#bothhavesharpteeth

[facethepast]

Crawl Home || Bucky & Natasha

Hours lost with only his thoughts as company and the passing dots of headlights breaking up the dark stretch of highway from D.C. find him at her doorstep.

He almost turns back, a step away, not followed through. He’d made a promise-- there’s no benefit to be gained from a lie, an omission; he’d left enough go unsaid to start with.

     ( and he needs to see her )

Bucky presses his left thumb against the biometric lock outside her door, waiting for its faint hum to give way. 

     ( the glow of the hallway light catches a dime-sized splotch of red staining the metal of his hand, darkened near to brown-- chipped and rubbed away with the press of nail and thumb; a lost cause as the door clicks free )

[agent-thirteen]

sharon > natasha

[messages sent from Sharon’s personal cell phone to Natasha’s private, secure line - early December, 2016]

(917): Strange, right, how America’s not doing a whole lot of talking, right? (917): Everything that’s happening, you’d expect to hear from the country.

(xxx): I’d disagree, but I guess it just depends on where you’re looking for news.

(917): That’s true.  That’s why I like to keep my interests diverse. (917): You know, stay educated.  Read a lot.  Travel.

(xxx): Now you’re speaking my language.  (xxx): I’ve found that sometimes the best places to find out what’s really happening in any country is just outside their biggest cities.

(917): Now this just sounds like how you talked me into going to Queens that one time.

(xxx): Say what you want, those pastries were delicious.

(917): Rub it in!

(xxx): All I’m saying is the outer boroughs have a lot of things you can’t get in the big city. (xxx): Pastries, cheap parking, real estate. (xxx): Did I tell you Isaiah was looking to buy in Brooklyn?

(917): Oh?  Good for him.  I hear the market out there is booming, right about now. (917): Can’t be too careful, better to lock down something early, before the prices go up.

(xxx): You know it. (xxx): I’ll send you a photo of the place he’s considering, very tasteful.  You’d approve. (xxx): Pre-war.  Very Old.  Practically belongs in the Smithsonian.

(917): Oh, well.  You know how I feel about Old Things.

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trope >.>

Indy Ploy:

( While Bucky’s generally pragmatic about situations, this doesn’t always reflect into his strategic ability. His usual plan of action tends to be “winging it”, which - while it lacks a certain foresight most people would expect out of a team leader - has its value within improvising. He works best when backed into a corner. )

[notwhateveryonesees]

✉ ☎ ✘ @ % ♀

meme ✥ @bothhavesharpteeth​

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. (drafted a day after wanda leaves natasha and goes into hiding with steve/the anti-reg side, never sent since wanda is never sure how to word any of this)

[sms → natasha romanov]: Natasha, I am so sorry.[sms → natasha romanov]: For how things went down and[sms → natasha romanov]: I didn’t mean to see[sms → natasha romanov]: I know it was part of a plan but[sms → natasha romanov]: I’m sorry for everything

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. (sent at some point when pietro is doing something dumb and wanda has to go find him)

[sms → natasha romanov]: twin related emergency i promise i’ll be back soon!

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.(sent post first accords announcement and avengers meeting)

[sms → natasha romanov]: You know how these things go, Natasha.[sms → natasha romanov]: You know governments can’t be trusted with this sort of information.[sms → natasha romanov]: You have to. [sms → natasha romanov]: I understand wanting to keep us all together but really?[sms → natasha romanov]: How can you think just laying down and going along with this is the best way?

Send “@” for a SCARED text.(sent en route of Wanda’s first mission with the avengers)

[sms → natasha romanov]: can you please tell cap this is a bad idea and I’m not ready?[sms → natasha romanov]: I’m not exactly great under pressure[sms → natasha romanov]: Natasha??

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.(sent at some point after wanda settled in with the avengers and she was going through all the children’s movies she was told she missed out on)

[sms → natasha romanov]: Okay, but why does everyone say I specifically need to watch Kiki’s Delivery Service?

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. (sent from her secure phone once she’s relatively safe in hiding)

[sms → natasha romanov]: Thank you for helping me, Nat.[sms → natasha romanov]: I’m sorry this is how things are.

[akaherosandwich]

trope

And I Must Scream.

A trope name coming from the science fiction short story “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream”, this trope applies to Jessica’s time under Kilgrave’s control.  Under his persuasions, she knew she wasn’t doing what she wanted, but there was no way for her to express it.  She was trapped inside her mind with her own hatred and fear.

Killing Reva Connors broke his influence on her, but now that she’s free to scream aloud, she keeps it inside.

[facethepast]

Wipe You Clean With Dirty Hands || Bucky & Natasha

He wakes up long enough to hear the sound of traffic. A siren. Growing louder then fading.

He tries to lift his head up only to meet the same fate.

It’s quiet. Sounds muted by an overwhelmingly numb buzz, an invisible pressure that steadily seems hellbent on crushing his skull.

     ( the sound of a door? )

Maybe he stops paying attention.

Maybe he blacks out.

There’s a weight at his shoulders. His face. Insistent. Hands.

Nausea coils sharp and caustic-- bile at the back of his throat as he realizes it’s someone-- there’s someone there, registered almost subconsciously in the space between awareness and oblivion. It’s hair-trigger (and regretted, his head POUNDING), sitting up and striking out-- the dense fog of his last conscious moments a driving force too strong to fight.

     ( it’s not that he doesn’t remember, he does, it’s just that remembering comes thick and sluggish and--

the drugs-- whatever he’d been injected with, maybe more than the one-- )

Pressure at his wrist, radiating dull pain from point of contact through his shoulder the more he resists-- tearing.

He feels weak.

[facethepast]

The apartment isn’t much but it’s a home– a quiet, lived in solitude that speaks of its resident more than anything else so easily seen on the surface. He wonders, briefly, if she’d made similar observations about him, all those months ago (and had it really been over a year?), after the Skrulls had infiltrated their ranks and they’d walked the tentative balance between trust and elimination.

--But it’s quiet here, a vacant sort of silence he doesn’t realize is intentional until he catches the deathly creep of a shadow inching too close, the hyper aware burn of a presence at this back that sets him at standstill-- too close, close enough to disarm, close enough to kill.

     ( because he doesn’t need to look to know she’s armed )

Bucky doesn’t bother splaying his hands out, no gesture of harmlessness-- no movement, hazardous.

“I thought I taught you better than that.”

[thesouthernrogue]

❤ ❥

❤: Opinion on love

Love is something that Anna has always craved but often never believed she could have. To this day, despite evidence to the contrary, she often remains convinced she is doomed to be alone. 

However, she still very much values love, not just in a romantic sense. Despite the fact that she came from two homes early on that didn’t have much love in them (or if they did, it was often mixed with manipulation and torment), yet her heart is still open. She loves her friends, her students, her brother, her teammates. Her relationships with them are what give value to her life.

While the void she so long felt in her life is not completely filled and possibly never will be, she doesn’t feel as alone and isolated anymore.

❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight

She knows too well that looks are often deceiving. She’s been taught that everyone has something to hide but also that everyone has more to them just what you might initially see. First impressions are far from everything, as she herself in living proof of for many people, and often can’t be relied on.

Love needs to come from understanding. From getting to know a person beyond the facades that everyone puts up. To see them for who they are and who they can be, and to love them for these things despite their flaws.