#captined

[femvoir]

@captined​ said: “i have survived, but i have not been spared.”

LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, TIME: 6:42 PM, MID APRIL

      survival is pivotal to the likes of her nature and nearly endless in the line of work they share, aligning themselves with questionable morals on a daily basis. for lack of words on his part, she can only guess it’s mostly on her end to receive a handful of characters occasionally. despite the protest and the points she’s made in the past, she knows fury to be too firm on where he stands when given a mission. leaning back on flattened navy foam, palms turned to hold her weight, lotus legged and relaxed. 

      eyes follow along the beaten up caricature, skeletons of the building that housed in a few boxing rings,  “  y’know, hanging around an empty building just to punch away your anger is not a bad idea,  ”  it wasn’t a personal choice --or maybe this was a peace of mind to find. words of his were taken in to note: i have not been spared. apparently, it goes for the rest who tap in for the director, high level or low. just a soft purse of her lips leads her to glance over for a moment,  “  no one’s really --left alone, unfortunately. circle of life, i guess.  ”

[spyderedarch]

Of course she was running late, then again she could blame her class from going over and she was still in her leggings when she heard him knock at her bedroom door. Natalia knew he was there before even that when she heard the excited chattering of her sisters when he showed up. Puffing out her cheeks, she opened her door and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him. "I know I was supposed to meet you, but I forgot my phone here and my class went over." Softly murmured words came as she lifted up on her toes and pressed a kiss to Steve's lips before patting his chest. "Give me... fifteen and we can be out of here." She thought a moment before lowering back down. "Okay maybe twenty." She needed a quick shower.

Thankfully she wasn't like other girls who took forever to get ready. She had perfected a routine that was efficient and why change what wasn't broken? "Where are we going, anyway?" She asked as she crossed her room and pulled the oversized shirt she had on over her sports bra and she hooked her thumbs in the waist of the leggings and shimmied herself out of them since they were like a second skin.

"Do I need to dress nicer?" She could never tell sometimes since he always looked nice. "Or does it matter?" He never told her where they were going for date night, so she was always left confused which was a state she didn't usually like as she liked to know what was going on. Was she a perfectionist or was it just training that was quite literally beaten into her? Who knew sometimes.

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[intombedarc]

@captined​ asked: “ i don’t know how you do this every day… ”

       “  YOU’RE FOOLISH TO BELIEVE THAT I DO,  ”  ASGARDIAN ARMOR might have been some of the heaviest to sport through the grand halls of the palace. throughout childhood and well into adulthood, it was a staple to represent the kingdom --appearances were absolutely everything from manners down to the very skin of their teeth. sharp eyes flicker over to the golden guard seemingly out of his element in his disguise. amusing for loki to witness. all for the sake of the one person they have in common, his dark brow raising in question,  “  perhaps, you’re not the strongest avenger after all, captain rogers,  ”  he mused with a wicked grin, ear to ear as his mischief was on the edge of making personal use out of his struggle.

[executiioner]

@captined​​ asked: “ we’re not having this conversation! ”

