wolves & girls

dependent natasha romanoff for @earth394hqs. loved by claire.

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« alicia vikander, 32, she/her, mcu (& some 616) » ∙∙ loading case file for natalia “natasha” romanova. known aliases, if any: black widow. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: shield agent. she has been known to be disciplined and guarded, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: avengers. (claire, she/her)

(tw: death, murder, red room etc etc)

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Natalia “Natasha” Alianovna Romanova (anglicized: Natasha Romanoff)

Nicknames: Nat, Romanoff (prefers the anglicized version of her name to distance herself from her background)

Meaning of name: (born on) Christmas Day/birthday (of the Lord)

Birth date: November 22, 1990

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Superpower: advanced espionage training, master martial artist, master assassin, etc; artificially enhanced physiology (modified super soldier serum) -- enhanced strength/speed/reflexes/healing/longevity

Alias: Black Widow (natalie rushman; slavic shadow; red death; laura mathers; nadine roman)

Nationality / Species: Russian / human

Languages Spoken: Russian (first language), English, Latin, French, Spanish, Mandarin, German, Japanese, among others

Orientation: Pansexual

Pronouns: she/her

Physical appearance

Height: 5′7″

Body build: athletic

Eye color: green

Hair type and color: red (maybe natural, maybe dyed, genuinely no one knows), usually worn shoulder length and straight

Glasses or contacts: n/a

Face claim: Alicia Vikander

Distinguishing marks: assorted combat scars, healed bullet wounds on abdomen, birthmarks on right cheek and left side of nose

Tattoos: none

Voice / Accent: American; she trained the Russian out of her voice a long time ago, but can still put on a flawless accent when required (she can do most accents when required, tbh)

Clothing style: dark, lots of leather, lots of black tank tops, lots of heavy boots--she favors discretion and movement above all else

Personality

Good personality traits: resourceful, practical, disciplined, brave

Bad personality traits: guarded, secretive, combative, isolated

Personality Type: ISTP

Archetype: The Warrior, the Orphan

Goals/desires: finding an identity of her own. making a life as a real person.

Fears: never escaping the Red Room’s training; never being seen as more than a piece of weaponry.

Enneagram: type 6, the loyalist

Temperament: choleric

Moral Alignment: true neutral

Element: wood

Past

Hometown: Volgograd, USSR (now Russia)

Childhood: Her past is a bit of a mystery (even, sometimes, to Natasha herself), but the basic facts are these: A fire destroyed her family home when she was very very young, and her dying mother’s final act was to throw her to a passing soldier, Ivan Petrovitch. Ivan led Natasha to be raised in the Black Widow Ops program, a covert KGB operation training little girls to be master spies, killing machines. Fun stuff.

Dream job: ballerina

Education: extensive espionage training, equivalent of college-level education (claims to have a college degree; logistics of this unclear)

Family

mother: unnamed, deceased

father: unknown, presumed deceased

foster father: ivan petrovitch

foster mother: melina vostokoff

foster sister: yelena belova

Present

Current location: Manhattan, New York

Currently living with: n/a

Pets: Liho, a black cat

Occupation: SHIELD agent

Religion: atheist

Political Affiliation: it’s so complicated

Favorites:

Weather: an early spring day, the frost of winter just beginning to clear

Color: red

Music: classical

Movies: old action movies, especially Bond films. will not tell anyone she’s enjoyed a few romcoms in her day.

Sport: baseball

Beverage: red wine. will happily drink vodka or a beer, too.

Food: peanut butter & jelly

Animal: cats

Short Bio

raised in the shadowy red room in russia, natasha romanoff was bred to be a weapon. she became the black widow, the best assassin they had, an international fairy tale. a series of missions led her to shield, led her to the avengers, led her to questioning her allegiances and identity (if she had ever had either at all). escaping the grasp of the kgb, she has begun to forge a new life for herself, a real one this time. just don’t call her a hero.

FULL BIO

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winterassassin​

Mission report. There was one due, the soldier knew, but it had been two days since he had been supposed to check in. He didn’t know why. He had never before done anything without being ordered to do it, and there was a voice telling him now to go back, to receive orders again, to stop the confusion, as loud and distracting as this city. It was the city that had done it. Something about it was familiar, like he had been here before, like he knew it. 

Or maybe it had been her. He had seen her when he’d started his surveillance of SHIELD, searching for his target, and some impulse in him had made him switch his mission to her. He’d been following her for the last two days, when he could, not knowing why. Maybe he was going to kill her, when she saw him. He had to kill her, if she saw him. No one could see him. That was always the first rule. But his surveillance had grown clumsier, more confused, almost as if … he wanted her to see him. The soldier wasn’t supposed to want things. He stepped forward, his metal arm tightening by his side. Ready. “You…” his voice was hoarse, unused as it was, a whisper. He stared at her, eyes desperate and hungry as they rested on her face. He wasn’t supposed to want things. “I know you.” 

She didn’t do a double take, because double takes were something that had been trained out of her a long, long time ago. You couldn’t let things phase you; you couldn’t be surprised, not in her line of work. You saw something, processed, analyzed, calculated, responded. She didn’t do a double take, but she came nearer to it than she’d thought herself able to.

Because the man--her tail--was familiar, but wrong, all wrong. His face was one for memories, not for the misty half-light of New York on New Year’s morning. It was a face she’d seen in windowpanes and reflections and the few nights she coaxed herself into something like dreaming. Shit, she hadn’t had that much to drink the night before, had she? No, she was sober and awake, and her headache barely classed as a distant pounding, but if she had been paying attention, she would have seen the sharpness to his face, as if all the soft had been sanded off and filed to points, the hollowness in his eyes, the way he held his arm as a weapon and not a limb. No, for a moment, Natasha Romanoff forgot herself. (Not enough to fling her arms around him, to press her face to his, to rest her head against his chest and hear the steady, solid thump of his heart. But enough.) Her brow furrowed and her lips parted and, in a voice she barely recognized from long ago and far away, she said, “James?”

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who: natasha romanoff + open where: a city street, new year’s day

New York city on New Year’s Day was a strange place: half-alive, half-awake, the moment between exhalation and inhalation. In the buildings overhead, people slept, or they hadn’t yet fallen asleep, and were dreaming of the new year. On the street, stores will still shuttered, their metal grates locked shut against the concrete. It was quiet, for New York, but it was New York, so it was never quiet. 

Natasha pulled her jacket closer around her, head down, walking off the sting of a few too many glasses of wine the night before. She noticed her tail immediately, of course. They were a clumsy tail, all heavy footfalls and loud breathing. She gave them the courtesy of a full city block anyway, to let them think they were doing something, before she turned around. “Can I help you?”

[jynerso]

alicia vikander in irma vep 1.01

[tv-and-movie-quotes]

Irma Vep (2022)  

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— Angela Carter, from The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography, c. 1978.

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I have no place in the world. She found her place in the world.

[bi-marvel]

#same energy

[widowsource]

“I tell people my sister moved out west. You’re a science teacher. Your husband, he renovates houses. You’re thinking about moving but you’re gonna wait until the interest rates go down.”

[juliastiles]

[margaera]

[moontours]

There are stories about wolves and girls.