#thefastmaximoff

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SUPER DUPER ANGST MEME accepting 

“No more… I can’t… I can’t take any more…”

[the-blackest-spider]

It’s Not so Cold, It’s Not too Late || TheFastMaximoff (Closed)

Finding people was an art and a favored pastime really. Sometimes Natasha felt she enjoyed it a little too much and maybe she did, but what did it matter? There were worse things one could find enjoyment in after all.

 Her orders were to find these twins, last name Maximoff, Wanda and Pietro. They were quite the pair. SHIELD was gone, but Natasha still worked for Fury and when he saw a potential threat or threats she usually was the one he called. After all she was comfortable with everything. But in truth? Not always. Sometimes, especially lately she felt tired, things were still in pieces, fragments of what they had been and finding her place in this new world was an ever struggling battle. She wanted to belong, but she never felt like she did and so she was almost grateful for Fury’s calls when they came. Almost.

 Clearly being conflicted was just another part of her nature, who she was.

 She tracked the pair across the globe as they made hell and problems. She took her time, enjoying the hunt and learning them. What she learned was something else. She had read the files, but she had to see them in action to believe it. When she did, well she was impressed. Impressing the Black Widow didn’t happen often.

 She followed them back to their country of origin, Sokovia. Slavic, tiny and war torn and bullet ridden as most countries in that region tended to be. It made the Widow’s heart ache. It all hit too close to home for her on so many levels. She understood why they had been a part of protests and the like for their Motherland even if she still held issues with her own.

 With trench coat covering her tacsuit and weaponry billowing in the slight breeze she followed them, hugging to the walls and shadows as she did so and even though she had cut her hair down practically to the quick recently she still had a hat on, covering the noticeable red. Green eyes remained trained upon them behind sunglasses as she made her way.

[the-blackest-spider]

Oh..My little Alcoholic. [[because tumblr hates me]]

It took a lot to get her drunk. A lot. It also took a lot to make her want to drink, it wasn’t something she often gave into and yet other times she gave into it more. It was something she didn’t advertise either, but at the same time who else drank Russian imported vodka? She supplied it herself, but always claimed it came from Stark’s stock. He never said otherwise as though he knew or at least understood. He was the one person she knew of that got what it was like to drown your demons in the bottle. But mostly her trick was to drink enough that she just passed out and didn’t dream. She hated to dream. Either they were too good or most of the time broken memories and nightmares.

 For a while she had been okay, good even. Though after SHIELD fell and dealing with the Winter Soldier had set her back and then when Wanda played with her head, well she fell back into the hole. But she waited until it everyone was gone to bed before she went about her business in the dark, alone. However it seems alone isn’t going to happen.

 He isn’t quiet, and even close to plastered she still hears him before he even speaks. Little. A word she’s never cared for, but she knows he means no harm by it even though her foggy mind wants to say otherwise.

 “Quick, but not light on your feet, hm?” She turns, taking a drink from the glass in her hand. But then again to a master assassin hardly anyone is light on their feet. But it’s a conversation point that doesn’t have to do with her.

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Ask thefastmaximoff a question#[[my insides are shattered glass]]#[[oooommggggaawwwdddssss]]#[[also -super shy wave- huge fan sweets. ur muse is amaze]]#theartofheroism

1. welcome to the jungle 2. you are sunshine thank you omg /slaps steve in the face so he blushes for you x]

[the-blackest-spider]

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Wanda,

I have made a terrible mistake.

Help.

I think I’ve become the one who’s kidnapped here.

 -Natasha

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Sweater Weather [[i am not even remotely sorry for this lawls]]

“Wait… what…” Natasha blinked and looked down. Luckilythis wasn’t a favorite sweater of hers and she had only brought it out becauseit got a little chilly where they were now. “What the hell do you think you’redoing exactly?” Oh she wanted to hear this explanation, it out to be golden. “Andget out of there before you stretch it.” Or before she slapped him, one of thetwo.

[theweirdmaximoff-blog]

"Excuse me."

Meme {Status: Still Accepting}

    Music.         It was something that had never changed for Wanda, even from when         she had been but a curly headed mop trying to chase after her brother         around their tiny Sokovian apartment. It was always there for her, much         like PIetro was, and still as an Avenger - as the ‘Scarlet Witch’ - she was         still Wanda, and Wanda still loved turning it up loud.   Wooly sock covered feet slid across the laminate floor, her coffee    gracefully sipped despite her movements around the kitchen as her    other hand held open page 202 of ‘The Name of the Wind’. Long legs,    bared by her cutoff shorts she had found in a thrift store in the city not far    away from the base on a free day, moved easily in time with the beat to    the lighthearted tune - and she did not even stop when she spotted Pietro    watching her with no little amount of amusement on his features.          Returning his smile, she cocked her head.               “Ce?” she asked, before sticking out her tongue.

[theweirdmaximoff-blog]

Wanda is open to trying as many different kinds of foods as anyone is willing to offer, but she can not stand Mexican food. Something about the spices just don’t sit well with her palate or her stomach.