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|| part 3 cause i cant write anything but this : D ⠀ ⠀ 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 {3 months later} ⠀ “Target locked,” Clint muttered into his comms. His eyes were unmoving as he looked at his target from where he was crouched on a nearby rooftop. He didn’t always just hunt down vampires despite it being one of his titles. He’s an assassin, archer, SHIELD Agent. The man he was sent to kill ran an illegal drug trafficking ring in Budapest. He was still continuing his ‘search’ for the infamous Black Widow but at the same time he was being assigned small missions in between. To keep him occupied. ⠀ “Hawkeye, you have permission to terminate,” Coulson's voice sounded in the comms. “Rendezvous back at the hotel when you’re finished.” With that Clint let an arrow fly. A second later it imbedded itself into the man’s head, screams erupting from his peers. Maybe he should have waited till he was alone, instead of shooting him at the gala he was hosting… nah. Clint snorted and stood up, pulling his quiver onto his back and shooting another arrow into a building far from where he shot his target. The arrow had an attached wire and Clint used it to zipline down till he reached the end and dropped down in an empty alley. ⠀ 10 minutes later he stumbled into his hotel room. Immediately he was on alert. Something wasn’t right. Carefully and quietly he knocked an arrow as he slowly took a few steps in. Ragged breathing could be heard from the bathroom. “Clint,” Natalia whimpered inside. She knew he was here without having to look or hear him. She could smell his scent from a mile away. “Nat?” Clint dropped his bow and quickly opened the bathroom door, finding Natalia laying in a pool of her own blood in the bathtub. She was special. Oh so special. She was alive. Different from the other blood sucking monsters. “Nat!” Clint gasped, rushing to her side, dropping onto his knees. “What the hell happened?” ⠀ “Fucking bastards,” Natalia hissed, her Russian accent thick as it’s always been. “I froze. I fucking froze and they shot the fuck out of me. Fuck,” She hissed again. ⠀ ⠀ {cic}
|| enjoy :,) idk what im writing any more lmao let me say: i know little about vampires so if things are wrong its cause i made shit up ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓 pt2 ⠀⠀ ⠀————————⧗———————— ⠀ Natalia watched from the rooftop of a building a couple blocks away, staying there until she saw Clint look up and wink in her direction. With that she finally disappeared. It was still early in the night so Natalia blended in with the crowd in the city. She wasn’t lying when she said she had some things to take care of. Some unfinished business. ⠀ Whilst walking she pulled out a slip of paper with an address on it. She looked up and read the signs before nodding inwardly and taking a sharp left. It was another alleyway that looked completely empty but she knew better, finding an escape hatch under a dumpster. Quickly she climbed inside and covered the hole with the dumpster, pro of being a vampire, enhanced strength. ⠀ She navigated the underground tunnels quite easily, following the sounds of obnoxious laughter that echoed through. Finally she reached the end, a large metal door with a complex lock. Not at all complex to her though as she easily entered the specific coding and forced the pipe that was the handle to the door open. Everyone in the room went quiet as the metal door creaked open. As soon as they caught sight of who opened it their faces went white as a sheet, a couple of men passing out immediately. ⠀ Her name was Natalia Alianovna Romanova, also known as the infamous Black Widow, number 1 most dangerous assassin in the world. Every crime organization knew her codename and wouldn’t dare get on her bad side. She was a child’s scary story told in Russia to get children to go to bed. No one dared cross her, including the men in front of her. They all used to be her superiors before she broke out of her mind wipes and went rogue. Her superiors had went into hiding when they realized the Black Widow was after them. They managed to stay in hiding for at least 2 years before she found them. Just now. She was surprised they could hide from her for so long, looks like they knew what they were teaching her. ⠀ ⠀ {cic} ⠀ ⠀
|| clintasha vampire au i wrote back in january 🤧 enjoy; lets hope i keep it going; ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⠀⠀ ⠀————————⧗———————— ⠀ Everything always seemed to happen in Budapest. They first met in Budapest, fought together in Budapest, first made love in Budapest and even told each other their deepest darkest secrets in the city. Though she had to say, she wasn’t expecting to meet him again with an arrow pointed to her chest. ⠀ Natalia looked at him confused and hurt. “You knew this was going to happen, Nat. You know what I do for a living and you know what I have to do,” Clint told her sadly. ⠀ She knew so she nodded and looked past him. She was prepared for this, always had been prepared for death. She was the vampire and him the slayer, of course this was bound to happen. Everything happened in