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i reap what i sow.

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JEREMIAH VALESKA.

Jeremiah stared up at the tall statue of the Batman. He wasn’t even sure why he came. Probably because Gordon had the balls to send someone like him an invitation. He thought at first that it was some kind of trap. That it was a way to catch him off guard in order to capture him but it appeared the commissioner was dumber than he expected. This Carnival wasn’t just for show to lure criminals into a false sense of security. It was real and it was buzzing around him. “Huh.” Jeremiah murmured to himself before talking up at Batman like he was really there. “At least he’s doing the unexpected but your boy’s an idiot, Bats. A silly little carnival isn’t going to bring anyone peace.” 

Natasha had shown up mostly out of curiosity. As introverted as she preferred to be, crowds made it easier to blend in, and therefore easier to observe what was happening around you, even when there was so much more to take in. It was impossible to miss the imposing figure of the statue, even amongst the rides and flashy contraptions, it felt like the statue could still tower above everything else. She circled it slowly, looking upon it just as anyone who had actually known or admired the man    before her pace slowed even more, and her head turned, following the direction of the familiar, nearby voice. She arched a brow, continuing to make her way around the base of the statue before stopping a few feet away from him. “I couldn’t help but overhear. You didn’t exactly strike me as the type to talk about peace.”

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MICHAEL FLYNN·.

“And then I said-” Mike stopped talking as a semi familiar female walked up to him, pouring her entire drink on his lap, and walking away. He looked back to the person who he was conversation with and sighed. “ I probably deserved that. pitt I can’t remember why.”

Natasha wasn’t too impressed as she halfheartedly listened in on her newfound acquaintance’s story. She was already losing track of most of it, but that was fine    it didn’t sound like anything to pressing, and, to her, it seemed like he just wanted someone to ramble out loud to. That being said, she was even less impressed at the scene that then played out before her, and she wearily watched as the woman stormed away. It was humorous, and a little pathetic on both ends, but not unfamiliar. Natasha knew few people who hadn’t ever been involved in at least a similar incident. The Avengers and their allies had more relationship drama than any sane group of people needed to witness. She gave a short, humorless laugh    one quite characteristic of herself. “When you put it like that, you make it sound like this is a regular occurrence.”

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° ✧ SUPERHERO SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜ ❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜ ❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜ ❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜ ❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜ ❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜ ❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜ ❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜ ❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜ ❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜ ❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜ ❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜ ❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜ ❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜ ❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜ ❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜  ❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜ ❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜ ❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜ ❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜ ❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜ ❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜ ❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜   ❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜ ❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜ ❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜ ❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜ ❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜ ❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜ ❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜   ❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜ ❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜ ❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜ ❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜ ❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜ ❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜ ❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜ ❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜ ❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜ ❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜ ❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜ ❛ Peace was never an option. ❜ ❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜ ❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜ ❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜ ❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜ ❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜ ❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜ ❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜ ❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜ ❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜ ❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜ ❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜ ❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜ ❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜ ❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜ ❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜ ❛ A hero? Like you? ❜ ❛ Put on the suit. ❜ ❛ Have you got a suit? ❜ ❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜ ❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜ ❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜ ❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜ ❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜ ❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜ ❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜ ❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜ ❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜ ❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜ ❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜ ❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜ ❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜ ❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜

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BARBRA GORDON.

“Translator, uh?” she said, “well if you’re looking for something more permeant I know for a fact that the Gotham Police Department is always looking for interpreters,” especially those of Eastern European or Russian descent - which she guessed was where the woman was originally from. Over the last few decades, Gotham had seen the explosion of Russian and or Eastern European migrants and while most of them worked for the mafia in the city, the rest were some of the nicest people she’d ever meet. “I could give you the number of their requirement agent?” she offered.

“Mhm,” Natasha hummed in response, she then took a sip of her coffee before turning her attention back to the other woman. It really was kind of her to ask. Natasha was accustomed to making up things to get through just anything and everything    even, like now, when it might not even be fully necessary. The woman seemed kind, and she hadn’t expected her to help her out in getting a job that wasn’t even her really her job. But, getting in direct contact with the police department might be beneficial    or both herself and them. “Really?” she replied, staged hopefulness coating her tone. “I’d appreciate that a lot, actually.”

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JEREMIAH VALESKA.

