatly into formation. "but what if he isn't hiding from you necessarily, though? what if he's hiding from being watched?" the distinction does matter, even if it doesn't appear so at first. "we need to stop looking like we're looking." words coming out matter-of-fact and certain, the redhead steps away from the ledge and moves away. "you need to disappear for forty-eight hours; no flyovers and no listening, and i mean it." though her gaze isn't glaring, the spy does send superman a pointed look. "i'll work my usual angles in the meantime; paranoia always leaves a paper trail if you know where to look."

[anitapallenberg]

Another 9 1/2 Weeks (1997) | Dir. Anne Goursaud

[romonva]

new little pinned graphic uploaded - may go back to a meme in due time, we will see

[romonva]

@oseanic 🕷️ starter call.

"when you said we were going downtown, i had different expectations in mind." natasha admits blatantly, eyes locked on the glowing robert's spaghetti house sign through the passenger-side window. with the work that occupies their life, the location downtown usually translates to a safehouse / weapons exchange / someone ending the evening dangling from a rooftop. [and that's on a good night when the person is able to be saved. she's had nights where that person dangling isn't saved.] downtown usually doesn't equate to an italian restaurant on the upper east side. a week ago, on the ride back home after an operation, she'd made an absentminded remark about them never seeming to go anywhere unless it was work-related or someone was trying to kill them. or when the government was trying to persecute either one of them. it's not that natasha minded working beside him; she didn't. [perhaps she enjoyed it a little too much.] but there was something to be said for spending time together without comms buzzing in their ears or a disaster unfurling before their very eyes. a date hasn't caused an international incident ever. [at least, not in her experience yet.] as the passenger door is opened for her, the redhead slips out with alluring grace. "i'm impressed, james." she smooths an imaginary wrinkle from the collar of his shirt before looping an arm through his, starting their walk to the restaurant's entrance. "you actually managed to surprise me. you know that's not an easy thing to do."

[saintslight]

purple mug pressed to his mouth, he continues leaning against kitchen counter. nonchalantly swallowing down coffee. entirely unfazed by the black widow's unannounced entrance. admittedly, clint would appreciate a good old fashioned hello, but he's used to this. ❝ so you're entering by door this time, i see. ❞ hawk's eyes sweep natasha over from the rim of his mug, catching her slide a folder across island table. waits a minute or two longer, until the cup is completely emptied, before tossing it at the sink. doesn't need to check to tell it's right on target. satisfied, his gaze flicks back on her. a small smile spreading beneath it. ❝ since when was i pretending to enjoy it? this is genuine, ❞ he says cooly, folding his arms. one eyebrow lifted. ❝ you could use some time off too, 'tasha. haven't seen you at game night for weeks. ❞ back rising off the counter, he takes one step to the table. grabs the folder and pries it open. ❝ yeah, yeah. i definitely remember that incident. ❞ he won't forget it anytime soon, either. talk about humiliating. ❝ please don't tell me you're thinkin' of making me your test subject again. ❞ clint groans, right index finger rubbing his temple, a note of a plea settling in the last few words. ❝ katie still won't let me live it down. ❞

[romonva]

"that incident?" she parrots with a soft scoff, already fetching the glass vial from the pocket of her leather jacket. "no wonder kate still talks about it — you've turned it from minor inconvenience into that incident." of all the lies natasha has told in her lifetime, that may take the cake as worst. [and she knows it, apparent by the ghost of a smile across her lips, gone as quickly as it forms.] gesturing toward the manila folder still open in clint's hand, the vial clinks softly against the kitchen island as she sets it between them. "please just read my outline. if everything goes according to plan, you should only be my guinea pig for thirty minutes." she remarks as if thirty minutes is perfectly reasonable; as if temporary paralysis is merely an occupational hazard. as if she isn't standing in his kitchen proposing another experiment after the last one rendered him unable to move for twenty-four hours. natasha's arms fall akimbo at her sides, completely unbothered by the transparent flaws in her own argument. chemistry has never been her profession; espionage is. but if she's going to carry neurotoxins into the field, they have to be flawless in their purpose and execution. [and what better way than testing them on her ex-boyfriend / best friend?] studying him for a moment more, she catches the trepidation still housed inside him and decidedly comes up with a proposition. "how about this: you help me with this, i'll start showing up to game night again."