#Starter: Natasha Romanoff

[captainrogers-thepatriot]

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"Don't look at me like that. I wouldn't have done it, if I had another choice."

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"Come on sit with me and drink." Natasha said as she offered the empty space in front of her. "Just a bottle or two. Wouldn't hurt, right?" It was pretty rare for her to invite someone to drink but really, it felt like it was a nice night.

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[kissmyshockstix]

The lights of the chandelier sparkled as Natasha studied them for the umpteenth time. It had already been a long night and she supposed that she should be looking at the crowd...but the entire affair bored her.

Women in cocktail dresses, men in suits...free alcohol...

It was a party. And, Natasha Romanoff assumed that it was as good as any party. But, it wasn't her kind of party.

No...her kind of parties usually involved more politicians...and usually a sniper rifle.

Nat sighed over her cocktail. Recon was boring. And, it was even more boring when she was on her own. It may be New York and it may be her city...but, she was all dressed up with no one talk to...

And Natasha Romanoff was not a wallflower.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking to see if there was anyone interesting. Listening to conversations was fun and all, but, she'd much rather be having the conversations rather than on the outside looking in.

The funny thing was...Natasha had everything she needed. She could just walk out of her with the intel, pass it on, and make the cash. But, something told her to stay. Call it boredom or jut idle fascination...but, Natasha wanted to be around the party for just a little longer...

If only to escape the boredom of her lonely apartment.

Suddenly, Nat caught a flash through the crowd. A familiar face. What were they doing here?

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Starter Call ! From Natasha Romanoff ;

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It had been a long week, a mission she would have rather sent literally anyone else on. It took too long, there was far too many hiccups and ultimately, Natasha just wanted to be at home. She'd been on too many missions lately. She needed a break from it all. Just a week to relax and properly recharge. Finally she was getting that. With this mission in the bag, she kicked the door closed and sauntered lazily over to the sofa and collapsing into the sofa, before letting out a long sigh.

The sounds of someone walking down the hall pulled her from her momentary contemplation of the week she had been away from home. Sitting up she looked over her shoulder toward the hallway. " Scarlett?? That you? "

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[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

"What makes you think I can't beat Harvey Specter in boxing?"

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Open starter: open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Muse: Natasha Romanoff

“Is this your first time torturing for information?”

The man kicked her again in the gut, ignoring her question and asking again, “Information. Widow. Now.”

Once she caught her breath she muttered quickly, “Steve can’t do his own laundry. Thor still doesn’t know how to use a cellphone. Tony can’t apologize to save his life. Bruce-” she was cut off by another blow to her gut.

“You’re one hell of a smartass.” the man grunted, rubbing his knuckles.

“You didn’t specify what kind of information.” she smugly tried to smile sarcastically at him from her position on the floor, hands cuffed behind her back, her whole torso in tremendous pain. Nat could taste the blood in her mouth from his multiple assaults but she was very hard to break, if not impossible. She would never give him what he wanted. The man didn’t respond, but only reached down to grab her arm and yanked her up to her feet, causing her head to pound more harshly from the change of position. She stumbled as he pulled her up and slammed her back onto the table.

“If you resist, Widow, it will only make it hurt more.”

“Do your best” she grinned weakly.

He looked at her dead in the eye and responded, “Well, your friends, you see, they aren’t here. They haven’t come to look for you yet, to save you. They aren’t coming for you, Romanoff. They probably don’t even realize you’re gone. You're a killer. An assassin. You’re just a stain on their perfect little agenda. Who would want someone like you? You're not a hero, you've got as much blood on your hands as I do. They’re glad that you’re gone.”

She pretended his words didn't affect her but they sank into her skull. It had been days, maybe even weeks, and she had no sign that her friends, teammates where even looking for her. They had to be looking for her right? They had to be. He was just trying to mess with her head. Or maybe they weren’t looking for her. She wouldn't blame them.

Her thoughts were cut short by a painful prick in her inner elbow and she tried to slink away from the pain but she couldn’t move. Only one thought remained in her head before she could feel the pain in her head grow stronger and her eyesight slowly disappearing once again.

This must be the end.

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[amazingmsme]

yelena belova + 24 for the tickle asks thing! i just love her so much, my precious ticklish baby 🥰 thank you!

24. A time you were cheered up with tickling after one of your worst days.

I love these sisters so much & I hope you enjoy this lil snippet!

Natasha could read her sister like the back of her hand. She knew when she was happy, sad, angry, playful… so it wasn’t very hard to notice that Yelena was more than a little upset.

She slammed the door when she came in, stomping heavily over to the couch. She practically threw herself down with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. Natasha walked into the room cautiously, gaging the situation.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

Yelena flared up at her with an unamused expression. “Nothing.”

Natasha offered a warm smile. “Now I know that’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know more than you think,” she said, sitting down next to her sister. “You can either tell me or I can cheer you up. Your choice.” Yelena arched a brow at her. She neglected to choose, so Natasha chose for her.

“Cheering up it is,” she decided, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. Her fingers dug into her side, scratching the soft skin. Yelena spasmed and a small squeak left her before she could clamp her mouth shut.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight off the mirth bubbling up inside her chest. “See, you’re smiling! It’s working already!” she cheered. Yelena didn’t hold out for long before she let the laughter flow freely. It felt good to let go after the shit day she had.

“Nahahat dohohon’t!” she squealed, weakly swatting her hands. She sunk into the cushions, leaning into the touch rather than away. She still made a fuss about it though. “You’re bullying mehehehe!” she whined as Nat squeezed both of her hips. She let out a surprised shriek and bucked.

“No I’m not, I’m offering a distraction,” she teased with a gentle smile. “You need it.”

Yelena would never admit it, but she really did. And she was grateful that her sister knew her so well.

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Closed Starter || @kwritemeastory​

There were protocols if something like this happened. The Soldier was supposed to report any ‘inappropriate emotions’, meaning: any emotions at all, to his handlers so he could be examined and dealt with however they saw fit. It was an unheard of event, just a precaution. HYDRA had gotten confident. They assumed they had broken him down permanently, that taking him out for months to help train the girls in the Red Room, without regular wipes, wouldn’t be an issue. They were wrong. 

He noticed the first sign that something had shifted when he realized he was remembering details about the girls that weren’t important to their training. Alina’s favorite color was blue, Polina liked her hair in pigtails, Natalia told the younger girls bedtime stories. He often listened in, pretending to be patrolling the hallways, but really paying attention to the soft cadence of her voice. 

Natalia was one of, if not the best students there. She’d be an invaluable asset, he was sure of it. Perhaps that was why he chose her to trust. He was drawn to her from the start, and continued following her with his eyes and ears in the months that followed. As his own programming secretly broke down bit by bit, and his mind started to conjure up disjointed memories from a past life, he knew it was time to leave, to make an escape from his handlers in a desperate attempt to keep hold of both the feelings inside him and the memories. He had a chance– and he could take her with him. 

It was past lights out, all the girls were required to be in their rooms. He paced up and down the hallway, keeping up his facade until there were no more whispers, or soft giggles, only the sounds of breathing. On near silent feet, he slipped into a room, navigating in the dark until he reached the bed he was looking for. He spoke softly, but loud enough for her to hear, “Natalia. Madame would like to see you. Come.”

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"Didn't mean to wake you..." She said after turning to face her mother when she heard he walk into the gym. "Couldn't sleep so I thought I'd let off some steam."

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