#spydher

[notafossil]

    ❝ that was a long day. you want a drink? ❞

@spydher​ ♥’d

[seidrborn]

` ✦  @spydher​​༄ ⋆.◦◝   ( LYRICAL  ONE—LINER. )

“  THE  CORE  OF  ALL  LIFE  is a limitless chest of tales.  ”

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@spydher​ asked: “  i know i didn’t call— i just.  i couldn’t stop thinking about you.  i had to see you. ”

misc asks | always accepting

Even the weather is like the set of one of those very sad and sappy romantic movies, it doesn’t stop raining and, curiously, Kurt is currently watching one of those movies. 

Kurt raises his eyebrows and says nothing, the person he least expected to see behind that door -but the one he hopes the most- is Natasha. He doesn’t know what to say, though. 

He opens his mouth and babbles something then he can’t help but laugh at himself. 

“Sorry, I mean...” He scratches the back of his head. “It’s okay.” 

Did she say she can’t stop thinking about me?” 

“Please, come in.” 

[wxbsofhxnor]

@spydher​ - plotted

“Ouch, you mother-hubbard!” Despite having been one of the ones healed after Ultron’s attack, Spider-Man was still in a bit of pain and out of it. He would not feel like himself again immediately it seems. There was relief and sorrow in the air as Peter stood back up, looking around.

Ultron had been defeated by being struck right through a portal into an empty universe, that was the good news. However sadly, the bad news was that Black Widow had been killed by Ultron and was unable to be revived. Peter imagined that was hard for those here that had known her. 

Spider-Man hadn’t known her personally, so he was simply saddened by recent events. Before he could make a single movement, his Spider-Sense went off as someone appeared in front of him all of a sudden. “What the f#@k!? Where did you come from!? Are you aligned with Ultron!?”

And just like that, Spider-Man was back in his classic battle stance. 

[defyxoblivionmoved]

@spydher asked: “You’ve got nowhere else to go.” 

“Not true. I can just go through you.“

Dane wasn’t losing himself. He wasn’t going mad. That’s what he kept repeating in his head, the mantra keeping himself together. But his uncle had been summoned up from Hell, and Dane wasn’t going to let him go.

The Avengers weren’t getting in his way.

“Move, Nat. I don’t want to fight you. But I will.“

[massoccurs]

TARGET   :   ROMANOVA   ,   NATALIA. LOCATION   :   @spydher​ ASSIGNMENT   :   the other line. ENCRYPTED   :    ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room .

        SHE’S   SULKING   ,   legs pulled to her chest   ,   chin resting between her knees. whatever is going on   ,   she does not think it’s relevant to her nor does she see why natalia had brought her along. jezebel is growing restless and playing candy crush won’t tide her over for much longer.

SMS   TO   NAT ❤️ 🕷️   :   is this almost over ? when are we leaving ? SMS   TO   NAT ❤️ 🕷️   :   can we get food after this ?

[fatestricken]

@spydher​   asked    :    ❛   you   can’t   kill   me   ,   i’m   not   alive .   ❜    @    masha

hit   ‘em   where   it   hurts   sentence   starters . status    :    accepting .

                    masha’s   grip   on   the   gun   does   not   falter   ,   even   as   she   finds   herself   relating   to   the   black   widow’s   words .     she   has   her   orders   ,   she   has   to   follow   through   with   the   hit   even   though   she   doesn’t   want   to .     teeth   grit   to   the   point   that   it’s   painful   ,   jaw   clenching   tight   and   fingers   holding   onto   her   aimed   weapon   with   a   white   knuckled   grip .     but   ,   she   just   can’t   bring   herself   to   pull   the   trigger .     maybe   she   has   grown   soft   in   her   time   away   from   her   tormentors   ...   maybe   she   is   just   human   ,   after   all .     either   way   ,   though   ,   she   feels   weak .     and   ,   now   is   not   a   time   for   weakness .     there   is   never   a   time   for   weakness .     but   ,   she   finds   her   lips   parting   of   their   own   accord   regardless   ,    ❛   neither   am   i .   ❜

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@spydher​ asked: “When I look in your eyes, I don’t see a monster. I see someone in pain.” 🥺

“Don’t look at me then,” 

He drops his gaze. He doesn’t know what else to say. 

His heart is racing fast, his hands are cold. 

He swallows tight and looks away. He can’t stare at Natasha right now, he does his best in focusing on the scraps and dirty spots of the nearest wall. 

But I am a monster. 

That’s what they said. 

That’s what he has burnt at the back of his brain, in those scars and, in the darkest corners of his mind.