#brooklynxsoldier

[chyornaya-vdova]

brooklynxsoldier replied to your post: Hamster Forums are Evil

//Ive been seeing things like that on youtube while watching videos on guinea pigs (Im getting one soon for the first time) some people just like to act like smart asses

[Oh yeah and if you say something they don’t like they’re like ‘nonono you do it my way and my way ONLY!’ I really hate those people.]

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

NatashaxSteve

meme: send me a ship and i’ll reply with

ew no/ don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

[ I am guilty I AM GUILTY I ship them so much. They make great friends too but just having The Beaten And Bloodied Woman looking up to The Shining Sun (who isn’t as innocent as he lets on) and them working side by side together to take down some of the strongest antagonists in the world??? HERE FOR IT. ]

[afallencommando]

“you’re hiding something from me”

Send “You’re hiding something from me” for my muse’s reaction

He was so glad he wasn’t the sort to just say the first thing that came to mind, because the first thing he thought of was ‘you’re going to need to be more specific’.

“I ain’t hidin’ anythin’.”

[chyornaya-vdova]

brooklynxsoldier cont.

Steve was mid drift when he heard Natasha’s voice and felt warmth next to him. He rolled onto his back and gazed towards her.

“Kinda yeah. Everything okay?” There must have been something going on for Natasha to just climb into bed with him. Unless it was okay nowadays for men and women to share a bed before committing to anything.

“Fine.” She lied and snuggled up to him without another word. Since Wanda was messing with her head the old nightmares returned and since Steve was the only one in the new Avengers facility she was really close to, she just decided to sneak into his room and into his bed. It was also kinda weird without the other boys, but hey they all had their problems.

[chyornaya-vdova]

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💯 - our muses wake up together after a one night stand

“Oh man…” Mumbled Natasha when she woke up and saw Steve lying next to her. It didn’t even take long for her to figure out how they ended up there. They both drank the booze Thor brought from Asgard and she must’ve been crazy drunk after that. Or maybe not that crazy, since the memories slowly came back to her. Surprisingly the only weird thing about this was that she fell asleep with him.

She’d have normally left hours ago. But it’s not too late yet and so she slowly and quietly got out of the bed to get dressed.

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

plotted starter for @brooklynxsoldier!

     It isn’t often that Natasha talks about her past, and even less about her past missions from when she was with the KGB. Some of it is because she still feels guilty, of course, but some of it is also because she’d like to think she’s won some of the trust of the Avengers and doesn’t want to lose it by reminding them that she didn’t always play on their team. They know about it, and that should be enough.

     But it’s just Natasha and Steve today, chatting as they do stretches out on the mats, gearing up for a round of sparring to beat the between mission lull into submission... or at least get rid of the idle jitters for a little while longer.

     “I remember there was one time I was at a baseball game watching a target, and someone started throwing punches at him before I’d got to him and found out where their accomplice had been hidden away. And this guy was like 6′5″ and made of muscle, so I was legitimately worried that he’d kill my mark before I got my info, right? Never vaulted over three rows of stadium seats so fast so I could punch them both out. It was a good time.”

     She grins fondly at the memory. It feels like a lifetime ago, and in most people’s experience it would have been. She had been fresh in the United States, and had panicked a little at the idea of a mission going wrong. Thank goodness they’d both been knocked out so she could retrieve the one she needed later!

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@brooklynxsoldier || the morning after || accepting

Peggy’s slow to wake ; she’s never been exactly thrilled with the process of waking up. Especially when it means rolling out of bed into the cold. As she stirred though, Peggy realized she wasn’t alone. Turning her face back over her shoulder, she smiled. Steve. Pulling his arm a little tighter around her, Peggy sighed happily. Now this was the way to wake up.

