#natasharomanoffa

[bebackinasex]

Bright smile #natasharomanoffa

Long days, coffee ,pizaa, bows and arrows. Clint took his coffee and started reading newspaper. Everything was just so boring and slow. He was thinking about someone...Natasha

Their last meeting wasn't really good. She was really upset and she was a bit shy to talk about her last mission. It was kinda weird. She was a good liar. She could surely lie him very easily but she chose to stay quite. It really made him uncomfortable.

He took his phone and sent a text. 

[text] I don't know where are you, but I really need you. Emergency. Meet me in Time Square.

[valentina-romanoffbarton-blog]

+ natasharomanoffa

"Um, hi?"

[askthewintersoldier-blog]

(Triangle)

James can't believe that it has taken he and Natasha this long to go on a date. It was really outrageous. But it didn't matter. It was still their first date. He could tell you the pattern the freckles on the small of her back made and what her favorite brand of vodka was but it didn't matter.

He was extremely nervous about their first date.

[thearrowpointstomydick]

Write 2 things that you like about yourself and then pass it on to the first 10 people on your dash. #TeamSelfEsteem

OOC: I would say my wrists and how I can only smile crookedly.

[beyondmysights-blog]

Running Through My Veins || Clint & Natasha

Clint has fired arrow after arrow after arrow, until he's lost in the steady creaking rhythm of the bowstring and the dance of aim, draw, release. He's vaguely aware of Natasha - next to him when she needs to be, darting away when she can, felling hostile after hostile to the same insistent beat.

It's almost a surprise when there's no-one left moving, and he keeps his bow drawn as he surveys the area, breath held as he waits for movement, not yet ready to let his guard down. He's right to be suspicious; something stings his neck and in one smooth movement he's turned, identified movement, fired.

Everything is still.

His hand flies to his neck - that wasn't a shot, or he'd have been dead already and finds -

"What the fuck?" he murmurs, and pulls something from his skin, holding up so that he can look at it.

It's a tiny needle-dart, the kind that might be used to tranquilise animals. There's a swooping sensation in his stomach and God, he hopes it's just post-battle nerves or something, because if he's been drugged by these people, you can go ahead and bet it's not with anything pleasant.

"Uh, Nat?" he says, weakly. "I think we might have a problem."

[thearrowpointstomydick]

natasharomanoffa:

 “Ever heard the phrase, no shoes no shirt no service”

"Yeah but it has never effected me any."