the soldier and the spy fell in love and from those odds, something alike a miracle happened. james samuel rogers.
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ASSORTED INJURIES.
“You shot me!” ( @ Clint ) ( @vdovasrevive )
❛ ONLY A LITTLE BIT. ❜
there was probably some way to stop natasha’s fall besides shooting through her uniform just above her shoulder with a grappling arrow, but it was the best thing clint could think of at the time. he thought he did pretty good considering how a she didn’t fall, and b he didn’t really shoot her just her uniform. that was some damn good aim, and he should deserve a freaking award for it. natasha seems the least bit happy with him however, so clint gives her a bit of a sheepish grin. he’ll have to offer something up for forgiveness later, but he was still hyped up on energy from the last fight.
❛ oh c’mon! did you not see that shot? it was perfect! ❜ the least she could do for him saving her life was acknowledge that it was a good shot, ❛ don’t give me that look it’s not like i actually shot you. just your uniform. technically i shot at you so i should get bonus points for that. ❜
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@vdovasrevive said: “ i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching. ”
more prompts for your feels
"𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴?" safety pins and stitches inside trying to keep it all in one place. he knows the answer, her heartbeat is steady and ease; no lie making it jump and her breathing is all natural. she believes what she is saying, and eyes void behind the red tainted glasses as he directs his head toward where he feels her presence. “then, what would you say you feel when you get hurt again? that’s heartbreak, plain and simple.”
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@vdovasrevive: “Don’t forget me.”
Vacant gaze locked onto the widow, cold blue hues staring right through her; was he supposed to remember her? All recollection of past encounters wiped from memory, he couldn’t help but draw a blank on who she was, or what she might have meant to him. In the end, he concluded that it must not have been very important if he could not recall her. She must not have been very important.
Elbow connected with her arm, breaking free of her hold and in a swift motion, hand gripped wrist, twisting it up while metal pushed down on her shoulder. ❝ Борьба. ❞ A single order, the only response. Memories had no place in the training room. Emotion was a weakness to be exploited. Whoever Natalia was to him in the past, it no longer mattered.
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‘ why do you hate me? ’
“ I NEVER SAID THAT , ” came the earnest && soft reply , shaking his head as she angrily typed away into her phone . her usual features upturned into a foul expression as she had her bad mood with him . honestly ? it was kinda funny . after all , she was very rarely annoyed with him . it was hard getting a reaction quite like that from her . almost ACTUALLY , james was sort of proud . taking her phone from her hands , he tossed it in his palm && put it to one side , taking her hand && pulling her across the sofa onto his lap where she now was straddling him .
lips lingering across her collarbones , he smoothed her hair back from her features , watching as green eyes punctured out , catching his own blue hues . “ i just SAID that you can’t order takeout three nights in a row , ” he teased . “ let me cook you something instead . ” // @vdovasrevive
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"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃, 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰. 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂?" and she had been surprised, relieved even, when eyes laid on live footage of natalia fighting the good fight; side to side with captain america and other heroes. it meant that she got out, she lived and survived. but yet, the young widow seems to insist to go back to russia and search for their past demons. “you are too valuable. if they knew you are on their tail, you will be taken down.” or worse, wiped clean and put back to the program. as someone who went through it four times, she knew better than most, that it isn’t a good thing. @vdovasrevive
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desire to kiss prompts / / @vdovasrevive
❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ( from vdovasrevive )
mission after mission . near death experience after another . long lingering glances and suggestive comments . all of it leading right to this moment the second they are alone , the pair somehow meet in the middle after a mission that could have easily gone wrong , it almost did . they are both bruised and bloodied , her red hair half undone already , gone the rest of the way when he lifts to grip the hair tie from it .
her suit is skin tight and unable to be grasped so a large hand grips her waist to pull her in after a comment about how to pass the time since rest will not be found anytime soon . time to help release the rest of the PENT UP adrenaline and tension . there’s been enough time and enough of this tension between them that this is the end of the line for it .
the thunderer can’t take it anymore and as receptive as nat is to his touch , he can safely assume that she might feel the same . when he leans in to press his lips to hers , she is already there meeting him halfway and its hardly gentle . it is anything but causing thor to grin into it and pulling her closer . a weight has been lifted from his shoulder just by allowing himself this and where it goes from here , the god is eager to find out .
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ASSORTED INJURIES.
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.” @vdovasrevive
❛ S-SORRY ABOUT THAT, ❜ it is his blood that was staining her clothing. at least he thinks that’s his blood. he remembers taking the hit for her, but he was pretty sure he passed out from the pain right after that. is he actually bleeding? everything feels so different right now so far away that clint can barely keep his mind wrapped around it. all he can focus on is her. her face, that look of worry in her eyes even as she tries to make a joke. she’s trying to keep him awake, keep him breathing. he wonders when she learned how to save a life instead of taking one. he doesn’t voice the thought out loud of course, but it’s still there. like him she was raised to be a killing machine, but her hands were so gentle as she held onto him.
he swears if there was a heaven out there for him it would be with her. just an eternity spent with her by his side, in his arms. it’s really all he ever wanted, but he never told her. he’s thinking now that it’s too late to tell her, that he waited too long. his past mistakes are flashing before his eyes, and he swears it’s because he’s dying.
