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“I just got back from the cemetery.”
“Anything interesting goin’ on, or is everyone still dead an’ underground this time?”
vdovaiism
also if anyone wants to make one of those meme...
u bet i will
i’m so hearteyes @ u all the time tbh
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Even as she flings her hands upward in a motion river-swift, she does not know how she knew. perhaps it was the silver flash of the sun on the muzzle of a rifle, perhaps it is something far more connected to her unholy powers than it is to any form of sense. the bullet becomes nothing as it hits a wave of red, precisely at the point where natasha’s wide eyes stare at the powerful shield before her. ❝ natasha, we need to get out of here! ❞ she has known of course, that natasha has made many a powerful enemy, but she had never thought to face such consequences herself. it does not matter, no one will harm natasha whilst wanda walks at her side.
vdovaiism : important question: why is it monday tomorrow?
it’s monday already for me #sigh
oh ew that’s just unfair!
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Not for the first time, wanda wishes she had made the same decision as natasha and stayed away from the mess that had been the sokovia accords. that such a catastrophe had been birthed in the name of her homeland makes her rage burn almost as bright as the scarlet magic within her grasp. and yet, here she remains, once a criminal, now barely a free woman. ❝ natasha? it is so good to see you! ❞ wanda smiles, kicking a bundle of coats away from her front door so that the other may step inside.
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eyes, thick ebony black, linger upon the bloody red of the woman’s hair. he flinches back as she approaches him, vibranium fingers clenching into a trembling fist. ❝ you. i know you. where do i know you from? ❞ his memories are not the thick fog that they had been before, but a chaotic twist of the unknown. is she hydra? if so, he will kill her here and lose his freedom rather than fall into their grip once more.