Budapest she thought to herself, even death. ⠀ “But you should also know I don’t want to and I never will,” Clint added and lowered the bow and arrow. ⠀ Natalia looked at him shocked, “What? What are you doing?” Her voice low and husky with a thick Russian accent. ⠀ “I want to make a different call. Come and work for SHIELD with me,” Clint suggested hopefully. ⠀ She shook her head, “No Clint. I can’t. They would never let me join. They’ll shoot me on sight, you know this.” ⠀ “They’ll have to let you join Nat. Once they know you aren’t bad like the others. Please Nat. If- If they don’t let you and are forced to kill you, I’ll do it. I’ll make sure you get a peaceful death like you always wanted,” He said quickly, tears actually forming in his eyes just mentioning killing his one and only. ⠀ ⠀ {cic} ⠀
|| wrote last minute;; ehh ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 ⠀⠀⠀——————★—————— ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 # 𝟏 ⠀⠀"Wake up," Natasha whispered, nudging the super soldier who was sleeping peacefully. He grumbled and tried to hide deeper under the covers. With a soft chuckle Natasha pulled the covers down again and leaned up to kiss him softly on the cheek, "Wake up Rogers. I have things planned and I can't have you sleeping in on them." ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀Steve opened one eye. "Only if I get a proper kiss," He mumbled. "And you'll get up for me?" Nat asked, laying on top of him with a tilt head. "When have I ever go back on my words?" He raised a brow. "I guess that's true," She said before leaning down and giving him a proper kiss on the lips. When she pulled away he followed, not wanting her to pull away. She chuckled with a smirk, "Come on Rogers. I made breakfast." ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀"You made breakfast?" He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. His hair the perfect definition of bed head. "Then no thank you. I remember the last time I ate your food." She scoffed and threw a shirt at him, cause... well his chest was /very/ distracting. "It wasn't that bad! You said it wasn't that bad!" Steve chuckled and pulled on his shirt, shaking his head, "It wasn't that bad yes. If you look over the burnt parts. And the sound of firefighters putting out the fire in the kitchen." ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀Nat sighed and Steve stood up and walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I promise I did a good job today." She looked up at him pouting. And if that wasn't something Steve loved and hated seeing. Just one more thing to add on the list of why he loved this woman so much. "Don't you pout with me," He said slightly sternly, his finger running over her bottom lip. She kissed his finger. "Then eat the food I made you.." ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ [cic]
⠀⠀ || Doing this yet again because most mains are inactive. Don't comment if you're not going to interact with me. Not auto-tagging this time :,) srry ⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ——————————————————— ⠀⠀ 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 {TL}: Friends ⠀⠀ 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 {TR}: Family ⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 {M}: Love interest (only Steve, Bucky & Clint) ⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 {BR}: Enemies ⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 {BL}: Other... ⠀⠀ ——————————————————— mains aren't really important. if you wanna rp with me, simply dm me. we'll figure out a plot and then I'll post something. you have to comment how you're connected to Nat first though. . if you're a steve or bucky, who roleplay literate and are okay with having nat as a love interest, don't hesitate to dm me about having nat as said love interest.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ @avengersarcher ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀——————⧗—————— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [sometime after age of ultron] ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Mama, I cant tie my shoes!" Natasha turned her head and walked up to her daughter. "How many times do we have to go through this," The redhead chuckled. She crouched down and took hold of the girls laces, tying them while explaining yet again carefully how to do it. They were currently back at the farmhouse. After everything that happened with Ultron Natasha suddenly didn't feel comfortable staying here. It always happened after something major happened. She couldn't help it. They'd be staying at Lauras place for a bit while she-- while she started to feel safe again. She could still feel Wandas magic in her mind and she couldn't trust herself with the kids, as much as it hurt her. Maybe if there was another adult around. Watching the kids. She might feel better. Better knowing if something happened to her there'd be someone else besides Clint to take care of their children. "There we go. Now go grab your bag, we're leaving soon." The little girl giggled and ran off while Natasha sat down on a chair with a heavy sigh, running a hand over her face.
