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Natasha simply loosened a few choice curse words in Russian after he confessed that food poisoning wouldn’t be a thing for him anymore. „It‘s not about if it‘s moldy in a war zone, James. I don‘t mind eating expired food in required situations… but this is not a required situation!!!“ She nearly gagged as he actually finished the Burger in front of her, then made his way over to her. “Absolutely not! You stay away!“ She squeaked, shrill enough to rival Bucky‘s white, fluffy cat whenever she deemed that she hadn‘t been fed enough Tandoori chicken or didn‘t receive the attention she deemed necessary. Yet, the assassins laughed and ducked away, lite on her feet as always.

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"James Buchanan Barnes!" Natasha nearly bellowed as he just kept eating, disgusted by the smell and consistency of the spoilt meat. "God... Is that super soldier serum giving you an iron stomach as well, cause this is absolutely vile. I will keep my mouth far away from you for the forseeable future."

"I mean.... I can't really get a food poisoning?" Bucky pointed out with a raised eyebrow. He was quite sure he had never actually heard Natasha scream that loud at anything in his entire life. "After a few war zones you don't really care if stuff is moldy. It just adds character." He added before finishing off the burger. "Oh please! Gimme a kiss! C'mere!" Now he was being a asshole.

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Nat crossed her arms at his deadpan. "Seriously? You just had to take my teasing and make it about you dieing... again?" She punched his arm, hard enough to twinge a little, soft enough to not hurt. "You really are no fun, Barton."

"You know what would be infernal injustice and gods greatest irony? If you start to need glasses"

"You mean like the one time I had a bleeding in my brain that put pressure occipital lobe which made me slowly go blind and almost killed me? Yeah. That was...no fun."

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"James Buchanan Barnes!" Natasha nearly bellowed as he just kept eating, disgusted by the smell and consistency of the spoilt meat. "God... Is that super soldier serum giving you an iron stomach as well, cause this is absolutely vile. I will keep my mouth far away from you for the forseeable future."

don't eat that!

”Oh please! It’s just a week old.” Bucky replied in between chewing the cheese burger that had been hanging out in his fridge for about a week. ”I’m not wasting it.”

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"I'm cold, everything smells weird, I hate religion and I want to go home."

"We are in Disneyland. I mean... I agree that it's very similar to a cult but it's not that bad..." Natasha ponders for a little then takes his hand with a sigh. "Okay, let's go home. BUT I want to grab a snack for the way home."

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i love being dead

natasha romanoff in infinity countdown: black widow (2018)

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Natasha was layed out flat on the roof, her tacsuit doing a wonderful job at camuflage against the darkened surface. She had the rifle posted on a small stand but leaning against her arms and shoulder, neck slightly crooked to secure the gun against her form and help it hold steady. The scope was trained on their mark. A guy in his mid to end thirties, lithe frame, flouncy, half unbottened shirt in an ugly shade of salmon, a white suite jacket and peroxyde colored hair geled back into a loopy wave. He screamed over the top Holywood criminal in the worst cliché kind of ways. "Well, I don't particularly like his face." Natasha pouted at her companion playfully before her body went rigid again and she trained the weapon on their target again. "Alright, fine. I'll shoot him in the foot if he starts to run but that means you get the joy of looking pretty and getting him seperated from his henchmen. See those two over there, five o'clock? Have been watching and shadowing him since before we got here. For an arms dealer presumably providing the foreign underground with pulsetech weaponry this guy has little to nothing going on..." She nudged her head, inclining a nod. "Well then James, get your behind down there and flirt his pants off."

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His lips purse in thought. It’s a joke, he’s pretty sure, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t an option. He doesn’t think there’s much room for hyperbole in his life anymore, when anything can be thrown on the table and he can check it off as been there, done that.

They’re not looking at a good, moral, upstanding citizen anyway. In fact, Bucky thinks a whole lot of people would be happier if this guy did take a bullet to the face. But—

“Can’t tell us anything if he’s dead.” He says, checking his peripherals before looking back ahead, “I wouldn’t say no to a shot to the foot. He seems like a runner— would save us some trouble.” Just saying.

