#scarjo cw

[valdefontaine]

Things are about to get weird...      The world has gotten stranger than you already know.

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[lcdgerbled]

@legends-and-savages for Peter Parker

Natasha would typically see the younger Avengers out training. It was unlikely that any of them would tend to stick inside, even for a glass of water. Natasha noticed that Peter hadn’t gone outside to join the others, but was inside staring off into the distance. Maternal instincts kicked up and the widow was making her way over to the teenager. A hand gently placed on his back as she let him know she was right behind him. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that brain of yours or do I need to call Aunt May?”

[induro-a]

fighting and training { sc } ; @goldcnblood​ - for bucky

“Go again,” Natalia is panting as her hand grips the 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 of the dojo. The black widow and winter soldier sparring was a regular occurrence between the two of them, and they were 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 finding the chance to get out pent up anger out on each other in a healthy way. Natalia pulls herself up and dusts herself off, before 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 her fists again in battle stance; ready to go as 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. “Show me what you’ve got.” Knowing full well that he was going easy on her, and when she was tired, it gave her a bigger 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 for her to train while exhausted. 

[redroomcd]

omg are you amongstars??? i love your blog

[lcdgerbled]

@featherstcnes liked for a starter for Steve

If they were always going to be focusing on the next mission instead of being joyous in a victory then the Avengers would never catch a single break. That’s why Stark tended to throw these parties, celebrate the little victories before they went back to work the next day. For Natasha, she couldn’t be bothered either way, but with the way she looked out for her fellow Avengers, especially someone like Steve, she felt it was best to attend to the evening. Passing her best friend and ruffling the head of Cooper Barton, Natasha made a straight line through the crowd to a shying away Rogers. Winking as she pushed a drink into his hand, sure alcohol wouldn’t effect him, but the gesture was there. “I get these are a drag, but it’s good to rest for a single night. We won Steve, can’t you just accept that? Or will your brooding furrowed brows fall off if you relax them?”

[lcdgerbled]

@ofgunsandlipstick​ liked for a starter 

Spending her entire life hiding different parts of herself, hiding her history, she never believed she would get the chance to be open with anyone. With anyone that may have experienced the world the way she did, and Peggy, as much as she wasn’t the same, knew what the last few decades were like. Sitting with her was always a laugh, the stories the women shared were unlike anything anyone could ever believe. The only other one who could possibly understand was Steve. “You know what I miss. Basic sitcoms, with no real storyline that were light television. Now everything is so drama filled.”

[induro-a]

protecting the littlest one { sc } ; @littlexwidow​

Being quiet as she wandered into the house, Natasha hadn’t seen her little girl for weeks after being 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 with a mission. Mary was seated at her desk, playing with a few toys, so she tip toed into her daughter’s bedroom. Smiling wide she 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 Mary’s eyes with her hands and chuckles lightly. “Guess who...” a drag of the word as she lifts her hands and kisses her daughter’s cheek. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone, baby girl. But I’m home now.” Bending down she moved to hug Mary, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋 to have her daughter back in her arms. Maybe with another bruise and cut on her body, but she was 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 for Mary. She always came home for Mary.

[redroomcd]

🕷 зимний солдат. ---- starter for @tocxmply.

SHE’S NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHAT SHE HOPES TO ACCOMPLISH BY COMING HERE ; MEMORIES ARE LONG GONE, AND IT’S NOT AS IF HE HAS THEM EITHER. And yet that one flicker – so recently gained, enough to quench a lifetime of curiosity for something more. A hunger, filled and gained all at once, because as much as that one flash of a memory has given her, so many questions has it raised all the same. Because for all she can’t remember her own family, or what her childhood was like beyond what the RED ROOM had given her, or what she’d once dreamed of being, or even whether she was happy, she finally remembers one thing about her past outside of her training ; she remembers him.

It’s a flash, brought from a dream of all things, but it’s enough. A warm frame pressing her down, trapped beneath sturdy weight – and for all the moment might seem intimate, there’s an obvious poise that implies the embrace is anything but, sparring at its best. And a correction to her positioning, murmured to her in a tone she recognises, and with the hint of a smile.

It’s not much ; but it’s enough to tell her she knew him.

It’s enough that it brings her here, across the world and in a place so different that it almost seems like it doesn’t belong here. Enough that she finds her way down the hillside to where he is, among the animals that look so out of place before him.. Or maybe as out of place as the BLACK WIDOW herself looks; shaded in black, surrounded by what might also be countryside, at a glance without context or location. No need to hide from the world here ; and no need for disguises. They’re both crafted for war and battles, and she envies that he’s found some kind of peace here – tentative as it is. Part of her wonders if she might be selfish now, to dredge up memories she’s not even sure he has, but she can’t help herself.

“Your name is James.”

Her voice is soft, but it’s enough to carry, as hands slip into back pockets of black jeans, and her gaze flickers over his frame just the once – lingering, where his arm is void. But then Natasha – Natalia – continues to speak, and there’s a whole new sense of desperation in her tone, as though coaxing ever closer; do you know me?

“Your name is James. And here’s the thing: no one told me that. But I know it anyway.”

Another pause, before her voice softens just a little more.

“I don’t remember much from… from my past. But I remember you.”