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natasha romanoff + widow's sting (yelena's version)

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black widow sisters + their signature move

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) | Thunderbolts* (2025)

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THE AVENGERS (2012) dir. [REDACTED] BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER 2014, dir. Joe Russo and Anthony Russo

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natasha romanoff + jackets

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All of Natasha's Dresses/Skirt looks in the mcu.

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NATASHA ROMANOFF BLACK WIDOW (2021)

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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR

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► BLACK WIDOW (2018) ⌐ After releasing SHIELD’s files and in turn her own files onto the internet to expose Hydra, Natasha Romanoff soon finds her past nipping at her heels, including a student of the Red Room who’s determined to take on the name Black Widow.

“You won’t get anywhere with blackmail, Rooskaya. I’m an open book.”

“Oh? Do you really think I believe half of what you have put on the internet? As convincing as it was, you cannot fool me.”

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Hey big guy, Sun's getting real low.

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☆ date

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AU Natasha Romanoff x Brock Rumlow

Don’t get me wrong But i don’t like promises Light me up like a cigarette, oh babe

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“My whole journey with Marvel was because of Scarlett trusting me and Scarlett wanting me to join her movie six years ago,” Pugh tells in support of the May 2 theatrical release of Thunderbolts*. “So I always miss her presence. It was such a mean thing … that [Black Widow] was the first and the last time I would get to experience this world with her. But I am genuinely always just hoping that she’s proud.”

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The perfect combination I didn't know I needed.

👑Scarlett Johansson + Cats😻

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There was no such thing as casual when it came to the Heathens. Natasha always dressed like she was planning to murder someone later that night. In truth, it was never completely off the table for her. Her hair was a spill of red over a black leather moto jacket and black jeans, her top as deep red as her hair, her lipstick shades darker than Kara's. It was armor, every bit as much as the slim knives concealed here and there. She doubted the Heathens' guards would let her in with all of them, but it was possible one or two might slip by their search. That's why she had extra.

Her expression didn't so much as flicker at the question as she rechecked her makeup in the mirror, but inside she recoiled. "I don't know what my future will be," she said simply. She hadn't expected to survive to college growing up in her father's house. 'No' was a dangerous word there. She knew that if he arranged a marriage for her, she might not be able to get out of it. But the idea of going from her father's house to a husband's who was just like him turned her stomach. She would rather be dead. But then who would be left to take care of Yelena?

She pulled herself from her dark thoughts, her gaze flickering over Kara to see how she felt about it. As a matter of survival, Natasha had learned to read people's true feelings on them from a young age. Her father was an excellent actor, but his temper was a thing of nightmares. She had to be able to tell when the hits were coming. All she got from her best friend was uncertainty, and maybe a little sadness. Kara might not want it, but she wouldn't fight it. Her eyes narrowed as they fell on Clint, and she pointed a finger at him. "No. This is a Heathens party, and we're making an impression. Go put on the clothes I set out for you. And wash your fucking hands first!" she called after him, rolling her eyes as he tossed back a cheerful expletive. She'd been saving Clint from himself for as long as she could remember. He'd saved her from a lot worse.

When Clint was done dragging his feet, the three of them left together. Natasha had associated with the Heathens before--enough to know they were dangerous--but since it was Kara's first party, she wanted him there for backup. Clint might look like he wasn't paying attention or didn't give a shit about anything that was happening, but he missed nothing. He peeled away from them once they were inside, but she knew if they needed him, he'd be right at her back as always. She took the glass of champagne but didn't take a sip. She'd find a way to empty it without anyone noticing so it looked like she was drinking, but she never did.

There was a small, pleasant smile on her lips as she assessed the beefy guy who'd lifted Kara off her feet. They'd never met, but she knew who he was, both by reputation and from Kara's stories. He was a bruiser, right hand man to the Heathens' fearless leader. She'd never met him either, but she knew who he was without being told. Ice slid down her spine as her gaze fell on the tall blonde standing next to him. He might be wearing a charming smile, but there was nothing behind his eyes. She didn't flinch from it, holding his gaze as she offered a hand. "Steve Rogers. Your reputation precedes you. It's nice to meet you both."

She fell back a step while Brock lauded Kara with Steve's accomplishments--leader of the Heathens, top of his class, future MBA. He was easier to read than his friend. He was happy to be there, intensely loyal to Steve, and clearly in love with Kara. It was harder to tell what Steve was feeling because he was better at faking his emotions. He was being polite, complimenting Kara on her performances and asking her questions about her dancing and her studies. She could tell the interest he'd taken in her was genuine, and she didn't like it. That wasn't the sort of person Kara needed to get mixed up with. She wondered if it wasn't already too late. He was watching her with more intensity than warranted from a stranger.

It was Brock who suggested a game of beer pong, and she gently nudged Kara's elbow with hers to see if she actually wanted to do it. "Don't worry. I never miss."

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Kara stood in front of Nat as she finished getting ready. It was a casual party but as the redhead pulled her hair out from her shirt, Kara couldn't help but be a bit jealous of such a beautiful person. She leaned against the doorframe as she put red lipstick on to contrast with her alabaster skin and light blond hair. Looking down at her pink sweater and very low slung jeans, she realized that the bottom of her sweater didn't quite make it low enough and her pierced bellybutton was showing. Her father hated when she dressed this way but now that she was in college, she wasn't about to let his rules stand anymore. She was already furious with the call she'd received.

"Nat, are you having an arranged marriage. I know your father and my grandfather are close. I just got a call from my father and he said that he'd spoken to my grandfather and they'd decided who I'd be marrying."

She sighed, wishing that her mother could be there. If she hadn't died maybe she'd be free to one day marry who she wanted. Kara nodded at her answer. "Well maybe I'll get to see him tonight. My father wouldn't tell me his name just that he goes to King's and he was a Heathen." Just as she'd mentioned the group, she saw Clint come out of the kitchen with a bag of chips. "Seriously, don't you have any food at the Elite mansion."

Kara shook her head and grabbed a short leather coat and put it on. "Okay so let's get a move on before I chicken out and go back to bed." She giggled at Clint before wrapping her arm around Natasha's.

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As the three of them walked in, her eyes widened. She'd been to plenty of events for the Elites but this was her first crossing lines. She was taken back by the size and decadence of the place but tried to remain focused on the people around her. She was looking for her friend and hoped that he wouldn't be too far. A drink server walked by as Kara grabbed to glasses of Champaign and swallowed hers down in one drink giving Nat the other one. "I know, I just hate being out at social stuff it's worse then when you and I did Swan Lake adaption in Kazan last year."

Just as she was about to turn around Kara felt arms around her tiny waste, his bare hands feeling the flesh that was exposed. She squealed as she spun around. Her eyes widening. She laughed as her arms wrapped around Brocks neck and she kissed him on the cheek. Pulling away, Kara walked over to her friend. "Brock this is the most beautiful woman to grace the stage." She giggled, Natasha, this is Brock a childhood friend of mine and I'm not even sure who mister tall blond and handsome is." Her cheeks flushed as he looked at her but there seemed something just under the surface that made her want to get to know him or be afraid of him.

"So Brock who is your friend?"