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fun fact, nat is the “who did this to you? it doesn’t matter i’ll kill them all.” type of person for the people she cares about.

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there's a hum as she acknowledges that she is indeed standing before him. even if there are moments that she cannot believe it herself. "i suppose i should feel honored that you've come to see if i'm still alive. surely you had better things to do?" her voice is flat, lacking the usual sarcasm that would have once been littered with smirks as though she had just won the top prize. "we both know, i've always been far too stubborn for my own good, i wasn't going to be out that easily."

the books painted out a poetic fallacy of a romanticised red thread that connected people and brought them back into each others orbits time and time again.

the reality of the situation wasn't quite as refined; it was a red thread that lashed them together in spite of each other, tying them to a leaden anchor that would probably down them both in the end.

' i was never one for rumours, ' alexei offered after a few long moments, blue eyes raking over the woman a few metres away, ' i wanted to see for myself whether the stories were true or not. '

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜ says @sh1elded

"goodbye?" she let's out a twinkle of a laugh that matches some of the mischief in her eyes. "come on now, rogers, don't tell me that you're going all soft on me." a gentle elbow is given to his side as she says it, knowing that as much as she wished she could joke her way through this, it wasn't that easy. "i know it's not the perfect solution, but we both know it's safer and more effective if we split up."

fun fact time for you on this sunday. for some reason, natasha is always cold, and, more often than not, will hide under a blanket when she has the time. that means, for the people she's in a relationship with, she'll cuddle on the couch or in the bed and will find a way to shove her toes under her partner's legs to help keep them warm.

        ANGER   WAS   :                                  BETTER   THAN   TEARS                                     BETTER   THAN   GRIEF                                     BETTER   THAN   GUILT

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there's the smallest smile that graces her lips as she spots him, but as quickly as it's appeared, it's gone. as if the whole look had been a figment of imagination — a trick of the light. "if you tell me what's going on, there's a better chance that i can help you."

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

"[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears" says @sxrgeant

contrary to popular belief, there's nothing poetic about coming back from the dead. for natasha it was like being dipped in water from the top of her head to the toes on her feet. chills surrounding her when she found herself back on earth. remembering that she'd been falling and then suddenly she was home. she should be fortunate, she should consider it a blessing. that's what people kept telling her. but natasha can't—no matter how hard she tries—she can't find it in herself to feel anything but frustration that the sacrifice she had made and the peace she had believed she would find were gone. and then the sadness comes in waves that despite her best efforts, natasha can't find the joy to be reunited with the people who love her and mourned her.

time. anyone she told these feelings to had sworn that with time she would feel better. but how the hell would they know?

her eyes are raised, feeling as heavy as her heart, staring at him for a moment, almost unaware that she had been crying. there's a shaky exhale as the palms of her hands come up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry, james. i'm not much fun to be around these days."

maybe she needed to get back to work, find a place where she could do more good rather than staring at the four walls that surrounded her, claiming that she was retired.

Natasha Romanoff & Scott Lang @particlexxdealer