You ship carolnat?Could you please write something for this ship if you don't mind🥺
I was going to write them in a fic I'm working on. ^-^
I haven't wrote them together much yet, but I can give it a whirl.
Carol understood the teams of earth had their own busy schedules. Missions, training the baby recruits (she knows far to well by that), and other things that deals with what it means to be a hero.
Even with Fury retired from the head of the avengers, rhodes and rogers taking over as commands (not surprise), she would like one favor.
"What?"
Nodding, Carol slid her hands in her pockets, "the black widow, send her my way."
Rhodes stared before shooting her a mischievous grin, a grin that looked to close to a patent stark smirk. She hates how she can tell they are practically brothers, "oh. You want miss Romanov sent your way?"
"Cut the shit," carol snorted leaning against the desk. Rhodey snorted twirling a pen with ease, "can you. I know you and rogers known her for a good while."
"Clint has seniority, technically clint and yelena, might want to talk to those two."
Carol huffed. She tried. Yelena, just stared at her deadpan and left. Clint laughed at her. The archer, simply took a long, obnoxious, makes want to blast his ass with a beam of light, "he said she might interested but work comes before the storm."
Rhodes nodded, a grin showing more as he moved the chair to be right in front of her, "let be honest, it's a swing and hopefully not a miss? Be honest and try to get along with yelena."
Yeah, because yelena knows carol has a thing for the older black widow. Of course that'll go well. Not like she is going to see Carol moping in the locker room after another failed attempt at talking to her.
No, but she also wasn't excepting yelena to crouch in front of her. A piece of paper, the dead set eyes burrowing into her, "my sister was going to give you this. You break her heart, I'll find ways to break your spine."
Carol stared for a moment as the paper was dropped unceremoniously by her thigh. The not so mild death threat, and "wait, Natasha likes me?"
She blinked as she looked at her phone seeing a simple text, 'ice cream. 12 pm, Sunday. N.'
"And a date... wait!"
(Sorry it was late. I like to think it is something mutual but also sort of progresses like a whirlwind type of thing. Carol making moves and Natasha leading the dance. Something, something, both are leading ladies.)