#widowbit

[hawkpoint]

@widowbit​ asked:" don't go. please? just... we can share the bed. i just don't want to be alone right now, if you don't mind... "            grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

ALARM  BELLS  TELL  HIM  TO  DON’T  ACCEPT  THAT.  sometimes  he  and  natasha  tread  a  fine  line  between  friendship  and  something  more  and  lately,  he  is  having  trouble  distinguish  between  the  two.  they  are  adults  though.  being  in  one  bed  together  shouldn’t  be  a  problem.  they  had  to  share  one  before,  during  missions,  when  they  had  to  pretend.  but  he  is  already  a  goner  the  moment  natasha  pleads  and  asks  such  a  simply  request  (  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  alone  either  ).  so  he  reaches  over,  a  hand  brushing  red  locks  away  from  her  features  before  thumb  gives  her  chin  a  gentle  brush.  “i’m  not  leaving,  ‘tasha.  never.  not  until  you  grow  tired  of  me.”  clint  points  out  and  moves  toward  the  bed,  they  can  lay  there,  face  to  face  for  hours.  he  misses  her,  but  having  her  there  is  enough.

[deathspeaking]

                all       of        this         was        new       to       maura.       working      with      the       living,       being        under       high      intensity       pressure      .    .     .       but,      people      believed      in      her.     it      made       it        difficult      not        to        believe      in       herself      as      well.       phil      had      made     it       clear      that      it         was      time       for      one      of       her       first     patients.      black     widow     herself.        natasha        romanoff.        god,         she      already       felt      way        out      of        her       league.        thank       goodness       her      social      skills       had       improved      over       the        years.

         ‘       it’s     a    pleasure      to      meet      you.     i’m      maura.      that     looks       like       a        pretty      nasty      cut       on       your       forehead?     may      i        take      a       look?     ‘        she’d       been      reading       natasha’s      file      for        the        past       hour,       learning        about      her,      making      sure       she          didn’t       have        any         allergies,       etc.        she       was       very       interested        in      getting        to       know        her         first       proper          patient         better. 

@widowbit​.

[bnnrs]

" you know just because you turn into the big green guy, doesn't mean you're a monster. " <3

"that sounds just like, something , someone might say if they wanted something from me . . . you don't want something from me do you ?"

[deathspeaking]

🎉

                           new     year’s    eve    kisses    for    maura!

every    so   often,    maura    reminds    herself    that   her   job   is   not   the   only   thing   that    matters   in    the    world.    is   patching   up   the   avengers’   wounds   a   worthy   cause?   of   course   it   is.   however,   that   doesn’t    mean   it   has   to   be   the   only   thing   she   lives   for.    tonight   is   new   year’s   eve.   this   is   the   first   year   she’s   spending   it   away   from   boston,   away   from   her   friends   that   have   become   like   family.   everything   is   different   now.    everything   changed   the   moment   that   jane   took   that   job   in   washington,   but   she’ll   never   voice   that   out   loud.    now,   as   maura   stands   off   in   the   corner   of   SHIELD   headquarters   with   a  shooter   of   champagne    and   a   sparkly   dress,   she   scans   the   room.   everyone   seems   relaxed  ...   for   once.   it’s   nice   to   see.   even   nat   is   laughing   at   a   joke   that   tony   had   made.   rare,   but   not   impossible.   like   something   out   of   a   movie,   their   eyes   meet   and   her   body   temperature   rises.   her   hands   clam   up   so   much   that   she   nearly   drops   her   champagne.   but,   she   keeps   her   cool   as   she   sees   natasha   sauntering   towards   her.  faintly,   as   though   it’s   coming   from   miles   away,  she   can   hear   everyone   begin   to   count  down.   ten....    nine....   eight.... natasha   is  getting   closer   and   something   in   the   room   has   shifted.   seven...   six...   five...   four...   the   widow   is   nearly   standing   in   front   of    her   now   and   maura’s   head   tilts   in    both   curiosity   and   expectancy.    three...   two..     ‘   happy   new   years,   isles,   ‘     she   hears   before   the   redhead   grips   her   waist   and..   one!     their   lips   are   pressing   together.   she   can   hear   clapping   and   shouting   and   everyone    whistling   at   the   pair.   finally,   she’s   sure   they’re   thinking.   you   could   cut   the   tension   between   the   pair   with   a   knife   for   months.    and   now?   maura   supposes   it’s  all   led   to   this.   when   the   doctor   finally   stops   kissing   nat,   her   eyes   open   and   she   smiles.    ‘   it   certainly   seems   like   it   will   be,   ‘   she   says,   her   cheeks   flushed   from   something...   other   than   the   champagne. 