“Huh. Boring.” He told her with a frown. “And here I was hoping the two of us could bond on a few rides.” Jeremiah let out a small laugh and watched as the fight began. He was expecting her to be overwhelmed and taken down rather quickly by her men but it seemed she wasn’t going down very easily at all. She took the occasional hit but nothing that would knock her down. She was strong, and talented. She hit with precision, like she knew what she was doing. Like Ecco did. He watched her carefully until she managed to get every one of his people to the ground. He lifted his hands and started a slow clap for her. “Look at that! I’m very impressed.” He told her. His men put up a fight but it wasn’t nearly enough to beat her. They’d need to learn that failure is unacceptable. They’d have to be punished so they’d fight harder next time. “Oh, I’ll have to keep that in mind then. It seems I need new fighters.” He said, glancing down at his people. A look of disappointment on his face before he glanced back up. “No matter, a deals a deal. You can go through my park to the other side.” She asked who he was and he smiled. At least she wasn’t calling him the Joker. “I’m Jeremiah. And you are?” 

“Most people usually are,” Natasha retorted, mildly impressed with her own work as well. One hand moved to rest on her hip, and the other pushed her hair behind her shoulder before falling to her side. Mildly smug, her gaze swept over her defeated opponents again, and before she looked back to the man. She gave a short, humorless laugh at his reply. “Yes, it does seem that way.” She didn’t really want any part in whatever the hell was going on in this theme park, but their conversation was somewhat amusing to her. “You do seem to have numbers on your side, though.” Though, she did agree that just numbers wouldn’t work on anyone remotely skilled in fighting    she had just proven that. She didn’t even know where all of them had come from. But, if past experience had taught her anything, then Natasha also knew that anyone out there could deem themselves a leader and attract an audience, no matter how unlikely they seemed. That was probably the case here    or maybe, it wasn’t. When he offered his name, she supposed she’d eventually find out the answer to that. Her brow furrowed. “I see,” she hummed, silently waiting another moment before fully answering him. He or his followers didn’t need her name right now, so she replied, “The Black Widow.”

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TONY STARK.

Tony just smiled at her, clearly unperturbed. He knew when she was being serious and when she wasn’t. Or at least he thought he was pretty good at guessing. Maybe. “No, you’re one of a kind,” he agreed, though there was something in his smile that suggested he wasn’t being entirely flippant himself. He hopped up spryly and picked up a metal case, flipping it open to reveal small, discreet weapons that she could hide anywhere on her person. “So some of these explode,” he said. “This one here will basically give someone a concussion. This one reads heat signatures in the room to let you know if anyone is there, even if they’re out of sight.”

The corners of her mouth quirked upright, into a small, ironic smile. Natasha sat upright in her chair as she watched him open the case, and she eyed its contents curiously and quietly as he explained. As much as she and Tony sometimes gave each other a hard time (regarding just about anything), she appreciated his innovative prowess. His technology had certainly made her life easier a time or two, and she knew she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Still, she jests, “Please, you think I need a device to give someone a concussion?” Nevertheless, she reached for one of the miniature devices, turning it back and forth in her hand. “But, cool. Thanks. I’ll definitely give them a try. You know, the next time I go searching the streets of Gotham for my next victim,” she added with a short laugh.

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STEPHEN STRANGE.

The Cloak perked up and waved at Natasha, apparently taking some kind of instant liking to her, before swirling and settling. Interestingly, it didn’t attract much in the way of attention – it seemed that caped persons were quite ordinary here. 

“Oh, the whole gang’s here?” he said, sighing a little. “I’m not entirely sure that Commissioner Gordon needs a sorcerer – I gather the threats tend to be a of less mystical nature. How about we take some time off? I can open up a portal to a nice island in the Pacific.”

Following her as she moved off, he glanced around the city. “Where are all these bad guys I’ve been hearing about?” 

The faintest of smiles took over her expression for a moment at the sight of the cloak, before she continued walking. “Well, he, and everyone else who deemed this place in needing of help    and rightfully so    I’m not even sure if they know what they need yet.” 

She’d seen crime thrive in cities all over the world, but it was strange here. In most other places, she’d seen criminals easily squashed. Even when they were replaced by new ones, in recent history, they never were able to last very long. That was part of what made the situation here so odd to her. 

