#russkiyshpion

[warsraging-a]

@russkiyshpion ♡‘d for a starter!

“you’ve returned.” she honestly didn’t expect her to, given the circumstances of their last meeting. yet, eleanor’s tone carried more than just surprise     there was a certain warmth in her tone, caused by the other’s pleasant company. it had been so long since the spirit last had something like this ( a FRIEND ), and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t quite an addictive feeling. “i was afraid... you had changed your mind.” that her friends’ whispers had gotten to natasha, pulling her further away from eleanor      an outcome she had expected, but which in no way would hurt any less if it came to happen.

[justabrooklynkid-blog1]

@russkiyshpion

When he woke up, his senses were sharp, clear. But everything else was...

He didn’t know what it was. He didn’t know anything.

There was a concerned face above him, a woman in - what, her sixties? - with her hand gently patting his shoulder. Talking to him with a reassuring note in her voice, but the words could have just as well been another language. They swept right through with nothing to anchor to, like there wasn’t a single thought he could even hold on to.

He couldn’t - he couldn’t -

There was just nothing.

“Welcome back. I imagine you’ll need a few moments -”

He blinked against the sunlight filtering through the windows, a blank ceiling above him, a couch underneath him. Nothing of it made sense.

“What...?”

[russkijunge]

Jungs die auf der Straße sind,betreiben hartes Marketing. Doch die, die ihre Eltern lachen lassen, sind die wahren Kings.

russkijunge

[captainbrogers]

@iknewhxm @russkiyshpion for a closed starter:

Steve watched with a languid amusement from his comfortable position in the bed, one eye just barely peeking out into the dim light of the room. He’d long since retired to the bed but had been awaiting his companions for quite some time since. They were shuffling around now, both speaking in quiet tones and slowly getting closer to joining him, and he wondered if they knew their caution was being wasted. The blond was wide awake, perfectly aware of the fact that they were there even if their stealthy training prevented him from knowing exactly where or how.

He suspected they knew, all the same. A small huff released through Steve’s nostrils and he tucked his arms farther under the pillow before finally opening his mouth to speak. “You know I can’t stand it when you guys do the conspiratorial thing,” he teased them lightly, making sure it was apparent he was still peeking at them through his one opened eye.

[haosvestica-a]

@russkiyshpion via ✘

Stubborness && Pride. Once in a while it surfaced, only when certain topics were spoken of. And it always inevitably ended up pushing people away or ending in heated arguments. Apologies were always worse. Something that struggled to push its way from her throat.

“I am … trying here Wanda.” She knew it wasn’t good enough, that the other deserved better. Perhaps this was why relationships were  … difficult— to say the LEAST. “I am sorry though. I thought I had control, I thought I had it all in my hands. I was trying to, keep us all from breaking beyond repair … I FUCKED up. ”

                  an angry red welt circles her throat, the exact place the shock collar had been placed. a bruise the size of africa is still a threatening dark blue where it sits just above her right hip. she’s stopped looking in MIRRORS because all she sees looking back is the places people have hurt her. touched her. the brunette shivers slightly, her body still getting aftershocks despite the fact that it’s been several days since the collar was pried off of her.

                  her eyes are dead, shoulders thinner than before and hanging low. every inch of her screams ‘i C A N ’ T handle any more’. wanda knows that it’s borderline cruel to blame natasha, but the part of her that is still locked in that cell can’t bring herself to care. “repair,” she speaks in a hoarse whisper. “i don’t think i can ever be repaired.”

[haosvestica-a]

@russkiyshpion replied to your post: @russkiyshpion we must be stopped

do u mean to tell me we are not g o a l s ??? :o

maybe too much g o a l s ???

[wecunningfew]

@russkiyshpion || NATASHA & WANDA

❝                V’ould you like to try z’ome? My matka used to v’ake it v’hen I v’as younger.❞

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              “ Everyone else is  w e a k , Natalia, ” for a moment she pauses, unsure if she’s overstepped in her familiarity. Romanova is not just another Red Room girl; she is their best. The Black Widow is all she wants to be, and although Yelena likes to think that maybe they are friends ( NO ! you do not have friends here. It is kill or be killed. There is no room for compassion. ), looking at Natalia she can’t imagine what the other must see in her. It’s wrong of her to to bother their idol with her silly fear, but she so looks up to Natalia, almost like a real sestra. “  You are more than flesh and blood. How can I be like  t h a t, like  y o u? UNBREAKABLE. ”