kickasscurls whispered:
(because reasons) She reached up, curling her fingers around his wrist. "Stay. Just a little longer, please?"

askagentsitwell:

askagentsitwell:

Wrist:Fear of losing you

"Of course."  

"But you aren’t losing me, Natasha." 

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"I don’t think that… and you don’t think that so … what are we talking about exactly?" 

"Nothing." She said defensively, suddenly wishing she hadn’t reached for him so desperately the way she had a moment ago. “Forget I said anything, just the watch the rest of this episode with me, OK?” She made more than enough room for him on the sofa.

askagentsitwell:

kickasscurls:

"Was that so long ago that you can’t tell me the fascinating details?" Her eyes brows bounced, almost daring him to be a smart ass. "You’re not that old that you forgot, are you?"

Jasper laughed, “I suppose I can embarrass myself and tell you about the first time that we ever met.  Did you ever get to work out of the old barbershop or was that abandoned by the time you joined up?” 

"The one that’s been there since the 60s?" She grinned. She didn’t ever had the pleasure of using it, but had heard stories. Not exactly the most secure location from what she understood. 

PSA: I will NOT be changing my URL for Halloween.

Because is hard enough to find all the threads as it is without changing urls, KWIM?

tiltheendofthelinepal:

kickasscurls:

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"You do? Do you remember how to have fun and eat hot dogs and cotton candy, too?" She smirked, looking down at the roller coaster cars. "Cyclone, huh?" She reached for his hand, tugging him towards an open car. "Sounds like a piece of cake, yeah?"

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"The level of sarcasm that you have astounds me at times, Ms Romanova," He answered her, arching his brow for a moment as he allowed himself to be dragged over to the ride. "Cyclone?" He asked, his brow creasing as he seemed to search for something. Something at important. "Cyclone…I’ve heard that before.”

"Really? Because this is just level 6 on the sarcasm scale, you should see the sass I gave Steve when he and I first started working together." She smiled, still holding his hand as they moved forward. "It’s the most famous coaster on Coney Island, James. It’s been here since 1927." Which was exacly why she’d picked it. 

diekleineamsel whispered:
"How lucky can they be? They're dead."

diekleineamsel:

kickasscurls:

"I’d take being dead over this."

She smirked when the phone rang. Gretchen knew Natasha was skilled, but that was faster than expected.

She waited, openly attempting to listen in.

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She couldn’t stop herself from smirking when she heard Natasha’s end of the call, glancing over at the rather disgusting looking stain that marred the bedspread, cautiously optimistic their new room would be leagues better.

This was child’s play. Kindergarten spy stuff. The hotel didn’t even have a decent firewall in place to prevent. She could have hacked it with her eyes closed.

"The Chairman’s Suite?" She had no idea what that was but it sounded very good. "Yes, I think that should do fine." Tasha smiled, giving Gretchen a thumbs up. "Oh, no. Stop apologizing, this wasn’t your fault." she said into the phone. Alright, maybe she went overboard on the planted info. But the front desk man was a jackass and it was fun to hear him grovel. "We like to travel incognito." 

diekleineamsel whispered:
Let’s get drunk.

diekleineamsel:

kickasscurls:

kickasscurls:

"That is a horrible idea."

"But I agree."

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"And in my defense, it seemed utterly impossible no matter how much vodka was involved."

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"Well, now we can both say we know better, and maybe we can prevent it from happening again this time."

"I think that depends on how much vodka is involved this time around, don’t you?"

kickasscurls whispered:
"I don't know how you survived such hardship."

backoffbub:

"Used to be I wasn’t sure if I was really lucky or really unlucky, but the truth is…luck of any kind is bullshit.  I survived because I was supposed to. Everything in my past got me to this point with you, Natasha, and no matter how this baby came to be, it’s because we both survived.”

She’d actually been trying to give him a hard time, tease him about the plane ride to Europe but then he had to go and say that.

"Are you going all thoughtful and sweet on me, Logan?” She rolled her head to look at him, a small smile on her lips. “You better be careful. What if I get used to it and get expectations.” 

quxll:

      Wouldn’t. But it’s usually not completely out of thin
       air, and besides, I just wanted to see your reaction
       because I sort of liked that quote.”

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"People say a lot of things about me, Mr. Quill. Just like I’m sure they say things about you. How often are the accusations against you entirely accurate?" Testing her reaction? Not a wise plan.

quxll:

kickasscurls:

"No one really knows why they’re fucked up. It was a rhetorical question.”

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And when he made that face, he looked like a grumpy cat, too.

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      “Yeah, but rhetorical questions are sort of dumb.
       Not that I don’t get them, I just don’t like them. If
       someone asks a question, there’d be some sort 
       of answer. Or maybe I just like to talk too much.
       I’ve been told that.” 

"You actually believe you know why you’re messed up?" Nat didn’t buy that for a second. He seemed like the sort who was too concerned with looking ‘cool’ to be self aware on that level. 

kickasscurls whispered:
People in hell want slushies.

regenerable:

      That must make me queen of hell!  I love slushies!

"Claire, it’s just an expression.” Meaning you can’t always get what you want. Like more pets, Padawan!

kickasscurls whispered:
"Oh, stop fussing! I'm fine, really!"

cap-out-of-time-redux:

kickasscurls:

cap-out-of-time-redux:

"I’m allowed to fuss a little, Tash."

