#spydered

[knowsvaluemoved]

[ 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 

[deadxbones-a]

                ⨳ — TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN   — ⨳

                                             daphne martinez && natalia romanova

                                                                (ft. @spydered​ )

[xkingpin-a]

         ⨳ — favorite HELLO && hardest GOODBYE   — ⨳

                                antonio dominico rizzotti && natasha romanova

                                                            (ft. @spydered )

[notafossil]

      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

[brklynlost]

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        .©.

[libertytm]

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 )

[warended]

@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. ”

[knowsoffense]

@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.”