[redwinterbarnes]

All That We Said || brooklynxsoldier

Darkness. That was all that existed for him until now- nothing but void and empty silence that changed in an instant. He inhaled suddenly and was met by humid sour air- something wet dripping onto his face. Hazel eyes crack open, a soft groan escaping the man, and he brings a hand up to shield his vision as neon lights streak his vision. A bloom of color that washed this dark world in vibrancy that was so very foreign to him. He could hear music from the other end of the alley, voices and laughter along with an assortment of other less distinguishable sounds. Where the hell was he? Slowly he moved the hand back down to brace himself against a crate he'd been propped up against only for it to crumble beneath his touch- as though he were perhaps too strong or heavy for it. The brunette caught himself quickly but was certainly made more alert from the sudden little jolt. Looking around he realized that he'd been laying in some kind of trash heap- though he couldn't recall how he'd gotten there or how long he'd been there. Not going to remember by just laying here either. He thought to himself, quickly snapping back to the strange predicament he now found himself. Carefully he got to his feet, legs wobbling for a moment as he got used to the sensation, and braced himself against the wall to his left. Maybe someone would recognize him out on the main street and he'd be able to figure out how in the world he'd gotten there. Making his way towards the bright stream of neon lights was slow but with each careful step he took it felt like he was getting a better grip on the motion. He watched his feet as he walked eyes downcast and studying every little step he took- the way his toes sort of flared out when he had to correct his balance or how he needed to try and distribute the weight more evenly rather than on his heels. He didn't think to wonder why he was barefoot in a dirty trash heap- or why walking felt so strange to him... He looked up however when his hand felt a corner, finally having reached the end, and now came face to face with the bustling street. There were lots of different people about- some standing around talking or drinking while others haggled in secret here and there. Some were performers and were doing tricks or offering games for money, he even saw a man trying to sell some kind of strange animal to an intoxicated couple that was walking past- He didn't recognize any of it though... The brunette stood in silence, taking in every little detail that he could, but felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to find a woman tugging him towards  stall that was offering up free samples of... something. "You look like you could use a lil' pick-me-up, darlin'." She chimed hypnotically as she lead him over. The woman was dressed in a tacky orange dress with a short hoop-skirt that looked to be sliced up to resemble the veins in a leaf, sleek black pants beneath it, and heels that looked more like weapons than fashion accessories. He was dressed in a sleep white outfit that seemed to cling to his flesh- sleek and sterile looking- in stark contrast with the vibrant colors of the street and it's occupants. He looked completely out of place... "No, thank you-" He tried, only to have a spiral shaped glass thrust into his hand. He sort of stared at it for a moment, not quite sure what to do with it, then looked to the woman as she sort of giggled and brought the drink to his lips- practically forcing him to take a sip. He did- but almost immediately choked on it- frowning as she gave another laugh... He forced a smile- not really knowing what else to do- and slipped away when she became preoccupied with a woman looking for another drink. It didn't take him long to be nabbed by someone else though, this time one of the people offering up a game of some sort- gambling. He lost- of course- but then again he wasn't exactly sure what it was he was supposed to be doing to begin with. Someone started to lean on him- rambling on drunkenly about something- and eventually draped some kind of colorful fabric over his shoulders before wandering off. Another woman stopped to carefully braid a little portion of his hair- braiding a little strip of iridescent metal in- and smiled before wishing him well... He smiled after that, finding that he'd actually quite liked that last little exchange, and by now was beginning to wander the area out of curiosity rather than confusion. It was bright and everyone was laughing or smiling and color seemed to seep out of every corner. A young man with part of his head shaven stopped the brunette, his eyes gleaming bright like the neon signs and four small little ridges above each eyebrow, and quickly pulled him off to dance- He didn't know how to dance but was clearly a fast learner- and oh did he like to dance. He twirled the younger man around, his graceful form spinning with ease and perfect balance, and laughed with him as he came to a sudden halt with the music, "What's your name-?" He asked, panting faintly from the sudden jolt of excitement and energy. "My name?" He echoed the question, thinking for a moment, "James." The name felt strange on his tongue but knew that it was his, even if he couldn't remember ever having heard anyone else speak it before. "Well James, you're a good dancer." They lingering there for a few moments more  but eventually the bright eyed dancer bid him goodbye and quickly slipped back into the crowd- but not until he'd given James a little peck on the cheek. He stared for a long while, fingers tapping the glass he still had in hand lightly, almost as though he were waiting for him to return... That had been really nice... Maybe somebody else would dance with him if he waited-