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it’s not a lie tho @vdvaa
@vdvaa
i just wake up and you try to kill me? here i thought we were getting along.
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“ you are... not like anyone i’ve ever met. ” it should sound like a compliment; a marvel at the man who likes to believe that he has an understanding of everything around him: what is, and how it works, and how those around play their role in the grand scheme of things. but of course, one should wait before the words land and settle; where there’s pause, yet not quite enough for response. a small tilt of his head, lips lightly pressed as he frowns, and as eyes shift to pass her gaze. “ don’t know if that’s really a good thing or not. ”
he’s honest at least; somewhat --- much as he can be where the air’s filled with anonymity and unpredictability. sure, he knows things: the basics, and a little more where analytical eyes and attentive mind pick at any semblance of tick, or tell. has to, after all. part of the gig. can’t quite enter a room without knowing what’s behind the door; same could be said with the social dance that came with people and the cards they held close to their chest.
“ thoughts? queries? am i making you uncomfortable? ”
so talented.
*puts a hand to my chest flamboyantly*
hc + black widow
HEADCANONS.
natasha romanoff. a woman he has much admiration for. she’s intelligent, she’s caring, she’s tough, and she’s loyal to what she believes in. there’s nothing to dislike about her, but at the same time, there’s a tinge of fear in him when it comes to her. the killer queen, without his armor, could overwhelm him in an instant. it’s this feeling of inferiority. he’s nothing without his toys, and she’s an embodiment of what a human can do on their own.
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omfg babe, thank you !! means a lot. i love all your blogs !