Mama said Fulfill the prophecy Be something greater Go make a legacy Manifest destiny Back in the days We wanted everything, wanted everything Mama said Burn your biographies Rewrite your history Light up your wildest dreams Museum victories, everyday We wanted everything, wanted everything
“the same cop stopped you before?” it would have been nice of gráinne could say that she wasn’t usually so NIT PICKY. it wouldn’t have been the truth, in any regard - but it would have at least been nice. “or are you just presuming? one foul run in does not a misogynist make, i’m afraid. it’s as likely you were in the wrong.”
❛ no presumptions here . he’s done it a few times now . last time he called me dollface and told me I was driving too slow . we were in a school zone . ❜ she rolls her eyes , placing the glass on the bar in front of her . if there was one thing she could never stand it was the patronizing nicknames offered by men . sure she handed out nicknames like business cards , but they were always said with real affection . ❛ this time it was little lady . ❜
never too busy for you, he would say, but won’t say. “busy varies on perspective.” he heads down the hall toward his bedroom to change, instead. jamie’s room is a mess, he ignores it for now, he changes into a clean shirt, and then clean pants, he runs a brush through his hair but the curls become unruly immediately. it’ll do. he notices his smell- it’s not awful but it’s still a jamie-like smell that isn’t awful but is not pleasant either. he decides to go with it anyway, and returns to find her. he notices his head hurts when he sees her, and when he steps closer t.u.e.s.d.a.y. chimes in with something about the suit needing repairs. “i just- let’s just go?” he sounds exasperated, because he is. “I need to not be- this person-,” he indicates to the apartment, but is referring to the A.I. he treats like a friend, the suit, etc. “for- ten minutes? deal?”
she’s always been more patient than most , at least when it came to her loved ones . even more so when it came to him . she’s been alone in the house plenty of times , waiting for him or surprising him . it’s a comforting place , always reminds her of him in a way his childhood home never has . at his return , the smile flickers on her face . ❛ yeah of course , you’ve got yourself a deal . ❜ at first glance she hadn’t noticed the dark circles and head full of disheveled looking curls , but they still don’t come as a surprise . instead she’s more motivated in her attempt to keep him distracted . surely they can both use it . heading towards the door , portia offers a grin . ❛ but only if you’ll drive . ❜
❛ careful , that tray’s still hot . ❜ portia cautions with a smile , shifting to pull another tray out from the oven . the cookies come out golden brown to her satisfaction , and she places them on the oven to cool . as much as she enjoys baking , today it’s a distraction . a reason to keep busy when she wants nothing more than to curl up and shut the world out . she’s good at that ; pretending everything is fine . maybe even one of the best . crossing the room , she returns to place a plate in front of the other . ❛ here , these ones should be cool . ❜ / @ava-bartcn ♡’d for a starter .
“So, does that mean you weren’t driving recklessly?” Wren twisted the toothpick hanging from his lips in a circle, a bit curious as to the type of conversation the story was supposed to lead into, if any at all.
❛ not in the slightest . ❜ if there was one thing she’d grown very cautious with , it was driving . it had taken her years to finally be in the driver’s seat , and while she couldn’t say she was necessarily comfortable with it , it wasn’t something she could avoid forever . portia shrugged , eyes lingering on her glass ❛ but I’ll for sure be calling a cab tonight otherwise I might be . ❜
“oh- i’m sorry about that. just let me move some of this,” he responded, nervous and speaking way too fast he hurried to move his belongings closer to himself. when blake had arrived at the coffee shop, he’d been alone, and he’d taken over a rather large table in order to spread out his work. but as the need for space increased, he relinquished some of his table. “there you go! it’s all yours!”
❛ shit . no , i didn’t mean you had to leave . ❜ she really hadn’t , her words had come out snappy in her exhaustion . she smiled apologetically . ❛ as long as I have a space to sit and take in my first dose of caffeine for the day , i’m content . ❜ portia nodded towards his work , sipping her coffee . ❛ so , anything interesting ? ❜
“were you driving recklessly? i mean, i know a few of our boys and they ain’t ones to discriminate…. probably the only police department that don’t but i can try and talk to them about it if you need me to?”
❛ course not . i’d only backed up a couple feet . ❜ portia paused , letting out a huff of frustration . ❛ but it’s fine , honestly . nothing new , and nothing a few pints can’t fix . ❜
tin man, the dumb, stupid, jamie stark grin formed- he withheld his impulse to reply with dorothy, “T.U.E.S.D.A.Y wouldn’t let me forget.” he admitted, jamie moved, holding the apartment door for her. he had been in sokovia for the weekend and while the notification for their meeting had been on the corner of his screen the entire morning, it took his emotional support digital assistant vocalizing that he would be late for dinner and that it was time for him to head back to paragon. “I didn’t forget-,” saving himself, he hadn’t forgot, jamie was just…busy, “-she just made sure i got back on time enough to answer the door. let me grab a different shirt and we’ll go?”
❛ i believe you . ❜ her smile grew in amusement as she stepped through the doorway into the familiar apartment . gotta love t.u.e.s.d.a.y. and her reminders . girls had to stick together , even artificial ones . ❛ wouldn’t have blamed you if you had though . from what i hear you’ve been pretty busy lately . ❜ they both had really , but she understood his current state . she’d come back in far rougher shape after some missions . portia shook her head softly . ❛ anyways , go ahead . i’ll be here . ❜
Growing up I never wanted that to be a part of my story… People assume it’s a lot easier when you have that name, but if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t want to use it, it’s a lot harder.
