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[russkiyfairytale]

strongestavengerbruce​:

Bruce shook his head. “It’s in the past, Nat…” He trailed off, trying to shake off how weird it felt to call her that now. “You didn’t know, none of us could have known… I was supposed to come back. You were doing what you thought was for the best.” He wondered briefly what might have happened if he had become himself again after the battle of Sokovia. Would they still be close? Would her decision to draw the Hulk from him sting as much as it did now? A gentle smile tugging at his lips when she insisted it was entirely his choice, he sighed, almost relieved to hear it. “Then we’re good.” He assured her, working to keep his voice steady, to make it sound as real, and as honest as he possibly could. He wasn’t exactly lying, but it certainly felt a lot more complicated than being good. Maybe if he pretended otherwise, it wouldn’t. “You don’t need to know what I went through. All of us… we all have our trauma, don’t we? Isn’t that what makes us a team?” He half teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Resisting the urge to reach out and brush away her tears, he shifted awkwardly. Maybe he was making things harder for her than they needed to be. Maybe she needed some time alone. “I should- I should probably go.”

She had known that seeing him again would be difficult, for the both of them. Natasha just hadn’t counted on it being like it, so clearly was. Hadn’t expected for her mind to be messed with. To be second guessing herself on everything. It was so far outside of her norm, that she was uncertain what to do.... about anything. 

Even as Bruce told her they were good and attempted a smile with the words, something told her that it wasn’t exactly right. However, she wasn’t about to call him out on that fact. Knowing that would just make it all worse. But, it didn’t stop her heart from breaking just a little bit more. 

“I don’t think that we are. Not anymore. I.....” She trialed off thinking about the fact that she hadn’t even talked to Stark. Hadn’t really talked to anyone other than Steve and Clint. They were her family now. All that she had. At least, she hoped that she still had them. This red string thing was confusing and made her hurt in ways she didn’t fully understand. She was trying not to think about it. 

“No. You stay,” she insisted softly. “I don’t even no why I’m here anyway.” 

With that, she moved around him and walked away. Attempting to control herself and her emotions, as she did so. 

[russkiyfairytale]

strongestavengerbruce​:

Bruce was genuinely surprised by the fact that Natasha didn’t seem to withdraw, he wondered how long they would stand in the hall embracing each other if he didn’t pull away first. She was clinging to him so tightly, and all he could think about was how strange it felt. She was almost home to him once, and now… After a moment had passed, he felt her move away, and he let her go, still watching her curiously. He wasn’t sure anything she said to him now would be able to make up for losing two years of his life, and for a brief time his usual brain function. Would she ever know how difficult it had been to ground himself? To reacclimatise? No, because he wasn’t going to tell her.

He wasn’t here to show her he was hurt, or upset, or beyond forgiveness. He was here to reconcile, to see an old friend, and hope their relationship wasn’t damaged to the point of them being unable to repair it. For all he knew, whatever had triggered his lack of control was destined to happen regardless. If she didn’t spark the sudden dominance of the Other Guy, maybe something else would have in her place. “Don’t apologise.” He said quietly. “It’s in the past, I just… I wanted to make sure we’re still okay.” It was that simple, wasn’t it? Being okay. That was all he had ever wanted, all he ever asked for. “And we are… aren’t we?” 

“But, I should apologize,” she insisted. Still attempting to pull herself back together. Natasha was still feeling vulnerable. Broken, beyond all hope of repair. The cracks forever visible for all to see. At least, that was how she felt. Her mind was a mess. Her life was a mess and the Dome wasn’t helping any of it. Especially with her mind, given all that had happened with her believing that she was still deep within the Red Room. 

She had believed that she had come to terms with what she had done and what had been done to her. But, now... Now she was certain of nothing. She had even, briefly, contemplated by asking the others to return to Natalia rather than Natasha, the English of her name. 