❛ i love y-you y’know, ❜ he gasps out through bloodied teeth, and the pain has long since left him. he reaches for her, fighting through the fog so he can rest a palm against her cheek, ❛ it’s okay. . .it’s going to be okay. ❜
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@vdovasrevive sent : [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[ ✉ → 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰 ] : well, we can’t have that, now can we ?
[ ✉ → 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰 ] : guess i’ll be breaking some traffic laws. on my way, doll.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. / @vdovasrevive said: “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ”
"𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄." it’s a lie, although one she’s said enough to almost convince even herself. no matter: the only person she wants, the only people it seems she ever wants, have long since been dead. salvatore asaro being chief among them. helena misses him most of all. her cousin, the assassin.
the first, and only, true protector she had ever had in this life. he looked after her upon her arrival to sicily, only eight years old and having just suffered the greatest loss of her life...losses. without him, she surely would have decayed. she would have been just like her mother, and like his. obedient. silent. subservient.
with him, however, she’d been made fierce. he’d trained her, day in and day out: warping her from the scared little girl he’d often cradle at night into a warrior: the huntress. he was her only comfort, and with his arrest, and eventual death, her comfort had gone to the fire with the rest of them. ashes to ashes — and they fill her lungs. “and I don’t need anyone. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you people that before you believe it.”
“I’ve made it this far all on my own, natasha.”
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FROM: @vdovasrevive
RE: [ INTERCEPT ] : sender takes a bullet/punch/attack meant for the receiver.
STATUS: accepting
chaos. there were voices and bodies everywhere from some intel gone wrong. they were supposed to be in and out. tap into a few systems for some information and run far away to analyze it later.
bucky caught wind of old red room scientists touching down in american soil. of course, their names had been changed in some weird equivalent to the witness protection program. in exchange of some kind of information for the us government, they were allowed at a new start in life. he’d never been offered the same bargain. hell, bucky was damn sure the promise of a pardon was utter garbage considering there was no timeframe on it.
foreseeable future.
utter quiet turned into a gun fight. he had no idea if they’d tripped an alarm that they hadn’t seen on the schematics or maybe a camera. whatever happened, the assassin was doing his best to create some space for natalia to get away. as stubborn as she was, he wasn’t sure she’d just willingly leave. he needed to create ( or sell ) a tactical advantage for one of them leaving first and the other following right behind.
unfortunately, he hadn’t had the opportunity to come up with something. bucky feels his body jolt; pushed. james, get down! combat boots stumble for a few steps before he’s able to gather his bearings and turn back around to find the black widow with her thighs around someone’s skull. had she been hit? a quick glance attempts to see whether or not she’d been injured. in the end bucky makes a mental note to check once they were free of the building.
he punches a nearby door several times with a metal fist, creating enough space for them to squeeze through to the other side. “ let’s go, “ chin motions for the door as eyes scan their surroundings. the choke point was holding in their favor, for not. whatever natalia had done to the first guy was going to help them get out a lot sooner than he anticipated. “ we got most of what we came for, anyway. “
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@vdovasrevive: [ text ] –– please calm down. to be clear, there’s absolutely no reason why you should calm down, but please do it anyway.
[ txt ] ;; How the hell am I supposed to calm down?
[ txt ] ;; God I want to punch him in his stupid smug face
[ txt ] ;; Aren’t you pissed off too? He doesn’t deserve the shield.
[ txt ] ;; I’ll take it from him myself if I have to.
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You are an amazing person and an amazing Bucky. You should never have to explain yourself to anyone who doesn't have the balls to come off anon and say how they really feel. I love having you on my dash and I'm super excited to reply to the things. Your voice for Bucky is your own. Nobody else is like it and that is beautiful. It's a gift and the love you have for him is obvious so please never stop being amazing. <3 <3
How well do I portray my muse? On anon or not, give me your thoughts!
ghjkljhjk thank you so much my love, im so excited to get to write with you properly and i adore your stuff
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@vdovasrevive ♡ ’d !
Bucky’s messing with his own gloves as he wears them, picking at the seams of one with the fingers of the other, and his brow is furrowed in deep concentration. His mind is elsewhere. Far, far away. He knows it’s rude to be so silent right now, especially since it was he who sought Natasha out, but there’s something eating away at his mind, something he isn’t quite sure how to phrase.
❝ Do you ever wish, ❞ he finally mutters, apprehensive, ❝ you could WAKE UP, and just realize that everything— all of it— was a dream? Even if it meant letting go of all the good, as well as the rest... do you think it could be better that way? ❞
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starter for : @vdovasrevive
long has it been since the sorcerer has heard of natalia ( natasha? ) --- let alone see her. his eyes widened momentarily in a visual display of his surprise, before he caught himself and stood at the base of the stairs he descended from. he'd muster a small smile -- albeit a hesitant one, from his uncertainty in regards to the reason for her visit.
" widow -- i apologize for not noticing your arrival sooner. "
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