*breaks The Law* *duct Tapes It Back Together*

mutuals are always welcome to bother nat on wire at madeofmarblex

imagine that you're given two options, both equally bad but one just a little less painful. live in hell and never see your children again, or live in hell and get to raise your children. a literal rock and a hard place, but for natasha, it was a no-brainer that she was going to pick the option that resulted in keeping the twins and watching them grow up. even if that meant having to live a lie. having to answer to the people she despised most of all. there were times when she tried to forget the chaos that they were living in, times when she was able to pretend that they were just the quintessential suburban families. spoilers, this wasn't one of those times.

there's a thoughtful sigh as natasha finds her way onto the edge of the bed, hands carefully placed into her lap as she considers the best answer. james was so much better at this part of parenting then she was. he'd had parents to base his parenting off... she'd had the red room. but she knows offering to have someone to take them out isn't an appropriate first reaction.

"these children have a way of being mean that is beyond anything we could know." it's a genuine answer despite knowing the world that they are living. "the situation we were put in does not make you any less real."

do better natasha.

"you are the farthest thing from fake. what brought this on?"

A   normal   life   was   never   going   to   be   easy   to   adjust   to.    She   knew   that   much   when   they   had   been   PLACED   in   the   town   for   security.    It   wasn't   even   the   matter   of   their   parents   leaving   from   time   to   time   when   missions   called   for   it.    It   was   the   fact   that   they   still   felt   like   the   odd   one   out   now   that   they   were   out.    Friends   were   hard   to   come   by   even   now   ,   which   had   ultimately   been   was   brought   the   young   girl   home   from   school   with   an   INTENSE   FOCUS   set   on   taking   her   to   the   confines   of   her   room.

The   knock   of   the   door   doesn't   STARTLE   her   ,   but   instead   pulls   her   from   the   mean   comment   that   they   had   seen   scribbled   on   their   locker.    The   same   one   that   had   stuck   in   their   memory   all   day   long.    Jaw   setting   tightly   before   granting   access   to   whoever   was   on   the   other   side   of   the   door.    Seeing   that   it   was   understandably   her   mother   ,   she   sighed   when   asked   if   she   wanted   to   talk.    At   least   this   part   seemed   100%   by   the   books   of   the   normal   American   family.    “   They   called   me   fake.   ”    She   finally   admitted   ,   hands   holding   one   of   the   teddy   bears   that   sat   posed   on   her   bed.    “   &   there   not   even   wrong.    None   of   them   have   the   slightest   clue   who   I   am.   ”

need soft things for the rough day i've had. if you might be interested just give this a little like.

i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t come back and say let’s do the darn thing. press the heart to talk shipping with nat, priority will be given to those willing to interact and develop both ic / ooc. pre-established or building relationships both welcome.

tailing her was an easy mark, and perhaps natasha had gotten too comfortable, which resulted in getting too close. it was no secret that she could lie with the best of them and perhaps that was what she needed to do but it seemed easier to tell the truth. "following you? technically, i suppose you could call it that, but i could also promise you, i'm the least of your worries."

starter for @madeofmarblex from Becca

———————— ❝ I'm sorry are you...are you following me?❞ becca turns to face the woman finally sick of sensing her on her tail. honestly, she was just trying to find a nice place for lunch but...she's got time. ❝ You should know, I don't take very kindly to people in my personal space.❞

how does a starter call sound?

open starter for mutuals

safety came in many forms when entering natasha's home, it began with the utter darkness that consumed each room other than the light from the moon that crept through the curtains. there was the knife kept by the bedside, and the pistol between the mattress and the box spring. people there was the occasional piece of furniture that jutted just enough into a walkway to trip someone who wasn't aware of the layout. and there was the creak of the door that she hadn't felt the need to fix.

she sat in silence, unmoving, sleep still in her voice as she spoke to the intruder. "you've got a lot of nerve coming this late without a head's up."

“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ & ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏɢ ғᴏʀ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣 — 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇ & ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏs/ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, + 𝟸𝟷 ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs; ᴏᴄ, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴀᴜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ & ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ, ᴇsᴛ. 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻 & ʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹; 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊, 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙!

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