Pulling herself back to the present and the conversation at hand, was harder than it normally was for her. However, she managed. Rallied and shook herself internally. “Whether we are good or not, is entirely up to you.” Natasha insisted, softly. “I’m aware what I did was beyond....” She trailed off, not exactly sure what she should say next. When she was feeling a mountain of guilt. “I picked everyone else over you. Made the decision for you rather than with you. That’s something that I should have never done. I don’t know what you went through, I’ll probably never know, but I’m truly sorry. I know what’s it’s like to not be fully in control of one’s mind. So, if you ever.....” She trailed of, once again, wiping at the tears that she had been unable to control. 

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strongestavengerbruce​:

The longer Bruce stared at Natasha, her composure crumbling, tear tracks on her cheeks as she struggled to find her words, the more he realised he was also scared. Scared because he had never once seen her like this. This was a new vulnerability, a new tangle of emotions he couldn’t hope to decipher. The moment she nodded, he carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her in a way that maybe once would have had his heart pounding in his chest. The romantic attraction he used to feel for her was gone, dissolved by the lack of trust that had developed in its place, though he would never admit that out loud. The only possible reason he would ever need to would be to hurt her, and he couldn’t imagine ever wanting to hurt her. So instead he just… held her. And desperately hoped that might be enough. “I wish I could take that away.” He admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry…”

She clung to him for a time. Expecting him to pull back or push her away the whole time that Natasha held onto him tightly. While he was holding her, all she could think about was that she didn’t deserve it. That, in their shared past, she did him wrong. Did so much wrong, as she pushed him away with her fear. The fear that she was a weapon and nothing more than that. That, no matter what happened between them, it would end the same. 

In tears and heartbreak. 

“I’m sorry,” Natasha insisted, as she pulled away from him. “I shouldn’t...have done this....Or any of that,” she finished a little lamely, not looking up at him. 

[diegclila]

“We’re still friends, right ?”

[russkiyfairytale]

xcapt-americas-ass​:

Cry ‘Havoc’!

The question of a car earned her an eyebrow raise and a low chuckle. “[No],” but, on the other hand, the moment he’d stepped out of the Public Storage and into the moonlight he’d felt an itch under his skin. He wanted to shift, to turn into the wolf-creature he’d been before he ran into Natalia. 

Coming to a halt he looked up at the full moon (not thinking about how there was a moon that was visible without a sun, because that would just make his head hurt). Lowering his head blue eyes flashed an eerie yellow, voice dropping slightly as his fingers curled. “[No, but I can run.]” 

The itch from earlier was back and he scrambled to strip, remembering what had happened to his gear the last time. He’d just managed to get the last of his clothing off when he growled, hunching in on himself as clawed hands tore at his skin, ripping free of it, honey-blond fur taking its place. The transformation didn’t take as long this time as it had the first, the werewolf stretching languidly once he was fully shifted. 

His chuckle and answer had her frowning softly. Though, she said nothing, as she watched him. Trying to figure out what was going on within his mind. The man that looked like Steve seemed to be dealing with something internally and she was a little afraid that she was about to see the creature that he had been early. 

However, she was also excited. 

Natasha wasn’t sure if it was her or the creature that was just below the surface. Just below her surface. His next words had her smirking. Her excitement becoming evident within the movement of her lips. 

«Try to keep up,» she teased, as she unfurled her wings. Launching herself upwards, she hovered just beyond what she believed would be his reach, even as the beast. Watching, said beast, take control of the man that appeared to be her friend. Watching for some sign that he was ready to follow her. 

[clintfbarton-deactivated2025012]

Jeremy Renner for Esquire Middle East

[iconicquill]

Clint: You were a ballerina?

Natasha: I was a classical dancer, and I was good.

Clint: Wow.

Natasha: You tell anyone, I break your face.

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xcapt-americas-ass​:

The Soldier’s lips twitched slightly at the redhead’s reaction to his distrust. He just shrugged in response to the question, assuming it was mostly rhetorical. A part of him wanted to trust her, but he couldn’t bring himself to, especially not when he was in this unfamiliar universe. 