[apizzalegacy]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄.     pout on her lips.    yes she had a curfew (and yes she thought it was stupid) but she still had to follow the rules.   (sometimes).    ❛   you know the answer to that,    and I’m already breaking it.   ❜  a pause and her stomach made a noise.    she was hungry and Chinese food sounded awesome.    she was slowly becoming convinced to stay out even later.    ❛   and you’re not the one who has to deal with CLINT of all people giving you a,    ‘i expect better from you’ speech.’  It’s weird,    it’s Barton.  ❜  

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓                 :                 @widowbit​ 

[apizzalegacy]

☾*✲⋆        ❛ you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜      /    accepting

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑.         two weeks since she had been introduced to clint’s family,    made to feel welcome and she was already slightly (very) protective.       she would do anything for them and once she heard a noise,     she had moved to check on it.       bow and arrow aimed at the mysterious figure,      on target when they spoke.       kate’s eyes widened as she recognised the other.         ❛  you’re black widow. ❜      she lowered the bow.     apologetic smile.     not an intruder.     her mind thinking : clint said this was a safe house,    it wouldn’t really be safe if anyone could find it.      but it was also a farm house,    so kate didn’t really see how it could be THAT SAFE.      ❛ I was practicing and heard a noise and --- sorry.      you’re black widow.    I already said that but ... you’re really cool.   i’m kate.  ❜  

@widowbit 

[notafossil]

   ❝ something like that. ❞ Steve hums, his lips curled upwards as he pulls the door closed behind him. he wraps an arm around her waist, stepping underneath the spray of water as he pulls her against him.  ❝ it’s really important to save water, right? ❞ definitely not the only reason he’s in here, but that doesn’t need to be said. ducking his head, he presses a soft kiss to her lips, letting it linger as he steps further under the spray.

@widowbit​ ctd. from { X }

[sunpathos]

@widowbit​​    asked    ❝  when    you    lose    enough    people,    you    learn    to    just…    move    on.  ❞ from    natasha    to    wanda.    /    some    meme    i    cannot   find.

𝗒𝗈𝗎    𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾    𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋    𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽    𝗎𝗉,    𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀    𝖺𝗍    𝗁𝖾𝗋    𝖺    𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾    𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒.    you    did    not    expect    those    words    from    her.    you    look    up    to    her,    she’s...    she’s    everything    you    ever    wanted    to    be.    after    being    radicalized,    you    almost    thought    that    you    were    like    ehr.    that    you    were    doing    some    good    in    the    world,    enough    to    be    recognized.    you    thought    what    you    were    doing    was    right,    it    was    what    you    were    supposed    to    do.    what    you...    knew    to    be    right.    you    know    now    that    while    your    intentions    were    the    correct    ones,    they    had    been    distorted    to    a    point    where    there    was    nothing    more    than    evil,    nothing    more    than    the    search    and    need    for    revenge.    for    evil    doing,    no    matter    what.    you    do    not    want    to    think    about    it    any    longer.    it    is    not    fair,    it’s    not    fair    for    you    or    your    brother.    you    had    done    the    right    thing    back    in    serbia,    done    what    was    needed    from    you.    done    good    and    became    part    of    the    avengers.    but    that    same    decision    had    killed    your    brother.    killed    thousands    more    because    of    your    need    for    revenge.    she    has    done    something    similar    too,    she    was...    she    was    the    black    widow,    with    red    on    her    ledger.    and    now,    she    was    an    avenger.    a    hero.    someone    who    has    saved    the    world.    she    has    saved    the    world,    and    saved    you    too.    and    still,    you    cannot    help    but    ask,    ❝    does    it    ever    get    better?    moving    on?    or    will    it    always    hurt?    ❞