#russianmadewidow

[seesbetterfromadistance]

@russianmadewidow *Continued from here* 

Usually it was the other way around, Natasha patching him up after a mission but this time the roles were reversed and the concern despite the lightly joking tone was obvious in the depths of his blue eyes. He held the icepack against her temple, his lips set in a soft frown and his brows knitted together.“You really should go to medical.” His tone isn’t forceful at  all, just a mutter. “What was the guy, hulk like? Because I’ve never seen someone best you.” 

[unbridledcreativity]

@russianmadewidow

 ‘Mmm... sleep is necessary but cuddles are mandatory.’

[crowncdlegends-a]

@russianmadewidow cont. from here (x);

Bucky pauses at her question. “I suppose not.” He relaxes back against the bed, and holds out his arm for her to rest against his chest. He curls his arm around her waist, fingers drumming absentmindedly against her hip.

[icanxdothisallday]

Mission in Greece

@russianmadewidow

[text: Rogers] I don’t think there would be much talking in person.

[text: Rogers] ;)

[text: Rogers] Can we fondue?

[text: Romanov] You know I enjoy fondue.

[text: Romanov] Chocolate or cheese?

[text: Romanov] Wait, I actually don’t even know what I meant by that and now that I see it written it has weird implications.

[sxldierofliberty]

@russianmadewidow cont. from here (x);

His eyes dance with amusement. This could certainly get interesting... “I do like games,” he replies, the grin still on his lips. “Alright, I’ll play.” He watches her closely, as if he’s trying to figure out if she’s serious or not. He’s definitely intrigued.

[murdcrpup-a-blog]

@russianmadewidow Pre-Plotted Starter

Sam liked New York. The crowds at times were cause for alert and anxiety, but for the most part it provided thousands of people he could blend in with, could start a life with. He’d managed to get work at a cafe, and he enjoyed socializing with locals. He could pay for a roof over his head, however crappy it might have been, and he finally had time to figure out who he was. To re-form memories, to recover, and to exist as a free entity. 

“What can I get you?” he asked easily, sizing up the new arrival to the patio table. Sometimes his ability to speak multiple languages came in handy, being in New York. But English was always a safe option. 

[cryomade-a-blog]

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯:  do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

HELL YEAH

@godsperfectidiiot @valorburdened @spidxrsenses @russianmadewidow @itsybitsyspiderboy @winterarsenal @jemmaagentofshield

I love these people okay

[stxrlxrd]

—★ cont’d from ✗ // @russianmadewidow​

“ Oh I wouldn’t say no... but your thighs would need to be real close to me for that. ”