#natasha.

[royalwalnutmoths]

I want Bullet.

I know who you are.

[hypontize-a]

“  you're  late.  i  think  it's  time  i  start  charging  you  by  the  hour.  ”

[fallenangelwings]

high pain tolerance starters | accepting

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.” | @cursedhunting

Very few sentient things could find the Seraph comforting. Castiel sat on their shared park bench with all the natural relaxation of a T-posed department store mannequin. He was ramrod straight, watching every detail of the world around them both. His words were met with silence, and it eventually turned his ancient gaze her way.

"Sam and Dean will know the truth eventually. Dean, for all he withholds, grows especially upset when someone else does the same." More logic than consoling, but the angel was not good at this. It wasn't what he was built for. "They're not going to blame you. A demon possessed their own father after all. They did not hold him responsible for it." Castiel turned his gaze back toward the park. He was not good at this sort of thing. Humans, and their intricate emotions he had only just begun to understand.

[toni-not-dreykov-thunderbolts]

Antonia...

@natt-romanoff-barnes

Natasha?

[rejectory]

@exitwnd: “a lot of cops out here. something else i need to know about?”

❝dirty cops.❞

it’s an inside joke she has with herself that that’s her assumed role of the moment; the halloween nurse costumes disappear off the shelf first. gamers are desperate to drop the sticky remote control so their girlfriends can bend over, no underwear, and pick it up from the carpet lint, hand it over along with a freshly-cracked beer.

the blonde bombshell with a badge and a gun is the second best.

this isn’t her most appealing angle, but she can work with it because changing in front of him is part of her job. the cop whose one-size-fits-all uniform she’s squeezing her ass into is going to wake up zip-tied to the bathroom pipe with a throbbing ambien headache. natasha didn’t check if there was a substance issue history there. she was keeping in character.

❝they’re probably gonna make us.❞

still in her bra, she throws him a pair of cuffs like a good boy-to-be his collar.

❝i’m taking you in.❞

[rejectory]

@sxrgeant: “why did i have to get dragged along for this?”

that’s for her to observe, her employer to know, and for him to be distracted from.

❝it’s nice to go outside once in a while.❞

old people, she means. they’re hard to get out of their apartments. she keeps to his right side, hyperaware of his moving mass at the cost of those nice outside things. she’s had a revolver in her mouth before, the cylinder rotating with a single bullet and clicking ready, someone pulling the trigger to see if it will shoot out through the back of her head.

she has another ugly scar from his shot, this one just under her clavicle. the clotted pressure is pink when it’s concentric, pulling herself up, and even when she’s not; when jerking awake from a nightmare of his masked face and his brainwashed eyes. it’s not something she can go to therapy for.

❝relax your shoulders. take the next left.❞

the two moles tagging them will join.

[rejectory]

@forgaeven: “i need to know if you’re okay.” a pause. “if you need my help.”

transcribed: i need you to ask for my help. the hospital-green tiles blur, the sink swipes by her. she stumbles and slides her hand along as if she’s calming it. her blood squeaks on the surface.

❝i’m okay.❞

she opens her face on the wings of the double mirror, blinking at herself then at the prescriptions inside. her clamshell burner wedges around the leaking tap. she doesn’t want to be alone.

❝do you have a minute to talk me through something?❞

[rejectory]

@valorsworn *

and then he does the opposite, and she can’t vouch for not intending it as an exercise in reverse psychology. to take or not to take her work home is not a choice when her work is her home.

(she keeps track of which boxes he ticks.)

❝at least until the contracts run out.❞

clint is a freelancer. him still 'here' is a pattern. a good one.

it makes her — or she lets it make her, because nothing can happen without one’s say-so in discipline, including internal bleeding or fainting — sad. that steve needs structure. that they all think they’re each other’s, and she keeps putting off revising her exit plans, for if, because she doesn’t have the heart.

in the program, when it still existed, steve’s mind would have been called vulnerable to suggestion. a lot of stripping and breaking would’ve had to happen, as well as some very unrussian ego death to the graycoats before they realized they couldn’t take brainwashing credit. steve’s mind is a glancing mirror and the only suggestion he’s vulnerable to comes from himself. he’ll believe it if he’s ready to believe it.

the internet calls it coping, now.

❝it’s not a blame game if it happens, you know. there’s no winner to point to,❞ even if this is the one area he likes being self-centered.