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Black widow (top left) the two others are tarantulas one black and white and the other (top right) slightly colored


I do not like spiders, they can exist but I don’t want them nowhere near me ( same goes for bugs)

That said I had to stare at spider photos for 30 minutes to draw these, so even if you love spiders and feel like I drew them inaccurately I do apologize but I physical couldn’t do better firstly because I suck at drawing and this was my first time drawing them and secondly I DON’T LIKE SPIDERS

Also I used references but I won’t list them because I just searched up random pictures of spiders

The things I do for spooktober

Also @le-petit-leveret sorry if you don’t like spiders :3

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Kamala: *hacking*

Natasha: That’s not how I typically get my information

Kamala: How do you typically get it?

Natasha: I find the person, and then I put the fear of God into them. But we can try it your way

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Please Come Back, My Love


This is Natasha Romanoff x Reader

If you are triggered by anything in the warnings or have trauma that has to do with them DO NOT READ THIS.

Warnings: Eating disorder, depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide, cheating, anxiety, alcohol abuse, gore, cutting, and rape.

Summary: Natasha didn’t realize the mistake she had made until it was too late.

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26. If you think the head trauma was bad…

“Aww, doctor, no,” Clint muttered and slid to the edge of the hospital bed. Dr. Creed just looked over the rim of his glasses, raised one brow… and turned to Natasha. 

“Clint,” she said, “you stay in bed.” 

“Aww, Nat, no!” Clint whined now. 

“You have a concussion, Agent Barton,” the doctor said and removed his glasses to clean them. 

“It’s not that severe, it’s just…” Clint started but now Nat made a step in his direction. 

“It’s a concussion, Clint,” she said. “And you stay in bed.” 

“No, it’s just a headache, I can…” 

“Do you want me to get the handcuffs?” Natasha asked and when she saw Clint’s gaze she added, “The cuffs Coulson gave me.” 

“You’re no fun at all,” he muttered under his breath but he lay down nevertheless. He winced and Nat could see that he was clearly in more pain than he was willing to admit, but he stayed in bed and that was a good sign. 

The doctor went to the door and Natasha pulled a chair over, placed it beside Clint’s bed, sat down and put her feet onto the mattress beside Clint’s leg. He stared at it for a long moment. 

“What are you doing?” he wanted to know. 

“What do you think? I’ll stay here till the doctor says you can leave.” 

“But that’s… uh… uhm…” he deliberated for a moment and Nat sighed inwardly. “Forty-eight hours! That’s two days, Nat!”

“I know,” she said and reached in her pocket, pulled her phone out and started to type.

“You can’t stay forty-eight hours,” Clint said and glared at her. “You have to eat and you have to sleep and… and shower!” 

“That’s why I just sent a message to Steve,” she said with an evil smirk. “He will come in a few hours, will bring me food and take over for a while.” 

“You really don’t have to stay,” Clint said and Natasha couldn’t hold back the snort. 

“Yeah,” she said. “That was a good one!” She cocked her head. “Honey, I know you well enough. If I’d turn my back on you for five seconds, you’d disappear through the vents. No, no, I’ll stay right here in this chair till Steve is here to guard you.”

“Guard me sounds so negative,” Clint muttered. 

“Well,” Natasha said and shrugged. She folded her arms over her stomach and looked at him. “You can as well sleep. You need to rest.” 

Clint slid down in the bed and pulled the blanket over himself, but still glared at her. But Nat saw that his gaze wasn’t as sharp as it used to be because of the concussion. She also was aware about the risk of flight. Clint disappeared before and worsened his condition.

“You’re no fun,” he grumbled and Nat gave him a sweet smile. 

“I know, I love you, too!”

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Summary: Time is an illusion that helps things make sense.

Warning: Language

Word Count: 2,673

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“Uh, guys we’ve got an enhanced on the field!” 

Blue blasts shoot through the air, pained grunts fill your ear from the coms, and your teammates speak to you as you fight through the barrage of enemies. All the while keeping your eyes trained on the person surrounded by blue energy.

“Obviously Y/n.”

You roll your eyes,“ this is no time for jokes Tony, he’s making people fucking disappear.”

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Whumtober Challenge

Day 22
Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?

Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

“Alright, team, I think it’s safe to say this is a dead end,” Tony announced as he glanced around the empty room in the compound they had been searching. “What do you say, we call it a day?”

“I think Tony’s right,” Steve agreed into his comm. They had split off into two teams, with him and Tony searching one wing of the compound while Natasha and Clint searched the other. “This place has been abandoned for years. Looks like we got a bad lead. Meet back here and we can head out.”

“Sounds good,” Natasha agreed over the line. 

“Roger, Rogers,” Clint said with a laugh. “Heading your way.”

A few minutes later, Natasha strode into the room where Steve and Tony were waiting from a door on their left. 

“Where’s Clint?” Steve asked, confused. 

“We split up to cover more ground,” Natasha said. “He should be here in a minute.”

