#;natasha

[roryhudsons]

text  // rortasha

Rory: Are you religious?

Rory: Because you're the answer to all my prayers.

[fxtelism-moved]

Send me a faceclaim and I’ll make an OC to fit them. - @the-scxvengers​ sent: Charlotte Corday from FGO for the face claim meme.

“Some witches and sorcerers in that area? Hehe, count me in.~” 

Natasha Wildow.

An active member of a notable group of mercenaries. A young woman who always has an unsettling smile on her face, having somewhat a sadistic and merciless streak. 

Skilled with shortswords and daggers, she excels in assassination and infiltration missions. Most of her attires also easily blend in with the public, some can be easily mistaken her as a noblewoman. 

Speaking of, she was originally a noble before bandits raided her mansion and they killed most of her family. Along her grandparents, she survived at the aftermath. 

Few years after the traumatizing event, her grandparents passed away and at this point, her life took a dark turn. The normal girl, who once had the whole life ahead of her, didn’t exist anymore, thus becoming the person she was right now.

[offthxshxlf]

>  @amazinghawkeye

>>  per call

She kept her grip on the coffee cup firm, and her gaze through the window steady.  She kept her back to him, and her voice even.  Keeping yourself together.  That was the trick to it.  Keep the details, and you keep yourself.

“Well, it’s not exactly a matter of life and death,” she admitted, a touch dryly.  “But it’s no joke.”

[offthxshxlf]

shh tag dump don’t mind me

[thefallenwinter]

His | Closed with Black-Wiidow-Baby

The Agent hurried along a young woman next to him, not wanting to risk his life for being late on his delivery to the new owner of the woman. He had to admit, she was beautiful, but the Soldier would know if she was touched unwantedly, he always did. Grumbling to himself, he sped up his walking till they reached the end of the hall, a heavily locked door facing out, a star engraved into the harsh metal. He looked towards her, before kicking the door. "Move away from door, Soldat! We have present." @black-wiidow-baby

[gothamxquxxn-a-blog]

+ an itty bitty spider

@oneoftxentyeight ||

“Hey, Red!” She yelled at the woman over her shoulder, her blue hues staring at her intently. She looked familiar--a lot like Pamela, but that couldn’t be her. Pam was still rotting in Arkham. Oh! She’d seen this girl on all the magazines--especially after that weird alien thing in New York.

     “Don’t I know you? Aren’t you Spider-man or somethin' like that?”