HONESTLY ANITA DIDNT WANT TO HAVE IT EITHER. there were many things that she didnt mind arguing, many situations that she could firmly plant her feet and push back with all the confidence inside her. but this wasnt one of those conversations. this was the kind of conversation that made her stare at her ceiling in bed for hours, replaying each word and wondering if she was the good guy that she thought she was. captain america protected the country, the world, from threats that varied in severity but ultimately lived on a macro scale. her world wasnt so big. he wanted to protect people and so did she — except sometimes the same people he wanted to protect were the ones who needed to be protected from.  that was her world. it was smaller and darker, where black and white no longer existed outside of variations of grey. the lines between good and evil were not so clean. non-humans, mutants, monsters, whatever you wanted to call them, they didnt get second chances. they dont get to be rehabilitated. it didnt matter why or how, it didnt matter how sorry they were or how much begged. her job was to rid the world of a threat that most didnt even know existed. a threat that stronger and deadlier than police could handle. maybe it was his compassion that stopped him, maybe it was seeing himself as something not quite human anymore either. but that didnt change what had to done.  anita stepped in front of the captain, the top of her head barely came to his shoulder but that didnt make her retreat. “ yes we are, ” she said seriously, her dark eyes meeting his without hesitation. “ your monsters and mine are different, i get that. they might not be trying to destroy new york but the moment that they kill someone, purposely, vindictively or not, they are threat. if put through the justice system like a human, innocent people will die. witnesses, guards, police, social workers, nurses. so theres no judge or jury, theres me.” and sometimes it sucked. there were plenty of days she wished that she could walk away and not have this conversation. but at the end of the day, if she didnt do her job, people died and no amount of personal reflection or guilt changed that. “ when the time comes, he is a monster and he will be legally executed for his crimes whether you like it or not. or you can try to stop me and thats not going to end well. ”

[spyderedarch]

Natasha didn't think things were ever going to go back to normal, or however normal their lives ever were. Half the planet was gone -- half the universe, rather and that left a mark and she tried to make the most of it even if it meant that she didn't leave the compound much unless she had to. She wanted to be around just in case something or someone showed up and needed help.

So behind her desk she sat with a peanut butter and honey sandwich gripped in her hands as she chewed the bite she had taken. There was a lot on her mind given the fact that she was alone with her thoughts more often than not. "So Steve." she said, still chewing the sandwich. Once she swallowed, she turned her chair so she could look at him. "I have a wonder." her feet shifted on her desk as she tried to think about how to word what was on her mind.

"You remember that mission we had on the Lemurian Star? And then after at the hospital" She couldn't forget it, it was the last time she felt the least bit guilty about what she was doing which didn't happen often. Natasha had done some pretty shitty things in her life but guilt was generally something that never bothered her. "When you got all grr at me." her lip curled in a feigned growl. "You ever think about that? Because I do. Where did that come from? I've always wanted to know."

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[buckytm]

@captined​​ said: ❝ how did you pull that off?! actually, don’t answer that. i ought to be thanking you, not interrogating you. ❞

BREATH OF THE WILD 

❛    i  might  not  be  a  SUPER  SOLDIER  but  i  still  have  a  couple  of  tricks  up  my  sleeve.    ❜    bucky’s  thumbs  hook  in  his  belt.    the  corner  of  his  mouth  fletches  up,  a  smirk  that  dimples  playfully    &    triumphant  up  at  wind-bitten  cheeks.  ❛    &    besides,  i  don’t  think  this  one’s  over  just  yet,  pal.   you  wanna  take  the  lead?    ❜  

[spyderedarch]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 :  ❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten ?  ❜

An appetite was generally something that Natasha was never lacking, but things had been a little off lately and she was lost in her own head. She'd died. She'd died and it seemed like it didn't mean anything except to her. Whether that was the truth wasn't the point. Natasha had sacrificed herself only to get brought back like that was just a game to be played. Her thoughts are her own, and she hadn't shared them with anyone and maybe that was part of the problem.

Curled up on the couch in front of the window, she just was staring out in the rain. Sleep hadn't come since Steve had brought her back. She hadn't even been able to crawl in bed with him. She hadn't done much of anything. Not even Liho could bring her out of her own head. It took a moment for her to register the words that were spoken in her direction before she turned her head, ombre hair falling over her shoulder in a thick braid.

"Hm?" Blinking unfocused eyes, she finally turned in Steve's direction. "Oh." Finally registering what he said. "I'm not hungry. I'll eat later." her voice sounded distant and not altogether there, but at least she was talking which was more than she had done in a day or so. "I'll be okay." Honestly, she didn't even know if she needed to eat anymore or if she were even... Natasha. Brows furrowed as the thoughts hit her again and she hunkered more into the couch as she tried to disappear.

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