"Agent. Avenger. Assassin."
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Наталья. —wintersteel

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arussianspider:

arussianspider:

Джеймс…” The woman froze, looking at the man in front of her, while flashes of her years on the Black Widow program popped inside her mind. “Что ты здесь делаешь?

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Докажите это." She held her gun tighter. Her heart was beating fast again. If James was lying, she would be attacked within minutes. Possibly this was her last mission. “Докажите я не прав.

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He struggled to breathe through the thickness of the air. Time passed — hours, minutes, seconds, he didn’t know how much; but after a painfully-long pause, he loosened his tense muscles and lowered his weapon, carefully crouching and dropping it to the asphalt below. Then, he stood, kicking the gun away with a flick of his foot. If they knew he was here, they would be firing on him in seconds — but it would be worth it if he could earn Natalia’s trust. “Является ли это доказательством достаточно для вас?

Natasha followed the movements of the soldier with caution. Her breathing was slow, almost non-existent.

When James finally put his gun down, she could feel her body relax a bit (at least she wouldn’t be machine-gunned to death). Still unsure what to do, she took a few minutes to think until, following his steps, she placed her pistol on the ground and took a few steps back, silent.

April 23rdvia and source with 14 notes

wintersteel:

arussianspider:

wintersteel:

James stepped out of the shower, toweling off his damp hair with a rueful sigh. He always managed to feel better after a shower, no matter what time he took it at. It was still early in the morning, so he padded softly back to bed, the corners of his lips crinkling up at the sight of the prone form beneath the sheets. He cast aside the towel and slipped under the sheets beside Natalia, brushing his dry lips over the curve of her shoulder; her smooth skin felt wonderful beneath his rough chin. “Доброе утро, дорогая," he whispered in a husky voice. 

Natasha’s dreams were interrupted by the touch of the soldier’s lips on her skin. It has been so long since the last time she had felt it that the slightest contact made ​​her wake up instantly. She turned her head to face James, her ​​red hair covering her face. Доброе утро. Whispered huskily. Почему ты встал так рано?

Я не мог спать." He reached up to brush the red curls out of her face with a delicate touch, his metal fingers cool against her warm skin. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he’d been having terrible nightmares, nightmares that lurked behind his eyelids and waited until he was asleep and vulnerable to torture him, nightmares that he couldn’t remember as soon as he woke up.

Natasha opened her mouth to ask if everything was okay, but stopped, and just sighed. In a life like theirs, with a job like theirs, the last thing they had was a good night of sleep.
She flinched under the covers when she felt the cold touch of James’ hand on her skin. "Я думаю, мы можем спать немного больше перед завтраком.

April 23rdvia and with 3 notes

chriscevans:

Steve you lil shit….

April 22ndvia and source with 897 notes

wintersteel:

James stepped out of the shower, toweling off his damp hair with a rueful sigh. He always managed to feel better after a shower, no matter what time he took it at. It was still early in the morning, so he padded softly back to bed, the corners of his lips crinkling up at the sight of the prone form beneath the sheets. He cast aside the towel and slipped under the sheets beside Natalia, brushing his dry lips over the curve of her shoulder; her smooth skin felt wonderful beneath his rough chin. “Доброе утро, дорогая," he whispered in a husky voice. 

Natasha’s dreams were interrupted by the touch of the soldier’s lips on her skin. It has been so long since the last time she had felt it that the slightest contact made ​​her wake up instantly. She turned her head to face James, her ​​red hair covering her face. Доброе утро. Whispered huskily. Почему ты встал так рано?

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Iron Man Trilogy + The Avengers : Iron Man 3Tony’s smile

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'barton and romanoff? they're the best at what they do.'

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skyfallat221b:

cravingcotillard asked: jeremy renner or scarlett johansson?

April 21stvia and source with 102 notes
Наталья. —wintersteel

wintersteel:

arussianspider:

arussianspider:

Джеймс…” The woman froze, looking at the man in front of her, while flashes of her years on the Black Widow program popped inside her mind. “Что ты здесь делаешь?

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The glimmer of hope that emerged in the Widow’s chest began to unravel. Итак, вы все еще с ними? Asked, trying her best to hide her disappointment, but failing. Они послали тебя, чтобы заставить меня вернуться. Natasha pulled the gun from her holster and pointed to the soldier. Ответ нет. Мне жаль, Джеймс.

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Нет, Наталья." The Soldier shouldered his gun in the blink of an eye, ready to use it if he had to, despite the heaviness in his heart. "Я пришел на мою собственную." The air was thick with tension, so thick that he could almost taste it. "Пожалуйста…они, наверное, уже знаете, что я здесь.

Докажите это." She held her gun tighter. Her heart was beating fast again. If James was lying, she would be attacked within minutes. Possibly this was her last mission. “Докажите я не прав.

April 21stvia and source with 14 notes






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