#starwidow

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Is it too dangerous to say I have a thing for Miguel O’Hara now? Probably…🫣

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Steve being jealous of Carol. Carol not sure why steve is sending daggers her way. Steve foolishly assuming rhodey is dating Carol (rhodey, unintentional flirt sounding man).

Steve shouting after months of frustration during a meeting after Carol complimented rhodey, "WE GET IT, YOURE DATING!"

Everyone silent. Rhodey surprised. Tony coughing on his coffee. Bucky facepalming. Sam stares. Natasha laughs, "she's dating me."

Steve, embarrassed, goes to hide for the remainder of the week.

Something

Something

Rhodey find steve, casually asks him making the blonde super soldier foam at the mouth.

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Relationship Moodboard: 1/?? ----> natasha romanoff and peter quill

“I want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you but I also want to kill you for making me feel things”

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Natasha: I would murder for you

Carol and Pepper: *concern for different reasons*

Carol: what the hell is with super soldier's and murder?

Pepper: genetics *shrugs*

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You ship carolnat?Could you please write something for this ship if you don't mind🥺

I was going to write them in a fic I'm working on. ^-^

I haven't wrote them together much yet, but I can give it a whirl.

Carol understood the teams of earth had their own busy schedules. Missions, training the baby recruits (she knows far to well by that), and other things that deals with what it means to be a hero.

Even with Fury retired from the head of the avengers, rhodes and rogers taking over as commands (not surprise), she would like one favor.

"What?"

Nodding, Carol slid her hands in her pockets, "the black widow, send her my way."

Rhodes stared before shooting her a mischievous grin, a grin that looked to close to a patent stark smirk. She hates how she can tell they are practically brothers, "oh. You want miss Romanov sent your way?"

"Cut the shit," carol snorted leaning against the desk. Rhodey snorted twirling a pen with ease, "can you. I know you and rogers known her for a good while."

"Clint has seniority, technically clint and yelena, might want to talk to those two."

Carol huffed. She tried. Yelena, just stared at her deadpan and left. Clint laughed at her. The archer, simply took a long, obnoxious, makes want to blast his ass with a beam of light, "he said she might interested but work comes before the storm."

Rhodes nodded, a grin showing more as he moved the chair to be right in front of her, "let be honest, it's a swing and hopefully not a miss? Be honest and try to get along with yelena."

Yeah, because yelena knows carol has a thing for the older black widow. Of course that'll go well. Not like she is going to see Carol moping in the locker room after another failed attempt at talking to her.

No, but she also wasn't excepting yelena to crouch in front of her. A piece of paper, the dead set eyes burrowing into her, "my sister was going to give you this. You break her heart, I'll find ways to break your spine."

Carol stared for a moment as the paper was dropped unceremoniously by her thigh. The not so mild death threat, and "wait, Natasha likes me?"

She blinked as she looked at her phone seeing a simple text, 'ice cream. 12 pm, Sunday. N.'

"And a date... wait!"

(Sorry it was late. I like to think it is something mutual but also sort of progresses like a whirlwind type of thing. Carol making moves and Natasha leading the dance. Something, something, both are leading ladies.)

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Opportunities (Let's Make Lots of Money) by the Pet Shop Boys. Peter Quill/Natasha because you know these two doing crime together would be UNSTOPPABLE.

Song Prompts

Pairing: Natasha/Peter QuillWord Count: 793

Opportunities-Pet Shop Boys

Opportunities

“Give up her location, and we’ll cut you a DEAL, Quill…” thedetective in front of him was mad enough to spit.  And he was. Spraying saliva all over his face. The vein in his forehead was standing out.  

Peter didn’t say a word, flexed his hands in the cuffs andconcentrated on a spot on the wall behind Detective Spittoon’s head. Nat wouldn’tleave him high and dry.  All he had to dowas buy time.

She’d be here soon.    

They called them the modern day “Bonnie & Clyde”. (”They” meaning the media. The cops just called them assholes.)  

And it had all started with Peter’s obsession with rescuingdamsels in distress.  She was wearing ahoodie and a backpack, kicking her car with practiced determination. She’dlooked so small, the backpack looked like it was weighing her down.    

“Need a ride, ma’am?” he’d asked.  

She’d given him one look and hopped in, telling him todrive.  And fast.  

He had.  

And they hadn’t stopped since.  

Her name was Natasha. The backpack was full of stolen cashfrom the bank she was parked in front of. She was a petty thief. And aredhead.  The redheads were the mosttrouble, according to Yondu.  

And he supposed, Yondu had been right.  Depending on how you looked at it, she hadcaused him the most trouble out of any woman he’d ever met before.  

But if you got up and crossed the room, looking at his lifeanother way, she’d done him the most good too.

She’d gotten him out of Yondu’s gang.  Stealing all the cash they could carry andtaking off on foot, because she’d realized that all his goons would have wokenup in a second if they sensed a car being stolen.  

They’d run away on foot. Taking public transit and greyhound buses until the sun rose and theydidn’t know where they were.  Someplacein the Midwest.  

And she’d gotten them a car, sweet-talked a great deal.  It needed work, but Peter could handleit.  

She sweet-talked him too. But in a different way.  Thesweet-talk she gave him was whispered in his ear when she climbed on top ofhim.  A smile on her face that would havemade the devil blush.  Writhing in a waythat had him doing her bidding. Gladly. Willingly.    

There was no question in his mind who was the brains of thisoutfit.  And it wasn’t him.  

But her brains had made them both VERY rich.  Until the hitch at the last place.  

They really needed more people, she had told him.  And he saw that now.  They did need a couple more bodies.  Just to watch all the exits.  Make sure the teller wasn’t going to conk himin the head with a fire hydrant.

He’d heard Nat yell. Try to warn him.  But it had beentoo late.  She’d gotten away with some ofthe cash.  But he’d gotten arrested.  

And now here he was. Getting yelled at by a very angry detective in whatever-the-hell townthis was, his brain was still a little fuzzy. But he knew he was safest if he didn’t say anything.  

There was a knock on the door. Another officer came in, withhis release paperwork.  They’d arrestedthe wrong man, much to the chagrin of the detective, whose arguing could beheard through the closed door as he was escorted out of the policestation.  Peter tried not to say a word,exiting the building and glancing around for a sign of Natasha.  She was across the street, in a new car.  No longer a redhead.  Black hair and sunglasses, but he’d recognizeher anywhere.  

“Hey babe…” he whispered.

She smirked and opened the passenger door for him.  “Watch your head…” she said, closing the doorbehind him and circling the car.  

She was behind the wheel and they were driving away.  Not speeding, but not dragging asseither.  

She tossed him a bag from the drug store.  A box of hair dye, a razor and shaving cream,and a bottle of prescription pain pills.

“How?” he asked, holding up the bottle.  

She shrugged.  “It’seasy to hack pharmacies, easier than police records at any rate…and I thoughtyou might need them…after that witch conked you on the head…if she dented you,I’m gonna go back for her…” her fingers felt around on his head gently and heleaned into her touch.  “You okay,though?” She stroked his head.    

He shrugged.  “Nothinga good night’s sleep won’t fix.”  

She stopped at a stoplight, leaning over to kiss his lipsbriefly.  “Missed you.”  

He smiled, leaning back on the seat. “Where we headed?”  

“Canada…parlez-vousfrançais?”  

He wrinkled his nose. “No?”

She shrugged.  “Eh…Ican teach you.”  

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