#cfblackwidow

[spoilingstephanie-a]

@cfblackwidow​ the black eye was fresh and darkening and her knuckles were throbbing, but a vigilante’s work was never done and stephanie wasn’t exactly ready to call it a night yet. the bar was dark and quiet, which would hide the bruises well, and the news was playing overhead, which was an added bonus. the spoiler costume was in her backpack, ready to go if the broadcaster announced any sort of shit going down, but stephanie really needed a break above all else. she was tired, but unwilling to head back to her shoebox apartment and toss and turn for the next three hours. no, a drink (or a few) sounded nice, and maybe some more kicking ass and taking names before she decided to call it a night. the bartender made his way over, and as stephanie flashed a smile and began to order, he seemingly got busy with another customer and moved in their direction. “i -- seriously? hello?” scowling, stephanie leaned over the bar just slightly. “...did he seriously just ignore me ordering to go simp over the bitch with big boobs over there?”

[nxgmaus]

@cfblackwidow from x

‘ you’ve led a very interesting life for quite a while, ms. rushman. as expected. ’ ed smiled tightly, tension lurking around his lips as he regarded his casual acquaintance. his voice was of a lower timbre, with less of the cheerful humor permeating their previous encounters. ‘ you look well. i’m glad that you were not harmed during the commotion at the festival, i was lucky to have made it out myself. i think i’ve had enough of new york for a while. ’ he chuckled, ‘ it’s good to run into you here, ms. rushman, to say farewell --- before we meet again. ’

[nxgmaus]

@cfblackwidow

‘ metal or bone I may be, many teeth i have and always bared. my bite means no harm and ladies delight in my touch. what am i? ’ he stood next to the long haired woman on the bridge, looking down at the river parade passing under their feet. it wasn’t one of the national holidays, or even a major occasion. but in the big apple, there’s always some festivity going on. edward smiled once he got his fellow spectator’s attention, holding out the referenced object.  ‘ ... you dropped your comb, miss. ’

[ofhellsbells]

❛ Are you even listening to me? ❜ / Lucifer

@mcrninqstar

Belphegor was usually a good listener. She didn’t tend to be distracted by much since she didn’t really have many goals to be focused on, so the only reason she hadn’t really been listening to her brother was because she had fallen asleep with her eyes open. She was only woken up when Lucifer commented on her not listening. “No, no, I’m listening.” She yawned. “I know what you said, but I don’t think he heard what you said,” she said as she grabbed a random person’s arm, pulling them towards her and Lucifer, “so you should probably say it again.”

[iron-coded]

And what do I get if I win? - from nat

Tony smirked, thinking about it for a minute. “You get...” he paused, “Full access to the office when I become mayor. You can bug me anytime you like. No pun intended.” he teased, looking at the flip the cup set up. “So what do you think? I personally think this game was made for you. So it’s sort of not fair.” 

[sovieticweapcn]

“  i’ve got your back, okay? ”

___ when too many thoughts went around in his head, bucky tended to ignore his surroundings, included what was said to him even if the other person was close. though with nat, it never could be like that. she had the facility of the one thing he would focus on, no matter the rest of the noise. and it was like that now; they were talking about the whole accords situation and what happened when steve found him again. about how he still didn’t feel like he belonged out there. bucky couldn’t help but give her a soft smile, deciding to let go of the messy thoughts and instead believe in her words. “did i tell you how glad am i to have you around again? i was going crazy.”

[nghtnvrsc]

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.”

@cfblackwidow​    [ x ]

‘ yeah, somehow i thought once you become a superhero you wouldn’t have this problem. but looks like it’s just an occupational hazard anywhere. ’ claire replied, glancing over at the tv, where the news broadcast replayed footage of the latest avengers sighting — a freeze frame on the black clad assassin, and the news anchor commenting on the black widow’s latest hairdo.

she turned down the volume. the nurse sighed with a sense of finality to close up to the wound on the unconscious man nat dragged in. ‘ … not that it’s anything comparable to what you do, but i will say one thing about freelancing — now if they grab anything, i just grab right back. that usually shuts a perv up. i mean, they are under my knife after all, and what are they gonna do? file a complaint? ’

[spoiderwoman]

“ shall we drink on it?”

“that’s not a real question, is it?” jessica replies - but she makes an effort to reach for her good whisky, at least. she’s got a half-finished bottle of jack, somewhere - american shite if you ask her, but it gets the job done. but not this. this calls for a single malt, actually from scotland. she pulls out her glenfiddich, eighteen year aged, and splashes out a glass for each of them. “cheers.” she says, before raising hers and downing half the liquid in one sip.