#thewidowvictorious

[iknewhxm]

thewidowvictorious replied to your post: Got my hair cut today and I feel like ...

//you look just like emma stone!

pffffft i wish! 

[theblondewidow]

TheBlondeWidow x TheWidowVictorious

Egotistical billionaires, gold-digging lowlifes, and crumby wait-staff filled the ballroom. A generic rich person party. Bubbling champagne, oversized chandeliers, suits and dresses... the whole nine yards. But seething in between those selfish bitches was a selfish bitch with a hand gun shoved into her clutch. None other than Yelena Belova. However, she didn't arrive as Yelena Belova. To anyone who caught her name, she was Natalia Romanova. She dawned not only that, but a fiery-colored wig, green contact lenses, etc etc. Her accented eyes scanned the crowd, none her target. An aggravated sigh escaped her painted lips as she plucked a glass of champagne off of a passing waitress. Who was a ginger. Before the spy could stop herself, a bit of the gold liquid slipped onto her tongue. Spitting it onto the ground, the waitress turned around. Belova was right.

  "What the hell are you doing here?"

[iamrockandwheat]

accents!

1/10

[qceenmother]

          If she were to guess correctly, the woman before her was one who had fought beside her son. Though her name seemed to have escaped her. Still, a smile pulled at her lips. "And here I thought I would never be able to meet my son's friends--"

[shielddeputydirector]

thewidowvictorious is on file

//Munfact: I think of Time Lords when I read your url, and that makes me happy.//

[onlytryingtohelp-archive]

(≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character's reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.

Jemma's eyes opened when the covers were lifted from the bed and she started, her brain immediately assuming that Natasha was performing some kind of training exercise and would promptly inform her that she was 'dead' because she hadn't heard her enter the room, but instead the other woman slid under the covers beside her. Jemma shifted closer to the wall, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't been told not to say anything but if Natasha was climbing into her bunk then there was probably a good reason involving some kind of threat that she needed to fool. So she simply curled around the other woman's presence, fitting against her and waiting to hear what was going on. 

[notafossil]

✉️

Send me a '✉' for a "the morning after" note left on your pillow.

   Natasha, 

      Does this mean you'll stop calling me old?

   Steve.

[iamrockandwheat]

Natasha or Hogun?

Natasha, Hogun is far too dear a friend. I am also uncertain he actually knows what to do with a woman in bed, the man barely knows how to crack a smile.