#widow responses

[the-blackest-spider]

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@agentjjkelly​ left a message:  She hadn't heard from Natasha in a long while. In fact she'd lost touch with so many while home with the babies. 

[text] What're you up to? It's JJ

A sigh left pursed lips as she eyed the various menus spread across her coffee table, she had half a mind to just go out and find something rather than order in.

"Hm," Natasha blinked and looked at her phone buzzing, "maybe that's Clint saving me from my poor decision making skills..."

It was not, but all the same, Natasha was pleased by the message.

[text:] About to play eeny, meany, miny, moe with take-out menus.

[text:] how goes the Mom Life?

[the-blackest-spider]

𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 — send 😪 to find my muse struggling with sleep deprivation due to nightmares keeping them awake. Accepting | Mutuals Only

@survivortm​ left a message:  😪

Sleep was almost a treat for Natasha, one she denied herself for as long as possible. Her mind was freer in sleep, less controllable and all the things she didn't want to think about could do pretty much as they pleased. Memories real or planted, fears, and bitter truths. All reasons she seemed to always remain just on the edge, the fringes of those around her, though she of course didn't try to draw attention to her habits, and didn't completely separate herself by speaking up when she had something to say, and being a team player when situations called for it.

Luckily the usual Stark Tower inhabitants were not nightly wanders, which left the private floors high above the city that the Avengers called home free for her roaming needs. Her excuse if one of her comrades happened upon her was security patrol, which really wasn't a necessary thing and so far, since they had all come to dwell under one roof, she hadn't had to use that cover yet.

But there was a first time for everything.

Everyone has limits, and Natasha Romanoff, despite her physical alterations, was not immune to that fact. Her limit for lack of sleep was about a week, five to seven days, and then it became a war of wills between herself and her body. Tonight she was struggling, which had led her to the kitchen, and a bottle of vodka she had tucked away there. Not bothering with a glass, she tipped the bottle back and let the clear, burning liquid go down her throat, the furthest thing from her mind being one of their temporary guests finding her out of everyone presently at the Tower.

[the-blackest-spider]

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS

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@paramounticebound left a message: [ TWENTY-ONE ]  sender thought receiver died so they set out to get revenge.  receiver shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far.   (( literally a part of your plot idea whoops ))

❝  just give the word and i will kill every one of them.  ❞

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

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@paramounticebound left a message: “These past months have been a torment.”

(I'm gonna combine these because they all work super well together especially for the marvel plot we talked about, hope that's okay :3 and it can be counted for a starter too for that.)

It felt like she was at the end of a very odd game of cat and mouse. She had watched a man, with dark hair following Clint around as much as she was, and who he was? She had no clue, and yet something about him itched at the back of her mind, but she couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't bring herself to confront him, not yet anyways, not until she figured out why he was following her friend around, so she began to follow him more than she was Clint, keeping a distance until the opportune moment came.

It came one spring evening, as she caught him getting too close to her friend, closer than she wanted him to be and dangerously so.

"I'm flattered, well, actually no I'm not… why would I want you or anyone to kill my friend, someone I care about?" She stood in this mystery man's way, he would have to get through her to get Clint and that wasn't going to happen, Natasha didn't care what it took.

He talks like he knows me. Like he missed me? Who the hell are you?

Still, the more she looked at the man, the more she felt like she was supposed to know who he was. Maybe, she realized, she ought to just take the obvious route and ask.

"Who are you?"

She studied him with her eyes, still sharp as ever, but dull where light should reside, he seemed to be seeking revenge or punishment towards Clint, and Natasha could only think of one reason for that, what happened on Vormir, and that wasn't anything Clint should be blamed for if anyone should be, well it was herself.

"Whatever it will take to get you to leave him alone, I'll do it. But… he's suffered enough, I've seen it…" and she wished that Clint wasn't, she had heard him talk to her, speaking to the memorial plaque that bore witness to things that had happened, and it made her ache, made her want to reveal to him she wasn't dead, not anymore, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, worried that it wouldn't last and she didn't want anyone to experience such pain due to her again, letting them mourn her once was enough, "please."

[the-blackest-spider]

𝓓𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 －send 🛡️ for a starter where my muse defends yours.

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@survivortm​ left a message:  🛡️

"I have a nickname for you now," Natasha snorted, both amused and highly serious considering the situation, "Trouble, with a capital T."

It fits him, it really truly does.

She knew his actions were going to come back to bite him, and frankly her too, but she hadn't expected it to happen this fast, and she wonders if Leon is of the same mind.

The Tracksuit Mafia while their name and fashion choice inspired amusement were no joke. However, she's a little disappointed Fisk was sending his grunts out, though she isn't the target and perhaps he doesn't see Leon as that much of a threat, or this is some kind of test or trick. Really it was hard to say.

"I'll keep them busy, you need to get out of here," because she's not going to let Fisk get whatever he's after where Leon is concerned and instead, she'd be the foil to the plan.

Not waiting for a response either way from the man in question, Natasha sought the defensive against the tracksuit clad men, easily dispatching two of them before they could really react.

"You guys take your name a little too litterally..." still, she has to give them points for the dedication.

[the-blackest-spider]

prompts that make you go 👀

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@traumamade left a message: [ PERSEVERE ] : sender, having received a particularly bad wound, tells receiver they're fine, but ends up collapsing later on.

