May 1, 2021
“Did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Because you look like a snack.”
she’s not even going to reply to that one, just flick a mini pack of m&ms at her.
cheesy lines || i did this to myself lmao
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“Did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Because you look like a snack.”
she’s not even going to reply to that one, just flick a mini pack of m&ms at her.
cheesy lines || i did this to myself lmao
continued | @the-underworlds-mercenary
Pausing, Natasha watched the woman continue down the street, and considered the flash of metal.
Do I care? I don’t care. I probably should care. But I really don’t care. Okay, but I’m curious.
She gave a faint sigh and waited another moment, sipping her coffee. Finally, she stepped out and settled into an easy stride to tail the dark figure.
🌈 for a random encounter starter - the-underworlds-mercenary
Starter non sequitur.
“Excuse me, but that’s my foot you’re standing on.” Natasha held back one or two muttered curses. “I understand a dire need for coffee, but you stay on your feet, I’ll stay on mine. No thirds necessary.”
continued | @startlingmetamorphosis
“Yeah, well, it was expensive nail polish. And honestly, ‘Widow’s Bite’ is a lot easier to say than whatever just came out of your mouth.”
@strictlyabowandarrows
“It’s true. Everything you’ve heard. Steve’s dead, Barton. And I killed him.”
continued | @startlingmetamorphosis
“Yes, really,” Natasha replied, smiling as she slid her phone into her pocket. “The whole ensemble is just too fantastic. It had to be documented.”
She had no doubt Bobbi would enjoy it. Kind of want those slippers, though, not gonna lie.
She sat back in her chair and reached for her book. “Dig the shirt, by the way. Great guy. Bit nutty, but the smart ones usually are.”
red | @startlingmetamorphosis
“I don’t want to do this,” Natasha said, her voice flat. Her hand at her side, she flexed her fingers, curling them into a fist. “Contrary to popular opinion, I do not enjoy beating the shit out of my allies. Or manipulating them. Or making speeches.”
She was growing more irritated with herself, this shouldn’t be an issue. (She shouldn’t still be talking.) (Explaining.) (Excusing.) Just hit the man. For god’s sake, he asked you to do it. Quit stalling.
“I’m sorry.”
QUIT STALLING. The voice in her head shouting, the accent growing thicker. It dropped suddenly, cold and quiet. Hit him, Natalia.
But not because you command me. I choose. I choose necessity.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, quietly, and hit him.