“Well, an island sounds nice,” she joked, rather dryly, albeit her meaning it. She was beginning to believe that time off was a made up idea. Something new always came up before downtime could make itself a reality. “They’re everywhere,” Natasha replied, before adding, “I suppose that’s the bulk of the problem.”

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° ✧ SUPERHERO SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜ ❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜ ❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜ ❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜ ❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜ ❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜ ❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜ ❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜ ❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜ ❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜ ❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜ ❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜ ❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜ ❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜ ❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜ ❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜  ❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜ ❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜ ❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜ ❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜ ❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜ ❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜ ❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜   ❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜ ❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜ ❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜ ❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜ ❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜ ❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜ ❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜   ❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜ ❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜ ❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜ ❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜ ❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜ ❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜ ❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜ ❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜ ❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜ ❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜ ❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜ ❛ Peace was never an option. ❜ ❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜ ❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜ ❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜ ❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜ ❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜ ❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜ ❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜ ❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜ ❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜ ❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜ ❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜ ❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜ ❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜ ❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜ ❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜ ❛ A hero? Like you? ❜ ❛ Put on the suit. ❜ ❛ Have you got a suit? ❜ ❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜ ❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜ ❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜ ❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜ ❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜ ❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜ ❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜ ❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜ ❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜ ❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜ ❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜ ❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜ ❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜ ❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜

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@starfists too!

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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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@starfists too!

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TIM DRAKE.

This wasn’t something Tim did very often, and he had really no plan on doing it tonight either. but even if he had decided to stop back a bit, he would go on petrols and scann the city. Sometimes he would be hard to just sit back and not doing anything, due to his sense of right and wrong. However, Tim had also always been a stubborn person, so if he decided something; he never really let it go unless it was truly needed. He had in fact followed the guy, but had not at all planned on taking him. He rolled his eyes behind his mask, she seemed to think she was doing him a favour. “If you give him to me, I’m not handing him in so…” Tim looked at the man she had taken and just added “I don’t care” 

Natasha stood with crossed arms, glancing between the body of the criminal on the floor and the man she had encountered moments prior. Her face was fixed into a look of slight disapproval and confusion, his explanation a little incoherent to her. “What?” she asked, brow arching. What was his point, then? They had gone after each other and this guy for nothing, apparently. “Where else are you going to take him, then? To deal with him yourself?” Natasha challenged, though perhaps not rightfully so. ‘Turning someone in’ was usually her own personal code for dealing with someone on her own. At his rebuttal, though, she paused, eyes narrowing. “What? All this and now you don’t care what happens? That doesn’t make much sense.”

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BARBARA GORDON.

“Uh, never thought of that,” she smiled, “smart.” (Might regret it) she thought to herself - she’d never say that out loud though, it wasn’t for her to burst the stranger’s bubble. Her ears picked up at the word job, “what do you do?” she asked. Barbra still had the feeling she was being lied to, but hey if the woman was going fabric a story - she might as well have some fun and go there. 

“It may not be the wisest decision,” Natasha chimed in, getting the other woman’s response clearly, even if she hadn’t actually said much of what she meant. “But…it’s only temporary. There are worst places to be.” Truthfully, since Natasha had seen a lot of places——enough of them being bad ones, while the crime in Gotham could be jarring, the state of the city didn’t especially phase her. “I’m a translator, interpreter. That kind of thing. Freelance mostly, but sometimes I get opportunities that come with some semblance of permanency.”

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TONY STARK.

“Well, I have so much information in my brain, some leaks out,” Tony said, with a brief grin, tapping his temple as if indicating the source of the leak. He snorted softly as she spoke, shaking his head. “Warm and kindhearted, I wonder what that’s like,” he said, his lips twitching into a smirk. He shrugged and sat down across from her. “I have a few new gadgets and gizmos I thought you might want to test out.”

Natasha’s brow raised as she took another sip of her coffee. “Seems like a lot more than just some,” replied flippantly, but lightheartedly. She put the mug down and sat back in her chair, hands dropping into her lap. “I know. We can’t all be as good-natured as myself,” she jested, and then gave a short laugh at her own quip. “Huh. I see, sure.” She gave a small, artful smile. “What have you come up with?” she asked, genuinely curious.

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WANDA MAXIMOFF.