"Dammit, Leon." Natasha cursed, her quick reflexes allowing her to catch the man before he went down, but even with her enhancements, a body was still awkward and bulky to hold like this. She had to ease him down, and she managed to do so slowly while muttering various things in Russian under her breath.

Next time I'm listening to my gut feeling. Yes, I trust you, but not when it comes to yourself.

"Tasha whats goin' on that's a lot of Russian I'm hearin."

"Remember how Leon got hit?" She talked while she worked, slicing his shirt off him with expert precision and examining the wound in his side.

"Worse then he was letting on?" Clint's frown could be heard in his voice, and Natasha's lack of answer only confirmed it. "I'll get us back ASAP. Hang on."

Over and over Natasha had to remind herself that while the wound was bad, it was not something he could die from, he just needed proper care and at least a bag of blood. But with everything they had been through already, her heart was still hammering wildly in her chest as she did what she could with what was available to staunch the bleeding.

"Don't you dare even think about dying on me, Leon Kennedy," she smoothed his hair back from his face, noting the beads of sweat on his skin, "please don't do this to me ever again." If he could hear her, Natasha knew he wouldn't make any promises, just as she wouldn't.

Once the wound was packed, and the bleeding under control, the redhead cleaned off her hands and looked down at the unconscious man for a moment before leaning over him, pressing her lips to his forehead, and whispering three words in Russian, "Я тебя люблю (I love you)."

[the-blackest-spider]

Our muses are in an elevator together when suddenly it shakes, stops abruptly, and the power begins to flicker. Send me “13th Floor” for a starter.

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@traumamade​ left a message:  “13th Floor”

The last thing Natasha expected was this. The whole situation instantly put her on edge, caution filling every motion she made. It made no sense for the elevator to do this, not here. Granted it was an old SHIELD bunker, but she knew Fury kept things up to date, the latest technology and all of that, but here they were, stuck, she and Leon.

"Hm." She eyed the glowing numbers, noting they were stuck between floors it seemed, but the glowing numbers faded with a fizzle, drown the small space with darkness, which wasn't a problem for the Widow herself, but Leon was not enhanced, at least as far as she knew and could tell.

'Of course, no signal," she sighed and put her cell phone back into her pocket, turning to eye the doors wondering if it would be a good idea to pry them open or, use the maintenance hatch above them to get out, her eyes shifted to Leon.

"We can probably get out of here, or should we wait?" Unless something unforeseen and bad happened, Natasha imagined someone would come looking for them sooner or later.

[the-blackest-spider]

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@guiltburdened​ left a message:  "I'm really okay with being alone with you forever. Without kids. We would have to build soundproof walls, and secret dungeons somewhere in our house, to continue to act as depraved as we are, and continue to be parents for eighteen years."  (bucky)

"I like the idea of forever," and really, in a way that's what they would have to some degree.

You come off with the most absurd random...

Still, Natasha smiled, and it was that genuine one so rarely seen and only to the privileged few. It grew wider and a chuckle breathed out of her, the sound swirling in the air like smoke if smoke had a sound.

"Kinky." It had to be said, she couldn't let such an opportunity pass her by.

Her mirth soon gave way to curiosity, green eyes narrowing slightly, "we'd have to adopt, which could lessen the eighteen years," her head tilted slightly, "what brought this to your mind, мой дорогой (my dear)?"

[the-blackest-spider]

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS 

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@khakerskayavdova​  left a message: [ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver.

The sound echoed over and over in Natasha's head. The younger widow could be quicker, or at least in this moment as Natasha felt herself flying forward, working to not fall, to turn and catch herself, everything moving slowly.

Bang. Bang. BANG!

Red. It's all the elder widow sees. Blood and anger, the latter boiling and becoming white hot.

No. NO!

They had to get out of there, fuck the mission. But before that, Natasha is absolutely lethal. Guns just seem to appear in her hand, shots fire with point blank precision. Kill shots. But not the instant kind, oh no. She wants them to suffer for this. She wants them to feel absolute utter agony as they beg to die and do so slowly.

"Ты идиот! Почему ты последовал за мной! (You idiot! Why did you follow me!)" The words were spat in emotion filled Russian as she hauled the younger woman up carefully.

"Не смей умирать. Это не позволено, младшей сестре. Понять? (Don't you dare die. It is not allowed, little sister. Understand?)" Truthfully Natasha doesn't know if it was a fatal shot or not, or if it will become if she doesn't hurry. She's hoping she's being overly dramatic and it's nothing, something a few days' worth of rest and healing and dissolvable stitches will take care of.

Somewhere safe. A hospital was out of the question. She needed space and supplies to work.

"Hang on, I'll get you fixed up." SHIELD has old bunkers everywhere and luckily Natasha knows most of their locations, so she heads to one now, moving swiftly until she comes to the hidden door with the equally hidden access panel and breathes when her old code still works.

In seconds she's got Faina placed as comfortably as possible and grabbing every bit of first aid material she can find.

"Where were you hit?" Those dull green eyes are sharp and focused, and she's steady, she has to be, she has to be calm for her sister. After she was okay, after Natasha took care of the wound, then maybe she'd allow herself to feel beyond the numbness of the autopilot kicked into gear for situations like these.