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Natasha raised an eyebrow at the brunette next to her, trademark halfsmirk on her lips. It was late and the vodka bottle was half way gone. She didn't mind. There was plenty more to go around if they wanted to, despite hightened motabolism it was fun to just pretend. "Because you ran against a stone building after the fight, just to prove a point." She chuckled at the terrified, propably terribly underpaid, clerk inside the office building when She-Hulk had suddenly stood before him... and parts of the wall went missing. "I'm starting to doubt your sanity, Walters." Jen was easy to like, funny, quick witted, a very talented lawyer that she regularly consulted with questions and cases. "So," Natasha pushed a shotglass in her friends direction. "Daredevil? I would like details."

❛ remind me why we’re friends again? ❜ (for Jen)

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"What are you talking about? I'm amazing! How could you ever doubt that?!"

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Update

Hi :) Yes I'm still alive and I got 2 more weeks until freedome... I miss this space, I can't wait to get back to writing Nat. I hope everyone is well and thank you for being so patient with me. You have no idea how much I appreciate it and having this little corner in the internet. Love you all, I hope you are all having a wonderful time :) PS: I might show up in your ask box ^^ things will be answered once I'm properly back but I miss reading all your stories too

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Update

Hi :) Yes I'm still alive and I got 2 more weeks until freedome... I miss this space, I can't wait to get back to writing Nat. I hope everyone is well and thank you for being so patient with me. You have no idea how much I appreciate it and having this little corner in the internet. Love you all, I hope you are all having a wonderful time :) PS: I might show up in your ask box ^^ things will be answered once I'm properly back but I miss reading all your stories too

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I swear I live

Hi people :) I hope you are all doing well!! I swear I'm still alive and I don't plan on abandoning Nat. I'm still in the middle of graduation exams and they'll go until mid may. So I will still be busy but I hope once it's done I can return and write again:) I miss you all! Hope you are all having a fantastic time!

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Send "Factory Reset"

To meet a version of my muse that has no memory of anything from the time their story began. Either try to help them remember, or take advantage of it as you see fit.

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Natasha frowned, unsure of what to do with this new found, seemingly, mostly, mindless entity that seemed to meld with the other shadows sorrounding these buidlings. She couldn't help but wander, what was left of the place that usually habited Stephen and the Guardian... With a sigh, the Widow got up, curiosity getting the better of her. The door leading downstairs sprang into mind and immediately, she turned directions, heading towards where she remembered her room to be, unsure if it was still there and what she would find. The stair leading towards the cluttered attic with it's discarded wine boxes and musical instruments was gone, as were several other door, persumably dissolved by the absence of necessity in perservation of power. She wandered and wondered, if Strange would return for her eventually, he would... she trusted him, if they could actually reconcile, cause in all honesty. Natasha missed him, despite being wary as well as angry with him for previous actions.

In the shadows, something stirred. Or rather, the shadows themselves seemed to stir. The feeling of emptiness continued, still far more hollow than she had ever felt this already sequestered place… it just wasn’t quite as empty as she had initially thought. A shape drifted nearby, a shadow moving as though Strange were simply standing behind her, casting his shade… but no. It wasn’t so much a division, as a shaving. A small piece of himself, a scraping, just enough to maybe make sure she wasn’t truly alone, or just enough to spy on her, it as unclear. Just a shadow, left behind. The way it moved was almost ghost-like, disconnected although trying to keep its attention on her, just a whisper. A silhouette of a head tilted as though confused by her accusation.

Creepy… is that what it was? Noted.

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Send 🥂 (or “toast”, if you can’t see the emoji) to share a toast with my muse on New Year’s Eve.

Send 🥂💋 (or “cheers & kisses”, if you can’t see the emoji) to share a toast and a kiss with my muse on New Year’s Eve.

Remember to specify from which muse the meme is for if sending to a multi-muse and which of your muses the receiver should address if you are!

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Point out my muse’s flaws meme

"How ironic would it be if i said perhaps you should try this talking to people thing sometimes?"

"Talking to people is overrated... And you saying is makes you a hypocrite. You can't even talk to your cat about your problems."

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"You do not have coping mechanism... You eat magic creatures as a coping mechanism..."

Nat points at the empty liquor bottles and raises an eyebrow. "Do we want to talk about the vices or the dead girlfriend obssession you can't get over?"

(muse flaws meme)

“Listen. It’s called being a functional alcoholic and I’m coping in a completely functional and understandable way.”

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Send 💐 to bring my muse flowers.

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Point out a flaw of my muse and see their reaction!