❛ so i was pulling out of my parking spot earlier today , and was stopped out of nowhere by a cop . said i was driving recklessly or something . ❜ portia shook her head , taking a sip from her drink . ❛ i’m starting to think he just has a problem with woman . especially ones behind the wheel . ❜
jamie had only just gotten back when the doorbell rang. another not-mission, but the doombots from the other day had left him paranoid and he had spent another day in sokovia. fine. that’s how life went all the time with jamie. he was ironman full time. and that was fine, it was the life he had chosen. but now the doorbell was ringing and he thought he might know why but he had to ask T.U.E.S.D.A.Y what it was about anyway and then immediately felt bad for making portia wait at all as he ran, armor off but still very gross from the day, across the apartment to open the door for his long time friend. his mouth fell into a an apologetic half-smile. “we’re supposed to be getting ramen tonight, right?” that’s what T.U.E.S.D.A.Y had said. ( @wvdows )
she’d been scrolling through her phone when the door opened , a hint of a smile spreading across her features and her phone quickly forgotten . not a single speck has changed ———- at least , in her mind . sure they’d both grown , now in their late twenties . yet , there was the nostalgic feeling that the other’s presence always brought , their lifelong friendship always proving a comfort to her . ❛ spot on tin man thought you might’ve forgotten . ❜ she paused , giving the other a sweep of hazel hues from head to toe . ❛ if you want to change i can wait . ❜
“Listen, I can teach you how to fly a plane.” Carol sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “But, I need you to be sure. Like willing to sign a waiver kind of sure.”
❛ oh ? ❜ portia paused , before nodding slowly . she’s done far more dangerous with a signed waver . besides , how hard could flying be ? ❛ yeah , sure . of course . i’ve signed wavers for worse . ❜
( LILY COLLINS, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) — ✧ that looks like PORTIA ROMANOFF they’re the TWENTY-SIX YEAR OLD DAUGHTER of NATASHA ROMANOFF. [ they are also a PUBLIC RELATIONS SPECIALIST at shield and a GYMNASTICS TA at paragon. ] i hear they’re COMPASSIONATE & SOCIABLE, but tend to be GUARDED & CRITICAL. his/her/their/etc file says that his/her/their/etc power/ability is ESPIONAGE, ENHANCED MEMORY. { daisy, est, 19, she/her } - jamie stark’s “ friends to lovers”, ava barton's "pseudo younger sibling"
𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓲
tw. child loss, death
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 …
𝐎𝐍𝐄. She’s five years old and begging her mother for ballet lessons. The other girls at school get to, but she, who wants to more than anything, cannot. Gymnastics is offered instead after she begs and begs, and she agrees with a begrudging nod.
𝐓𝐖𝐎. She’s fifteen and a boy at school asks her out. She’s excited about it, gets all done up and laughs with her friends while they help her get ready. It’s just a movie; but it’s her first date and she cannot help her happiness. As happy as she is, he’s not the boy she likes. But she tries, and ends up dating him through the end of highschool. They go to prom together and she’s content.
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. She’s been out of highschool for a few months when their relationship takes a turn for the worse. They’d never talked about their future, an when they do things don’t align. They’d split up only a few weeks when she started feeling sick. Things don’t add up right to her, and when she does the math she bursts into tears. The test is bought, and a positive is her response. She doesn’t tell her ex, doesn’t want to tell him. He wouldn’t want a child, wouldn’t want the responsibility it carried. So she dissapears right before she starts showing at her fourth month, going off on a ‘vacation’. She says she’s travelling, wanting some ‘world knowledge’ of her own. And she does for a few months. But by the time she’s six months pregnant, she decides to take a break.
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. She moves to london, does some work for shield where she can. She’s on her way to meet some friends for lunch when her car is hit. She’s rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery, and things seem to be okay. But her baby is weak, and placed in the NICU. He wasn’t ready to come out, and they tell her he’s got a rough road ahead, that they aren’t sure he’ll survive the night. She gets to hold him for only a few minutes before he’s taken away, and she’s brought back to her hospital bed and sedated went she doesn’t calm down, threatening the nurses and demanding to see her son. When she wakes the next day, she knows before the words even come out.
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. She returns to paragon shortly after, speaking nothing of what happened. She’s more guarded than before, her eyes not as bright. But over time, she learns to heal. She goes to support groups, finds therapists to help her. She joins shield once more, diving into her work and quickly rising up the ranks. She goes back and works as a gymnastics ta to help others, and takes her place among the avengers just like her mother.
tldr. so portia is natasha’s adopted daughter, and would have been raised alongside the other avengers kiddos. all in all , she’s a big softie, she likes to think she’s witty from time to time and is dying to give a nickname for everyone she meets , honestly ! she’s pretty guarded though and will only show her true colors with people she trusts. she’s a big supporter of people following their dreams, and like works really hard to protect that. she’s works public relations for shield (among other things), is a gymnastics ta, as well as acting as a hero. she’s a damn good baker, and loves making treats.
more is definitely to come, this is just her background tbh.
𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 …
her high school boyfriend whom she was with for a few years, went to prom with etc. they broke up because they wanted different things or something. ( the info is all through the bio, but he wouldn’t know she was ever pregnant )
someone who knew about her pregnancy, and was there with her when she buried her son.