“Any day now, Barton,” Tony said into the comm. “I’m getting hungry. I’m thinking we hit a drive-thru on the way home. You can fly the Quinjet through one of those, right?”

“Don’t tempt me, Stark,” Clint said with a laugh.

“Seriously, though, don’t tempt him,” Natasha said as she glared at Tony. “He’ll actually try it.” 

“Killjoy,” Tony said, but everyone could hear the smirk in his voice behind his faceplate.

“Alright, I’m here,” Clint announced as he appeared just on the other side of a doorway over to their right, grinning mischievously, as if he were already thinking about how he could get a jet into a drive thru. “Let’s get–”

The moment that Clint passed through the doorway, an explosion of yellow tinted gas suddenly shot out of the doorframe, instantly filling the space. It happened so quickly, no one had time to really react, and it wasn’t until Clint was screaming that any of them understood what was happening. 

“Clint!” Natasha yelled as she lunged forward, only to be caught around the middle by Steve and pushed back toward Tony. 

“Get her out of here!” Steve roared at Tony. “I got Clint!” 

Because poisonous gas triggered by a booby trap didn’t stay in one place. It spread. 

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A/N: ooh, this is interesting! thanks for the request, anon (Spooky Sad Sunday)

warnings: needle mention, serious injury, death mentions


“Nat, it hurts,” you whined as the red headed Avenger came into view.

The two of you were on a mission with Steve, entering together and separating briefly to gather your own intel. You’d just finished when a guard did a sneak attack on you and stabbed you with a syringe full of glowing liquid. A scream of agony escaped you as you collapsed to the ground, not without killing your attacker in the process.

The scream was what led Natasha to come to you immediately, luckily with her collected intel. The importance of that flew out the window when she spotted you, groaning and twitching on the ground, your veins darker and much more prominent.

“I know it does. Just hold on, okay? I’m gonna call Steve so he can carry you to the jet.”

Your groans of discomfort rang out over her hushed tone as she called to Steve over the comms, her hand smoothing over your hair in a feeble attempt to calm you. She gently rubbed a thumb across your knee with her other hand, concern at the forefront of her generally deadpanned glare.

Am I going to die?

Her gaze snapped to yours, her hands shaking a bit as she caught onto your breathing falling into uneven patterns. She was quick to mask any fear she felt, knowing it would only add to yours.

“No. I won’t let that happen.”

“I don’t think you can control that, Nat,” you managed between painfully deep gasps.

“Just hold on,” she begged more than instructed after grabbing your wrist and hearing your pulse slow. “Please just hold on for me.”

“I don’t want to die, but I’d be happy if you were the last person I saw.”

“Stop it!” she snapped instantly, causing your rapidly closing eyes to shoot back open for a second. How she wanted to just rip open your combat suit and restart everything inside you to a healthier state. Out of all the things she expected to take you away from her, she didn’t have a plan for death.

And she didn’t intend on making one either.

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Assassin x Assassin

  • With your history and were you were trained, she would connect with you immediately
  • Making time for you only
  • When she saw your body for the first time suited up
  • Her eyes literally went 😍
  • Obviously thinks your hot but if I’m being honest
  • She wants you to top her
  • And she also wants you beneath her
  • Your first kiss together was at a party Stark was holding
  • Natasha feels safe with you
  • She feels like she can open up to you
  • Did I mention she loves being your girlfriend let me get into that
  • Cuddly mornings
  • Sometimes baking together
  • Training together is a big yes
  • She knows why your not as open about your past
  • She hasn’t and would never push you into talking about something your uncomfortable with
  • Supporting each other’s decisions
  • Since your both assassins, you find yourselves acting the words ‘I love you’ rather than saying them
  • She hopes you know how much you mean to her
  • She thinks she doesnt deserve you at all
  • You think you don’t deserve her
  • Sad days turn into suprising snuggles and sharing one blanket, resulting in being glued together
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Because of Winter Solider, we know Nat knows how to drive. However, the Red Room sure as hell didn’t teach her …

Clint: Okay, you see Hill and Coulson in the road, what do you hit?

Natasha: Coulson, definitely. Can’t hurt Maria.


Clint: The breaks, Nat. You hit the breaks.

- Bonus -

Coulson: Romanoff would really hit me???

Maria: Ha.

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I’m slowly becoming a Nat x Reader acc and you know what? that’s cool. i also wanna write Bucky or Steve or stucky x reader so keep on the lookout. and uhhhhh i’ll be getting to a Ginny Weasley request soon. also TVD FANS WHERE U AT OK.

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Thanks for the prompt, babe! It’s been a while since I looked at that one ^-^ I hope you like it!

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Pairings: Momma and Baby Spider. We love us some platonic Avengers. 

Warnings: aftermath of sensory overload episode, other than that, hella fluffy

Word Count: 1869

Pretty much every time FRIDAY pops up a panel in her room, Natasha doesn’t pay a lot of attention because typically it’s something she knows already.

Not this time.

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