#whytwolf

[babayahgah]

― @whytwolf​  ♡’d  for  a  starter .

                    "        i  didn't  lie  .  .  .  i  do  need  help,  just  not  with  my  car.        "

[shieldborna]

@whytwolf​ said:   💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.        send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

THERE IS A MOMENT OF DOUBT, EYES AROUND THEM. they could be spotted at any minute, steve is quick, eyes glancing and then focusing back on bucky. oh he hopes this won’t ruin things with them but he remembers what nat had told him once. public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. and so, perhaps, it would work now. “play along.“ he mutters under his breath before he places his hands on bucky’s cheeks, thumb brushing the edge of a jawline before he pulls himself closer and presses his kiss to bucky’s, making sure the kiss is reliable. and perhaps, he lingers and lingers and allows himself this moment to kiss bucky how he had wanted to do all those years ago.

[wdova-archive]

@whytwolf​ said: DONT         Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

SHE  HAS  TO  LEAVE.  AND  SHE  HAD  BEEN  READY  TO  DO  SO.  she  watched  him  and  sam  over  the  docks  and  prepared  her  bags,  her  car  ready,  to  do  another  work.  she  can  move  on,  whatever  had  been  happening  between  her  and  the  soldier  (  no,  between  her  and  bucky  )  had  to  stop.  dangerous,  a  long  time  ago  a  widow  would  get  herself  wiped  if  they  dared  touch  the  winter  soldier  in  that  way.  soft  dances  to  40s  music,  play  pretend  of  being  just  a  woman  and  just  a  man.  sometimes,  they  would  hold  hands  and  linger  on  touches  and  she  knew  this  was  getting  out  of  hands.

but  he  found  her.  about  to  leave  and  she  tries  to  look  past  him  and  avoid  him.  and  then  a  hand  is  gripping  on  his  arm  and  her  back  finds  a  wall  and  her  breath  is  caught  in  her  throat.  and  she  finds  herself  face  to  face  with  him  again,  yelena  breathes  in  and  breathes  out,  like  an  excesses,  trying  to  calm  herself.  her  bag,  long  forgotten  by  the  floor.  “james-bucky.  .  .you  have  to  let  me  go.”  but  she  is  not  moving  and  her  eyes  drift  over  his  features,  and  perhaps  her  head  leans  in  closer  just  an  inch,  mouth  gape  open  as  she  finds  it  hard  to  actually  fight  him  this  time.  maybe  because  she  doesn’t  want  to.

[shieldborna]

👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 10/10 would touch

SEND ME 👌 IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MY MUSE HAS A NICE BUTT

“you say that and yet, never touched it. I call bull.“ @whytwolf

[babywlsonarchive]

he's just gonna gently take her hand and give her a kiss on her knuckles like the gentleman he is <3

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he’s a gentleman, one that she welcomes. gentle grin crosses her lips at the delicate kiss placed upon her knuckles. head shaking slightly as he releases her hand. “well, ain’t that somethin’? i guess some men do have manners.”

[wdova-archive]

@whytwolf​ said: “I won’t go easy on you.”           training turned tension starters

LIPS CURVE INTO INMEDIATE SMILE BEFORE SHE TAKES ON HER STANCE. familiar pose for anyone who had ever stepped sight on a black widow. he knows her movements and he knows his and somehow, she has a sense of comfort in training with him. Like a well known battle, or a familiar dance where both know what each other can do. “Wouldn’t expect anything less. Give me your best.” she said, casual teasing movement of hands to invite him to give the first move as she stands there ready to receive a blow. 

Oh perhaps they should find a better spot to fight than his apartment but, she does enjoy the noisy neighbors trying to find out what was happening. “I promise not to break your furniture. Much.” 

[wdova-archive]

@whytwolf​ said: [ TACKLE ] : sender instinctively tackles or shields receiver from harm's way.   potentially romantic prompts.

SHE IS ALWAYS RUSHING. SHE WAS TOLD THAT WAS HER ISSUE. sometimes it gets the best of her. fighting, she gets too in the heat of battle and focuses too much on the little picture and forgets that they are more than one attacker in the room. ironic, she thinks, when it had been him who taught her that and she never seemed to learn her way.  Yelena deals with one of them with ease, super soldiers or not, she is more graceful than all of them, and faster.

but she forgets to check her sides, and someone is in her way with a knife  and once she turns to them, she thinks it’s too late and braces herself for a direct hit. and se releases her widow bite to at least take the guy down with her. BUT THE HIT NEVER CAME. a woosh of wind passes through and the weight of a body on her own and a loud thud as the ground receives her. eyes direct to the side and then upward, to where bucky barnes stared back at her for a brief moment where she forgets she is in battle. “Idiot. you could’ve get hurt.” she mumbles through seeing he had catches the knife (of course he would, he was that fast). 

there is something there in that moment. concern perhaps, worry. knowing he put himself in the line of fire to shield her away. “you could’ve get hurt.” she repeats again, her hands moving to his shoulders, a gentle push, so they would get up. NOW IT WASN’T THE TIME.

[wdova-archive]

@whytwolf​ said:❝  why  are  you  here  ?  ❞         𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    🔪

“do not worry, I’m not here to throw your furniture again.“ a beat. “your neighbor said hi, by the way.“ and perhaps there is a rare cheeky smile for a fleeting moment upon her lips as she lets the silence linger for a moment before her hand unzips the bag she had been carrying and searches for something inside. “I know you have a record player somewhere around this place.“ and she had thought about using it as a projectile once, because she is all hands on deck and isn’t afraid to get dirty and play dirty when fighting. but somehow, it seemed all too important (she noticed it was alone but taken care of, but never played for a while).

from the bag she pulls a few records. “I believe they are all from the 40s. Like yourself. Someone was throwing them away. So I took them.” What a strange world. people throwing away vestiges of the past and here she was, giving them to someone that perhaps would appreciate it. “I believe even you enjoy music, don’t you?”