She wanted to bat his hand away, but she allowed him to check her over. “I’ve fallen farther and been fine. Nothing’s broken so quit being such a mother hen, Steven.”

"Well, forgive me for wanting to be sure, Natasha. You’re as bad as I used to be about playing injuries down, so I know better than to just take your word."

"I have to worry about more than just myself now, Steve. I’m being careful, more careful anyway." She reminded him, relaxing as he looked her over. "But don’t tell James I did that. He’ll make that face he makes , you know the one." 

commander-steve:

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"Try it again. I know for a fact that can’t be right.”

"I’ll admit you surprise me at times, but trust me on this. It’s got to be right.

kickasscurls whispered:
♦♦♦

thewintersamson:

thewintersamson:

Send me ‘♦♦♦’ and I’ll randomly generate a number between 1 and 23 to see what our muses are up to!

Our muses are attempting to sneak out together without anyone realizing it.

As much as James loved being dragged to these ‘Avengers Team Bonding Movie Night’ things, he couldn’t help but be distracted all night long. He’d seen Nat on the opposite couch the moment he’d arrived, but chosen to ignore her. He wasn’t sure what all she’d told her new friends about their past or where they stood now. He certainly hadn’t broken the news to Steve yet.

It had only been about a month since he’d had his memories restored by the Cube, but it had felt like an eternity. It was a collision of two worlds he’d never expected to collide, alongside the addition of this new world he was still learning. It was a struggle to try to reconcile the three, and the one person that always helped was Natalia.

He felt like a wistful teenager, sneaking glances across the room at her, trying to be discreet. She hadn’t come to sit with him, nor did he expect her too. It was all new- or was it old?- which made everything that much more intense. James was never sure how much she remembered of him, but he remembered her perfectly.

At a particularly boring moment in the movie, James stood up with a yawn. “I’m gonna make myself a drink. Anyone want anything?” The kitchen was two rooms away from the living room, making it the perfect place to get away. Whether she followed or not, he needed an escape.

Jaw clenching harshly, James took another swig of his drink before letting it clink down on the counter. He took in a deep breath, trying to remain composed. When he needed to be, such as on a mission, James was all business. Never revealing emotion. Eyes on the prize. But he’d spent so many years without that ability, so many years trapped. Now he wasn’t going to deny himself the ability to emote. Especially not in front of Natalia.

"Sure," he murmured, not bothering to hide the emotion from his face. If someone else were to enter, he’d certainly respect Nat’s privacy, but for now he was baring all. As he began to prepare her drink, he found his back to her. Softly, almost in a whisper, he murmured, "And I’m not the Soldier anymore, мало паук.”

However well he tried to ensure his outward distress was, she picked up on it easily. She said nothing, however, not wanting to upset him further. She sat in near silence, considering what was happening here. What they had been, what they were now,were two entirely different people than they had been.

But he was still so much as she’d remembered him. Natasha couldn’t help but remember the way he’d used to climb in through her window, risking death or worse to be with her.  She’d never forgotten, not after all these years. She never would.  The Winter Soldier, the man who’d once been her reason to risk everything, was utterly impossible to forget.

She got off the counter, moving closer to him as he made her drink. Natasha heard what he’d said, her own voice matching his hushed tone. "Well then." she reached in front of him, taking hold the glass before he let go of it. <”Where does that leave us now?”>

thewintersamson whispered:
"You don't even want to be saved, do you?"

thewintersamson:

kickasscurls:

"There’s a difference between wanting to be saved and needing it. I don’t need it, and we both know it.”

James swallowed harshly as he looked at her, heard the words fall from her lips. He knew how she felt. Knew what it was like to look at the person you’d supposedly once cared for, someone telling you that you’d loved them, and not knowing them. He’d felt it with her. He’d felt it with Steve. He’d felt it with nearly every person he encountered while under Soviet control.

His heart died to look at her. This must’ve been what they’d felt. What Natalia had felt more times than he knew. James simply assumed that the times he was aware of seeing her were just the tip of the iceberg to the number of times they truly met. So much had been wiped. Much of it was retrievable. Some things never would be.

"Why?" he rasped out, trying his hardest to remain calm. Every instinct in his body itched to reach out, to touch her. He was resisting, but it was hard to fight off something that he’d done for over 55 years. "Why would you do that? It will only bring you pain. Take it from someone who knows."

She didn’t remember the pain falling in love with Department X’s secret weapon had brought her. How she had risked her life and his for a few stolen moments with him. How hey’d been caught, and he’d been torn away from her, stuffed inside a stasis tube where she’d been helpless, useless to save him.

But she was sure she had loved him, both decades ago and more recently. She was not the sort of woman would would stay with a man for so long if she didn’t. “Do you think I’m afraid of pain?” Natasha asked, almost surprised that he had the audacity to assume he knew what she was feeling. “Do you think I couldn’t…handle this. Handle you? Handle us?!” Her voice rose sharply. “I needed to know. I needed to know why I had to move out of my apartment because the way the it smelled was driving me crazy. I needed to know why red roses make me feel lonely. I needed to know why the rain makes me want to cry.”

Her lips curled down into a harsh, angry frown. “I needed to know what sort of person would just…leave like that. I assumed he’d be a monster or an asshole but…”She picked her head up, looking him right in the eyes. “Turns out he was just another coward who thinks he knows what’s best for me better than I do myself.” She didn’t mean it, but dammit how could he be such an idiot?