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘. she admired natasha, looked up to her. a strong woman living in a world that mostly determined that men would get the recognition. wanda had moments where she envisioned if she were a child again, she would want to be like her. but fantasy was not always reality. a grim reminder and understanding of her own mind. “i suppose i was asking in case someone else was sitting next to you,” she finally said, albeit a bit late as she moved to sit next to the widow. “it is good to see you, i’ve missed when we all could be together - but like it is now, it always came with a problem.” she sighed, glancing around them. “and you? are you well?”

“No,” she replied plainly, “That seat is all yours.” Her coolness was not meant to come off as personal    Natasha had no real qualms with Wanda, of course, and didn’t really mind her company now. As covert as she tried to keep her life, she also knew that she was acquainted with far too many people for that to ever really be the case. A ghost of a smile passed over her face as she listens quietly, humming in agreement. It probably would be nice for all of them to just be normal friends, once in awhile (though, not too often, she thought, humoring herself), Natasha wondered if the likes of the Avengers could actually tolerate each other in any other. Her brow arched. “It always does, doesn’t it? The world can’t keep any of us apart too long,” she said, tone light. “That’s good to hear, though. And...I myself am fine. Not much is new on my end.”

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JEREMIAH VALESKA.

“Are you sure? We do have a ferris wheel and a merry-go-round in working condition. Which to me sounds like a pretty good time.” He said with a chuckle before watching as his people began walking towards her. She was lucky, he thought, that Ecco wasn’t with him. She was the best fighter he had. He took a few more paces back, not wanting to be in the splash zone when someone started spraying blood. After all, he just got this suit cleaned. “You heard what she said, boys and girls.” Jeremiah announced before one of his more eager people went to hit her with his lead pipe. Another readied themselves, preparing for a fight and a third moved in as quick as he could with a punch. They weren’t the best fighters, but quantity over quality. He supposed. 

She blinked, disinterested, and then deadpanned, “Yes, I’m sure.” Natasha glanced around at the group of them, before charging up the stingers on her wrist. She blocked the pole as the first fighter charged towards her, but that was only one dodge, and there were still several of them to go. Some went down easier than others, but it took quite some time for numbers to be on her side. It took more time than she would have liked, and she took more blows than what was ideal, but it was, of course, nearly impossible to watch all of her surroundings at the same time. The last two standing took a little more effort, but she was eventually able to disarm them after shocking both of them with her Widow’s Bites, and pushing one of them to the ground. She stared down at them and at their leader, afterwards, catching her breath and waiting to see if anyone wanted to try again. “Don’t worry. I’m always available for hire,” she replied, tone empty, but light. She didn’t actually have any interest in doing business with them. “Who are you?”

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

[widvw]

JEREMIAH VALESKA·.

He had about nine of Jerome’s Followers with him now. while the rest were out elsewhere. Crowded around the two of them, some carrying lead pipes and bats. Crude weapons you can find just laying around. They were never the smartest bunch or the most talented. They did previously worship his Twin Brother of all people, but there was safety in numbers and he didn’t mind inheriting them all that much. “Well, that’s no fun. Is it?” He said, raising his voice so his followers would hear and mumble in agreement. “How about a deal. “I’ll let you go through my park. Even let you on a couple rides… But only if you beat my followers.” He said, stepping back and ushering them in front of him. 

She glanced around at the others, looking back at them, disinterested, as they regarded her silently, before her gaze moved back to their apparent leader. “Rides?” she echoed, brow arching. “That won’t be necessary,” she deadpanned, and then her lips pressed thin into an unimpressed line. Natasha waited for him to continue his spiel, arms folding in front of her as she silently mulled over his proposition. “I don’t want to hurt you guys,” she replied, tone relatively light    just becase she didn’t want to didn’t mean she didn’t have a problem with doing so either. It wasn’t ideal, and he and the lot of them had already inconvenienced her enough    if they wanted to fight, then she hoped they could at least get it over and done with. They hadn’t really tried to hurt her yet, so Natasha considered that there was potentially nothing to even think of worrying about. “Sure, whatever. The faster the better.”

[tcssathompson]

Adria Arjona being unfairly pretty as Five in 6 Underground