#c:nat

[strongestavengerbruce]

@russkiyfairytale

Bruce had been asking after Natasha since the very moment he arrived in the quarantine zone, but upon discovering she was safe, the burning desire to find her had dimmed somewhat. It had taken him so long to figure out his thoughts, to get his head straight and collect himself, he was hesitant to put himself in a situation that could cause him to spiral, to regress back to the Bruce he had been after so long trapped in the Other Guy’s mind. After a week of careful consideration, he simply missed her too much, he needed to see her regardless of how the conversation might play out. Making an excuse to leave the comfort of the Mansion and walk the familiar path to the Tower, after procrastinating in his lab for a while, he finally found himself standing outside of Clint’s bedroom. He knew she would be inside, he just knew it. His heart was already pounding in his chest. So much had happened, so much had changed. He wasn’t entirely sure she knew how long he had spent as the Hulk after she pushed him over the ledge, after she ignored his wishes and took his choice away from him. It hurt, even after all this time, though he wasn’t sure he wanted her to know that. He wasn’t here to place blame, he wasn’t here to declare love or tell her he had moved on. He wasn’t even here to tell her that, after everything, she had been the one to bring him back. The thought had tears stinging at his eyes and he blinked them away, swallowing his emotion. He was here because he needed his friend. He was here because his life without Nat was strange. He raised his hand, unsure whether it would be better to knock or verbally announce his arrival. The former felt too formal, too cold, so he took a deep breath before calling her name. “Nat? Natasha?” He said quietly, hoping she would be able to hear him. “Are you there? It’s- It’s me...” @russkiyfairytale

[lefebvre-leo]

it was a little late for all the people eager to get out of town that weekend. leo wasn’t sure if he would benefit from a weekend out with ‘homies’ as he had heard someone referring to the trips to roseville, or if he would rather walk around gallagher in peace if only for a couple days. at least this would make people get over what happened with his brother, or at least will take some of the pressure of his back for a bit. he walked down the hallway to find natasha still in school. she looked at the time– almost one in the afternoon. “are you not going to roseville today?”

 || @ofnatashas​

[youngblccd]

closed // @firewvlker​

“nat?” steve raised his brow, unsure whether this was real or not. part of him thought he might’ve been hallucinating, that his eyes were playing tricks on him. he was pretty tired as he didn’t have such a good night’s sleep. “i’m probably seeing things...” whispering to himself, he blinked a few times but she was still there. “you didn’t come back to haunt me, did you?”

[rhia-falla]

who: @nataliavega​ when: late night where: mutual’s dorm room

She felt practically settled in, her schedule having simply resumed from before. This was her first night out, and she’d come suitably stacked with company and drugs. Rhia started out taking it slow, though a few bumps turned into a few lines and then she was sharing the whole baggy with the theater collective. She wasn’t super close to her friends in the theater program, but she would often come to mid-sized gatherings like this to socialize.

Sometimes Nat would be there like tonight, though this never accumulated into anything beyond a brief hello. Hi, how have you been? Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous. She could recite practically any one of their conversations with ease. She chatted away in the kitchen, noticing but not acknowledging Nat walk in. A few moments later, Rhia’s friend announced they were heading out for the night and gave their goodbyes to both girls.

Alone with the brunette, Rhia gave a wild smile. Her lips were tight, though intent on ignoring the elephant in the room. “Hey, girl,” she greeted, reaching out her hand in a sign of kinship. “Been awhile.” She skipped any attempt at a further explanation of her whereabouts, though she briefly wondered if Nat had been relieved to hear she was gone. “What’s been going on with you? I feel so behind on, like, everything,” she mused, lips smacking in a polite smile.

[hisfasttemper]

“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “

《answered》 | pietro & natasha | @mistakeiwontmaketwice |

purposely, a chortle escaped the sokovian at the assassins declaration. if that was in any way a warning, or threat of some kind, he was not impressed.

"what? murder, torture, cruelty, doing what's 'necessary'? or the opposite." he shot back. "you're saying that to someone with a mutation that's far more enhanced than any of your...training. bad move."

pietro didn't take any form of possible threat likely. in fact, he shot it down as soon as he got the chance. this was no different.

[lxveleexinsxnity]

{ @imitheo-s​​​​ }

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Natalie didn’t understand why Liam was being this way, and she couldn’t help the light gasp that fluttered past her lips once his fist made contact with the wall. Every fiber in her being told her to leave and to get out of this situation; however, she couldn’t allow her feet to move her towards the front door. It was as if she was stuck in place while her brown hues watched his every move. The words fell out of her mouth without her thinking about them because it was honestly how she felt. The female just wanted to love him and show him that he could be loved despite the negative thoughts that entered into his mind. A few tears cascaded down her cheeks as she watched him retrieve his bloody hand from the hole in the wall and walked towards her where his hand made contact with her cheek. “Liam, please,” Natalie whispered as she reveled in the way his hand felt against her cheek. “I know you would never hurt me. I don’t see you as a danger,” she pleaded as she reached out to stroke his own cheek while peering up at him. “Please don’t push me away,” the dark haired female whispered as she bit down onto her lesser lip while trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

[lxveleexinsxnity]

based on: this

Natalie was looking forward to hearing from her boyfriend as he promised to call her in the morning; however, she had accidentally hit snooze on her alarm clock that was set to wake her up for it and slept through the call. As she woke up from her slumber and realized what had happened, the dark haired female grabbed the phone off of her bedside table and seen the missed call and voicemail notifications on her lock screen. Natalie quickly tapped on the voicemail to listen to it, immediately feeling a smile grow upon her facial features as she listened to his voice on the other end of the message. It was near the end of the message when she heard an all too familiar voice in the background; his ex-girlfriend. Her heart stopped at the words being said as her breath hitched in her throat. Come back to bed, baby. She didn’t want to believe this as she quickly took her phone from her ear to make sure that she had read the name correctly on her screen before placing it against her ear again and started the message over. Natalie listened to it a few more times while tears cascaded down her cheeks as a blanket of betrayal enveloped her, and she had no idea what she was going to do or what she was going to say. She wiped her cheeks and with shaky fingers pressed his name to call him back. Natalie felt like throwing up as the phone began to ring in her ear and his voice finally came through. “Hey, sorry for missing your call. I was asleep,” she said softly as she tried to not give anything away.

[legalsuperhero-blog1]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. (For Nat)

@ofblxckwidows

[ ✉  ➡️ Nat] So, we have to kidnap the judge to delay the trial until we find this moron. 

[ ✉  ➡️ Nat] Crap, wrong number. Don’t tell anyone. 

[ ✉  ➡️ Nat] Actually, are you free this evening? I have a judge to kidnap, and I could use the sexy spy. We could get some food later. I’m buying.