#empathyfought

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I have to be real with you................ I love bucky the dog more than you 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

honestly i can’t even be insulted, look at him

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𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁: 𝚂𝙰𝙼 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝚂𝙾𝙽   ( @empathyfought​​  )          ↳   𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴:   𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗.

it   had   been   seven   days.    one   week   -   seven   days   -  168   hours   -   10,080   minutes.    though   it   felt   like   an   eternity.    families    around    the    universe    were   reuniting,   friends   &    loved   ones   embracing   in   joy.    yet   natalia   romanova   remains   seated   in   her   room,   legs   pressed   to   chest,   body   leaning   against   the   headboard   of   her   bed.   she   wasn’t   crying   -   not   anymore,   not   since   day   four.   there   was   nothing   left   for   her   to   cry   out.   the   tears   had   dried   up   &   her   abdomen   possessed   a   dull   ache   from   the   full   body   sobs   that   escaped   her.   she   was   truly   alone   -    her   family   hadn’t   come   back   &   he   couldn’t   return   to   his   own   family   either.     it   was   all   her   fault. 

in   the   past    week,   perhaps   she   had   eaten   four   times.   food   was   far   from    appetizing,   &    she   was   lucky   to   get   down   what   she   did.  her   days   remained   her   staring   at   a   blank   wall,   eyes   stinging   &     mind    blank   apart   from   one   phrase   running   on   a   loop:     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓.   clint   barton   was   dead,   &   it   was   all   her   fault.  

a    knock   on   her   door   breaks   her   concentration,   emerald   hues   (   red   &   glossy  )   move   to   the   door,   waiting    for   someone   to    announce   themselves.   she   had   left   her   room   only   a   few   times   a   day  -   for   the   occasional   bathroom   break   &   or   stop   in   the   kitchen,   but   even   those   were   timed   to   avoid   seeing   anyone   else.   when   nat   felt   overwhelmed   by   her   emotions,   she   shut   down,   she   bottled   everything   up   &   refused   to   let   anyone   in.   widow   was   safest   on   her   own,   walls   she   crafted   acting   like   a   security   blanket   (   no   one   in   &   no   one   out   ).

❝   ━━━━    not   hungry.    ❞    she   calls   out,   voice   sounding   foreign   to   her   own   ears,   that’s   how   long   it’s   been   since   she   spoke   to   someone.   her   throat   felt   raw   &   stung   after   speaking,   natalia   now   resting   her   head   upon   the   top   of   her   knees.   she   was   in   no   mood   for   company.  

❝   i’ll   see   you   around.   ❞    that   was    a   blatant   lie,   though   she   knows   no  other   way   to   get   the   person   hovering   at   her   door   to   leave.

[shieldworn]

𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 ?       @empathyfought​​ : question starters

𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄,  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇  𝐁𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃,  𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅  𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.  Not  quite  asleep,  but  drifting  in  that  kinda  half-in  half-out  place,  sitting  here  half-leaned  against  Sam  and  arms  folded  across  his  chest.  They’re  supposed  to  be  waiting  for  news  to  come  in  ——  some  kind’ve  report  on  some  intel  that  others  are  out  gathering  ——  but  right  now  it’s  quiet.

You  awake  ?    It  stirs  him  enough  to  kind  of  jerk  his  chin  upright;  it’s  enough  of  a  start  that  shows  he  wasn’t,  but  he’ll  deny  it  anyway  because  that’s  who  he  is.  He  sucks  in  a  breath,  reaching  a  hand  over  to  rub  a  hand  over  a  scruffy  jaw  and  rolling  his  weight  up  like  he’s  trying  to  pretend  he  didn’t  just  half  conk  out  leaned  against  the  other.