winterwidow # 2
Haven't been able to write lately so here some winterwidow :,) . . looking for ACTIVE and LITERATE buckys 👀 who either are fine having another nat as a love interest or dont have a nat 👀 either is fine
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀——————⧗—————— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ She sat in the snow, her red curls blowing and whipping past her tear stained face. She hadn't done anything particularly wrong. Just a small slip up. Went to first position instead of going into fourth. Something as simple as that she was tossed out. This was her punishment. Red Room was strict and they wouldn't tolerate anyone messing up, no matter how small the mess up is. Natalia was six now, having been at Red Room now for a total of 8 months. This isn't the first time she'd been tossed out and she's glad she got this as a form of punishment compared to the whippings down in the basements. Here she had the space and freedom to think, to improve herself on her own, while if she was being whipped her temper would constantly rise. She was a stubborn child and she'd fight with violence back. She sniffled as she looked down at her soaked boots, the cold snow freezing her feet. She couldn't care. She liked the cold. It gave her the shock, the boost she needed to stand up, stumbling softly since her toes were numb. Snow started pouring harder till she couldn't see anything in front of her, not even the soft green gleam of light as she continued walking. Pulling her thin cloak around her, the only thing really helping her from the cold, she looked up. The snow faded and in front of her stood a man. He had black slicked back hair and a beautiful piece of armor on him. Colors green and black with a touch of gold. He also had a long cape that barely touched the ground behind him, blowing softly with the cool breeze. "
i promise
for real for real this time
it looked off sorry. need this
|| I will get to 89 sooner or later uGh. Here's something I wrote around Jan. (What I believe I wrote since it was in my notes). ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ——————⧗—————— ⠀ ⠀ Why am I the only one who remembers? ⠀ "Where is he?!" Natalia demanded one of the officers that used to guard /his/ cell. "Who?" He answered confused. She looked him straight in the eyes, looking for a lie, anything. He was telling the truth. He was genuinely confused as to who the redhead was talking about. This is what frustrated her to no end. She leaves the base for one night and comes back to hearing that the person who helped in a major part of her training actually never existed. She's talked to her superiors, guards, other students. All of them had no idea what she was going on about. Her brows furrowed an she took an unsteady step back. How could this be? How do they not know? For 5 years she's trained with him. Or did she? She shook her head, of course she did. She remembered those years as if they were just yesterday. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The guard also took a step away from her before muttering a few things into his radio. Natalia was so deep into her thoughts to notice. She snapped out of it though when a few minutes later a dozen guards and Master Ivan came marching down the hallway. "Natalia!" Ivan said sharply. Her head snapped up to look at him and she rushed over quickly, fast enough to startle the guards and have them pulling out their guns. Her hands went to grip his shoulders as she looked him in the eyes. "Master Ivan, please, what is going on? Where is James? Why is no one remembering? He was here before I left, what's happened? What's happening? What's happening?" She repeated over and over again in distress. ⠀ Master Ivan looked her back in the eyes. "Natalia, you were in an accident on your last mission. Creating a new reality must have been a side effect, a familiar one. This isn't the first time. I know you know this." She nodded to what he was saying. Yes, this has happened before. She was a ballerina, trained and practice throughout her whole childhood. At least that's what she thought. Different reality. She was married.. she had a child. She's been told that was made up.
