[ text | @spydered ] Send a photo of the underwear you’re going to wear tonight.
[ mms ] : img0432 [ text ] : does this work nat [ text ] : i could always wear nothing

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[ text | @spydered ] Send a photo of the underwear you’re going to wear tonight.
[ mms ] : img0432 [ text ] : does this work nat [ text ] : i could always wear nothing
⨳ — TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN — ⨳
daphne martinez && natalia romanova
(ft. @spydered )
⨳ — favorite HELLO && hardest GOODBYE — ⨳
antonio dominico rizzotti && natasha romanova
(ft. @spydered )
the moment she walks into the room, steve’s focus on his tablet has completely evaporated. he finds himself watching her move instead, as she steps across the room and flicks on the tv, cradling a cup of coffee. he doesn’t realize he’s smiling until she looks at him with a raised brow, and he sets his tablet aside, offering out his hand. ❝ c’mere. ❞
@spydered gets a thing bc steve is excited to pester her
soldier keep on marching on head down till the work is done waiting on the morning sun soldier keep on marching on head in the dust, feet in the fire labour on that midnight wire listening for that angel choir you got nowhere to run you wanna take a drink of that promise land gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands careful son you got dreamers plans but it gets hard to stand solider keep on marching on head down till the work is done waiting on the morning sun SOLDIER KEEP ON MARCHING ON .©.
detainment in the wake of victory left a bitter taste in steve’s mouth. even the enormity of deep-rooted relief he felt in having nat at his side was tempered by the apprehension of what had happened in their absence to cause this welcome. it was like nobody believed a word they said, about anything. the cell they’d been tossed in was nothing more than metallic shoe box with a single cot.
they’d been interrogated about their personal and professional history, down to the most minute detail, and still cold eyes read skeptical... and fearful.
❝ how are you feeling? ❞ steve turns his attention back to nat. ( the stone had returned a piece of his heart to him, but couldn’t fully reverse the toll it had taken on her ) when their eyes meet they both soften. a silent exchange of their shared, central-concern. ❝ i’m worried about him too. we’ll make a move as soon as you’re a little more steady on your feet. ❞ he hoped whoever was listening in took it as a promise. they needed to get out and find bucky, something was wrong. // @spydered & @wyntered ( plotted starter )
@spydered smacked the booty: 🍑
even among the avengers she had a reputation for her temper, the last thing she expected was for anyone to try anything like that. she was not expecting it and as soon as she whipped around to see a certain spy eyeing her up, she shifted her tone. had it been any of the boys they would’ve been sent through the wall.
“ i know i have a pretty good ass, nat. you did stare at it in that old costume of mine for years. if you want something, all you have to do is ask. ”
@spydered / sc
“ okay, so my ya ya says i’m not allowed to come home alone tonight. every year she makes tamales and then we make christmas cookies in the evening. she says i have to invite someone, so come on.”