*Person A Does Something Stupid*

fun fact time for you on this sunday. for some reason, natasha is always cold, and, more often than not, will hide under a blanket when she has the time. that means, for the people she's in a relationship with, she'll cuddle on the couch or in the bed and will find a way to shove her toes under her partner's legs to help keep them warm.

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there's a hum as she acknowledges that she is indeed standing before him. even if there are moments that she cannot believe it herself. "i suppose i should feel honored that you've come to see if i'm still alive. surely you had better things to do?" her voice is flat, lacking the usual sarcasm that would have once been littered with smirks as though she had just won the top prize. "we both know, i've always been far too stubborn for my own good, i wasn't going to be out that easily."

the books painted out a poetic fallacy of a romanticised red thread that connected people and brought them back into each others orbits time and time again.

the reality of the situation wasn't quite as refined; it was a red thread that lashed them together in spite of each other, tying them to a leaden anchor that would probably down them both in the end.

' i was never one for rumours, ' alexei offered after a few long moments, blue eyes raking over the woman a few metres away, ' i wanted to see for myself whether the stories were true or not. '

Give me an assassin and a girl he can’t kill and I’ll ship the hell out of it.

time for captain america brave new world!

there is no competition. respectfully, you could never be me. disrespectfully, i would never want to be you.

open starter for mutuals!

"what's with the face?" her hand gesturing to the expression in question.

open starter for mutuals

leaning against the counter in the kitchen like it's the only thing that's keeping her standing there's nothing between them but silence. it's a calm silence she lets embrace her like an old friend. there are several seconds that pass before a sigh escapes her lips as though the thought of speaking is literal torture. natasha's patient as she speaks, ensuring with each word that she's composed and put together, a stark contrast to the feelings that she has on the inside. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." alright, maybe she wasn't as composed as she wanted to appear.

tailing her was an easy mark, and perhaps natasha had gotten too comfortable, which resulted in getting too close. it was no secret that she could lie with the best of them and perhaps that was what she needed to do but it seemed easier to tell the truth. "following you? technically, i suppose you could call it that, but i could also promise you, i'm the least of your worries."

starter for @madeofmarblex from Becca

———————— ❝ I'm sorry are you...are you following me?❞ becca turns to face the woman finally sick of sensing her on her tail. honestly, she was just trying to find a nice place for lunch but...she's got time. ❝ You should know, I don't take very kindly to people in my personal space.❞