Turning slightly he swept a hand towards the door, gesturing for her to go first. “[Lead the way, Natalia.]” 

Without another word, Natasha nodded and began to lead the way to her safe house. Heading out of the Bronx and towards Lower Manhattan. Knowing that it would be easiest to find some sort of transportation. Otherwise, it would be a very long walk indeed and she was uncertain how he would react to her wings or if she could carry him. 

«You don’t happen to have a working car, do you?»

[russkiyfairytale]

xcapt-americas-ass​:

The question drew a snort from the assassin, a smirk twisting his lips. “[I don’t trust anyone, Natalia.]” Trust was a luxury that he couldn’t afford. He didn’t even trust Lang. A part of him wanted to, but he couldn’t. Trust was the first step towards complacency and that would get him killed in a heartbeat.  

«Ouch.» Natasha remarked with a touch to her chest.  «You trained me....or a woman like me and you won’t trust me?» She was aware of how things had been within the Red Room. Aware of the mindset that it gave the victims and the psychological trauma that she was still dealing with. 

«Well, I guess that I’ll take you to my safehouse anyhow.»   

[russkiyfairytale]

Natalia Romanova - Goddess of Mystery 

Calling: 

Since her time within the Red Room the woman, now called Natasha Romanov, has had to wrap herself in a shroud of mystery. Often to the point where no one can truly say that they know the true woman beneath the masks that she so often wears. 

Aura:

When the goddess walks the streets, a heavy mist covers the city. Stalking the streets much like the goddess herself. Making everything and everyone seem to appear out of seemingly nowhere. On top of the mist everything becomes banked in an eerie red glow that seems to come from no where and every where at once. Tainting the very mist red, making it all the more unnatural in feeling and appearance. 

Being within the presence of Mystery often causes ones skin to crawl. Making those in her immediate vicinity hurry to get away from her and the mist surrounding her. A chill crawls and sends a sensation skittering up and down one’s spine, often causing a need to shiver. 

Having become more comfortable in certain parts of the city, she has taken up residence within an abandoned gothic cathedral. Filling it with her mist and accompanying red glow. 

Powers:

Cause others to feel an intense fear mixed with confusion with no apparent source to the fear or confusion

Ability make it look as though she, objects or others appear and disappear thanks to the mist she controls

Uses the red glow to highlight things at will. Rather like using a red spotlight

Wherever she is, it seems to instantly become night around her. Often making her surroundings take on the appearance of a horror film

Appearance: 

Upon first look, Natalia appears to be the same as she always has been. However, this is not the truth. Especially if one encounters the woman within the streets. It is hard to get a true look at the goddess, given the mist and the glow. Her green eyes seem to shine of their own accord, making her appearance all the more eerie and often fear inducing. 

She has taken to wearing all black and covering it with a a thick hooded and long black cloak. 

[verycorrectavengersquotes]

Natasha: How do I look, Clint?

Clint: With your eyes, Nat.

[russkiyfairytale]

ungodly-mischief​: 

Loki chuckles then, always pleased by the title. He just wanted to make sure the Midgardian had not forgotten.  “Why not? What else is there to do in this place? Our lives and time have all lost meaning and we are reduced to small talk and pleasantries until you Midgardians die out or we get out of here. Whichever happens first. I figure why not make the most of it, I guess.” Loki shrugs his slender shoulders. “Oh – well I suppose that is a fair question, but I would say I have a low bar – I am a fan, even to this day, of tricking my bother into picking me up as a snake so I may bite him.” The thought pleased him. “Which is child’s play, I know, but I mean all mischief is good mischief as far as I am concerned.”

Given her experience with the man, Natasha was unlikely to ever forget anything about him. 

“You’re not very optimistic about us getting out of here, are you?” She inquired with an arch of her brow over the top of her book. Knowing then that there would be no more reading for her that day. At least, not while she was still within the mansion. Though, she had no idea how much of her time Loki was about to take up. 

