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//Ok, they promised me I’m getting my computer back tomorrow, if not I swear I’ll steal one. So, I’m tagging you here if I have to reply to you or I’ve promised you a starter so I’ll have everything in one place and to let you know I haven’t forgotten you and I really wish to continue to rp with you or start to.
ask-the-tony-stark has dropped into your web
Natasha raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her position on the floor, stretching out her muscles after running, and seeing the genius standing there. "Say one thing about where I am Stark and things will not be good for you," She stated, laying her torso against her thigh. "Believe me."
+ask-the-tony-stark
"Stark. Brought me that drink, finally?"
WARNING TO EVERYONE AND ANYBODY I'M RPING WITH!
(I am changing the name of the blog because Dork is changing her nickname (go to the “about the muses” page), so expect to see a new icon also. Carry on.)
Kidnapped//Closed RP//+ask-the-tony-stark
Katerina had been in Manhattan, near Time Square when she had been grabbed and dragged back to Russia. She was beaten and tortured and nearly brainwashed to come back to their side. That was two months ago. She had given up all hope that someone would come for her. Now, she just sat inside the cell that they were keeping her in. She didn't sleep, she didn't eat, she just sat . Sometimes, she would sing.
As Katerina stared out the small window she saw the moon. "Почему я?" she asked softly.
//Hai babiesss! I really feel horrible because I'm taking so long with replies and I don't blame you for hating me, but I'm just really busy with rl and stuff that suck and stuff that don't suck, my computer is being a dick and i feel weird writting on my sister's one, so...sorry ): I'll try to do them all today, but I can't promise you anything, I'm really trying.
(My muse pushes yours up against a wall and kisses them. What happens next?) Tony was totally surprised by that action and looked at her with a both astonished and confused expression. "What's that for, Romanoff?"
“Nothing, I’m just testing the durability of my new lipstick.”
Not again
Pepper looked at her watch. "Maybe it was longer than I thought." She tried to reason why Tony was late for their dinner date...again. Her foot started to tap on the ground. How many times had he stood her up anyway?
She quickly kicked off her shoes and went to the calendar. "You've got to be shitting me."
The number was more than she had thought.
[text] Where in the hell are you?