(  He  hasn’t  gotten  many  full  nights  of  rest  lately;  no  wonder.  )

❝  Yeah,  yeah,  ‘m  ——  ❞  stifling  a  yawn,  is  what  he’s  doing,  but  he  shakes  his  head  with  furrowed  brows  and  scrubs  the  heel  of  a  hand  over  an  eye.  ❝  ——  somethin’  come  in?  ❞

[statesangriaold]

@empathyfought​ asked:  he comes bearing a cake and a cheesy birthday card that says "have an egg-celent birthday!" IT’S PENNY’S BDAY Y’ALL

𝐒𝐄𝐄,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄.    cakes  are  a  birthday  thing.    eggs  have  nothing  to  do  with  birthdays.    and  that's  probably  what  makes  the  card  so  damn  funny.    ❝  egg-celent?    you    nerd,  ❞    she  laughs,    sliding  the  card  back  into  its  envelope  for  safe-keeping.    yeah,    she's  one  of    those    people---    the  card  keepers.    ❝  thanks,    sam!  ❞

[onlypcwer]

@empathyfought:  ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ @ sarah

“trust me, i know,” there’s a knowing smile on her lips despite herself, the kind reserved only between siblings—something that says i told you so and love ya anyway, all rolled into one. after all this time, it’s good to have sam back. for so long, the family home had been so eerily still, photographs on the walls of people she lost smiling silently back at her [ and yet her own grief was not quite so quiet ]. and for so long, she’d struggled to balance motherhood with the business, the last of her family’s legacy standing on shaky legs. she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, when all of them had returned—maybe a change in her own life as drastic as the one the world had just gone through—but at least now sam was back home, and joking with his nephews, and there was laughter in the house when there used to be so much quiet. a nod to the rusting parts scattered across the table, at her brother’s confused expression as he scans the manual, “‘specially if you think doin’ that is gonna get the engine to work.”

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

send me 🍒+ a url and i will write some positivity for them. || @fatedfuturist​ / @empathyfought​

[ you know those kinds of people where you just instantly feel welcomed and warmed, just no pressure at all but also absolutely love the thread dynamics and general chatter? for me, Reyes is a prime example of that. I really appreciate the thought and care they put into their muses, both Tony and Sam are just the softest and most stripped down versions of themselves while still being COMPLETELY in character, and we adore both the muses and the mun to bits. <3 ]

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@ ur portrayal, i guess

FEWJFBEWKJF I LOVE THIS PICTURE!!! &&& reyes the way i love you & how much this means to me!!!! i’m obsessed with you & all of your portrayals!!!! thank you my friend <33333333333

[whitesuited-arch]

birthdays haven't always been the greatest experience for himself, but he loathes the idea of others' having it bad. it's a day that you get to really do whatever the hell you want to do, and as far as he's concerned, a quiet night in sounds pretty damn nice. sam smiles when the door opens and he sees her, leans in to plant a kiss on her cheek. " happy birthday, girl. here's your present. i swear it doesn't blow up or anythin' stupid like that. " by present, he means a bag of her favourite food ( had to go to a few different places to get everything ), and then in his other hand? some beer. " hope there's something interesting to watch on TV unless you want me to tell you terribly boring stories about my own day. "     /     @empathyfought​

🎉 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛'𝐝𝐚𝐲 🎉 it’s not anymore i’m just slow 🙃

HE DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW SHE PRACTICALLY BOUNDED OVER TO THE DOOR TO LET HIM IN; already in pajamas for the evening, despite the fact that most of the night is still ahead of them. (   when he’d asked her what she wanted to do, the first thing that came to mind was simply getting to RELAX for more than two minutes at a time ---------- no fussing, no rushing.   )

she greets him with a hug when he leans in to kiss her, sharon taking the bag from him the moment she pulls away. “it had better not blow up. i’m already on THIN ICE about getting back my deposit as it is.” she cradles the paper back like an infant, slowly wandering back towards her living room while opening up the top and peeking inside. (   he never said she had to WAIT to open it up, right?   ) 

          “oooh ----- are these dirty fries?! you got me dirty fries...” she’s POUTING but it’s not because she’s UPSET ----------- she’s already reached into the bag and pulled out a couple while she lays out the rest of his present on her coffee table, leaving him room to put down the beer. 

          “there’s a B movie sci fi marathon on if you want to critique some really bad FX makeup. or you can ‘bore me’ with stories. either one.” he’s brought her enough food to last through EITHER.