“I’ve heard about you doing that,” she commented, as she made a not of where she was and placed her book aside. “What kind of tea is this?” She questioned, arching a brow at him. Skeptical that it would even be a kind that she had ever heard of.  

[aaronstveit]

                                              Who do you want me to be?

                                                    How about a friend?

                                       Well, there’s a chance you might be in                                          the wrong business for that, Rogers.

[xcapt-americas-ass]

@russkiyfairytale

[russkiyfairytale]

not-thegodof-hammers​:

Out of everyone he’d seen within the domed area of New York, Thor had found himself rather confused by the lack of Natasha. He had been excited to reunite with the rest of the Avengers (or the Avengers he knew anyway, since they kept multiplying every time he returned to Midgard) and so far he had seen all of them except for their leading lady. He had just started to consider that she hadn’t found herself trapped here, when she had appeared as if he’d summoned her from the darkness.

The plan to train together had been eagerly agreed to. He had always enjoyed doing so with Natasha, she was very creative for a Midgardian when it came to fighting, and he offered her a way to go all out without the risk of causing real harm to her opponent.

Of course, the time he’d planned to meet her he’d ended up getting distracted and found himself running late. And so it was nearly ten minutes after their agreed time that he all but stomped into the gym, already dressed in the brightest pair of shorts he owned and a simple vest top, his long hair braided back off his face. “Lady Natasha! I hope I have not kept you waiting!”

Finishing her little flip, she turned to Thor with a bright genuine smile. Not that that was something that she realized, in that moment. She was just excited to get a proper workout in. There was also the bonus of being with someone that she believed to be her friend and still considered her to be one of his. In her opinion, that seemed to be a short list that kept getting shorter. 

“Not really, Odinson. I was early and took advantage of the extra time to stretch....and other things,” Natasha stated with a bit of a shrug. She hadn’t been taking time for herself and it was showing by how happy she was with the little workout she had just given herself. 

A brow arched high at the sight of his outfit. But, she said nothing. Just continued on with conversation at hand. “I hope that you found the place okay?” She questioned, hoping that her directions weren’t the reason for his being late. Stretching out her arms a bit, she moved over to where she had stashed her water bottle and downed a good portion of it. 

[smthgavengersassemble]

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xcapt-americas-ass​:

Baby blue eyes flicked down to the movement of Natalia’s mouth, taking note of the way she worried her lower lip. She didn’t fully trust him. Well, she was smart, at least, he wouldn’t trust himself either. Instead of pointing any of that out the Soldier simply waited, letting the redhead decide on her own whether or not she was going to give him the information he sought. 

When she came back at him with a question he arched a brow before he chuckled, low and with little actual mirth. “Паучок…” He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued. “[Who would I tell?]” The implication that he had no one to tell wasn’t strictly true. He could tell Lang, but he doubted the other man would even notice given how obsessed he’d been with the device he’d been trying to build since they’d arrived in this world. “[You can trust me as much as two of our kind can trust one another.]” ‘Our kind’ referring to the fact that they both were two of the best assassins in the business. 

Catching the happiness within his tone, she wondered if that was a hint of the man that he used to be? Or, perhaps, it was just a hint of the man that he could be. A man that was free of the burden of all that the Red Room did to him. Or, at least, one that had learned to live with it. Something that she was still attempting to do herself. 

Which was easier said then done. 

His insistence that he had no one to tell had her arching a brow at him. She didn’t quite believe that. However, she wasn’t about to push him on that fact either. Believing that there was no point in her doing so. For the moment, anyway. He wasn’t a target. He was a curiosity. A puzzle that she wanted to figure out. Hoping that she would find her friend at the end of it. 

«Are you saying that you don’t trust me?» She asked of him with an arch of a brow. Teasing lightly in the hopes that she would see in him more of the man that she was hoping to find. 

[marvelladiesdaily]

BLACK WIDOW (2020) DIR. CATE SHORTLAND