|| I'm sorry. This wasn't suppose to happen ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ——————⧗—————— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Goodbye to a hero: ⠀ "Stay with me Natasha please. Keep your eyes open, there you go. Keep them open, baby," Steve spoke softly but hurriedly as he sprinted through the rubble and debris filled road. The quinjet was a few blocks away and Steve wasn't entirely sure he'd make it in time. She was loosing blood fast and while she was able to heal quickly it wasn't quick enough. A wound this size, it would take her 2-3 days to fully recover. Anyone else and they'd be stuck on that medical bed for a week or more. She didn't have two days, she had just a few minutes, seconds. "Steve," She whispered softly, her heavily glazed over eyes looking up at him. Eye lids slowly coming down before opening up again, equally as slow. "No shh, don't speak please Natasha," He looked down, worry was written all over his face. Natasha's hand weakly came up and rubbed at between his eyebrows where they were incredibly furrowed. "Don't worr--," She starting coughing, blood soaked her lips, some trailing down her jaw to her neck. "W-worry about me." She even had the strength to give him a smile. "My ledger-- my ledger is cleared... f-finally... I'm-i'm free... I l-love you," She breathed out. Her last breath. Her eyes looked past him and her arm fell, swinging beside her as he continued to run. He forced himself to a stop when he looked down, only to find her gone. Her eyes were closed and there was a peaceful smile on her face. She looked like an angel. "No-- no- no," Steve mumbled before slowly sinking to his knees. Not caring as rocks and broken glass dug into his knees. He cradled her gently, wiping the strands of curly hair off her forehead, smearing blood in the process. "No please no. Natasha... Nat... Tasha please... you ca--" He let out a sob. The first of many tears slipped from Captain Americas eyes as he stared down at her. He started rocking back forth and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Please... No.... shouldn't be you... shouldn't-- Nat please.. come back to me... please..."
|| Not brutasha :,) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ——————⧗—————— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Negotiating with the Hulk: ⠀ "Hey guys, do you have your reports finished? I have to get them back to base befo--" Natasha paused in her steps once she saw the scene before her. She stood in the door way of the kitchen. Glass littered the floor, the reports she needed all ripped up and everywhere. Clint trailed off his cheering from where he was perched on the refrigerator, Tony was eating a bowl of grapes off to the side, keeping score on his phone. Steve was knocked out on the ground, a large bruise on his face and where a kitchen island once stood was Thors leg in the Hulks grasp. Being tossed about like a rag doll and still Thor managed to grin like a maniac. "Is that the best you got Banner!" Thor yelled before Hulk threw him into the wall. He raised his fist and went to punch Thor repeatedly. "Not Banner!! Hulk!!" Hulk roared. Natasha debated leaving, letting them take care of this, they had everything under control. Eventually she decided to jump in because she'd be lying to think that they had everything taken care of. "Hey big guy," She called out calmly. She wasn't going for the lullaby. Lullaby didn't work now. Knowing once he was able to speak he was too far gone. Hulk turned around and was going to roar again but when she raised a pointed brow he stopped halfway. He looked at her sheepishly. "Hulk smash," He kicked at Thor. "No," She said sternly. Hulk furrowed his brows and looked to Thor before looking back to her. "Smash puny god punier brother," He growled. "I said no," She crossed her arms and looked him in the eyes. He looked down at his fingers, then held up both his hands, "10 more beatings." "No," She repeated. Hulk sighed and looked down at his hands before holding up 6 fingers. "No Hulk." He sighed again and held up 5 fingers. He begged with his eyes. "Only 1," She told him. "5," He grunted. "1." "4." "1." The other teammates looked back and forth between the two. It was a sight to see. Natasha negotiating with a green rage monster. Finally, finally Hulk roared and clenched his fists as he agreed to beat up Thor just once.
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