B L A C K W I D O W

            A SOFT LAUGH filled the air at her words — it differed from the usual chuckles he gave, mischievous and laced with tinges of schadenfreude. he was now genuinely amused by a cause other than himself — the oddities of the evening only PILED UP.

     “ this world, i’ll admit- it’s very strange compared to that of my own. ” things here were INSIGNIFICANT, mundane and simple. on asgard, everything had a PURPOSE, every little detail was IMPORTANT and NECESSARY and everything was always GRAND. at times it seemed as if midgard couldn’t be any more different.

             “ do mortals enjoy it simply because they know of nothing else ? ”

“I’M NOT SURE. I don’t know if I fall into that category so I’m unable to answer” there’s a STARK honesty to her words. no point hiding what is COMMON KNOWLEDGE, she doesn’t age like humans, yet she is not immortal, WHERE DOES SHE FIT IN?   “I suppose some people do. We live on a small, relativity peaceful planet and most think aliens don’t exist”   She sips on the coffee again, a glance towards the god towering over her, THE GOD OF LIES before the widow who makes her life of LYING

  It’s been a long day filled with boring meetings and interviews, his head is a whirlwind of demons and bad thoughts and all Tony wants to do is h u n t down a bottle of jack and hide a w a y in his laboratory however that plan seems to of been thwarted by Natasha who is sitting in his living room surrounded by bottles of previously h i d d e n alcohol. He’d been alerted to her presence the second he’d landed on the launch pad, he’d called ahead to access J.A.R.V.I.S to see if he’d be alone.   The A.I whirrs to life and the mechanic makes his way into the living area, brown eyes watching the widow with c a u t i o n. He’s learned time and time again to be careful when she’s in a mood like this because whilst he knows she would never hurt him so bad to do actual damage, he also knows that her moods can be unpredictable.

     THE THING IS, HE HAS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HER THAN THE OTHERS. Sure she seems closer to Steve but he knows what it’s like in her head, a permanent war zone. Tony is aware of this because it’s exactly what his mind is like. ‘ Not one word ‘, The sarcastic genius wants to retort but something tells him that he should keep his mouth shut and so he simply takes a seat beside her, searching for a bottle that has something left in it. 

      He manages to find a half drunk bottle of whiskey and takes a long drink before turning his face to meet her eyes.  ❝ How about four words?.❞ It’s a joke but a w e a k one at that.  ❝Relax Romanoff, we can just sit here in silence.❞

SHE WONDERS IDLY, IF HE EVER THOUGHT HE COULD REALLY HIDE SOMETHING FROM HER, perhaps he was idiotic enough to believe it. 28. 28 bottles of different kinds of alcohol had been found throughout the last FORTY EIGHT hours and 20 of them CONSUMED. her system, HATED IT, it protested with NAUSEA and GROANS, yet that forced the next bottle to her hands. 

His words cause a SCOWL as she lifts the bourbon to her lips (IT PROBABLY COST MORE THAN SHES WORTH BUT SHE CAN’T FIND IT IN HERSELF TO CARE)  “That was TWELVE”  She lefts the bottle sit on the floor, HEAD BETWEEN HER LEGS & HANDS HIDDEN IN BLOODIED WAVES “I am GENUINELY not in the mood for SARCASM or HUMOR & I am STILL armed to the teeth from Fridays mission”   WHEN WAS FRIDAY? not yesterday of course but the day before? THIS WAS A PROBLEM and one she couldn’t seem to FIX. 

THINGS I OWE;  This is just so people can know that they have things coming in the next weekish

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      The brunette hears her coming, scent wafting into the room, only getting stronger as she approaches. Her eyes widen marginally, but she doesn’t turn until she’s addressed. And the second her name is said out loud, her heart nearly stops. A turn of the head and she’s looking right at the redhead, anger evident in her expression; blowing right past suspicion. “How do you know my name?”

      IT’S UNSETTLING; she hasn’t been in one of these moods for a while and so Tony’s a little on edge. It’s nothing m a j o r, these moods always seemed to blow over in the end.  ❝It’s my lab, i can stare if i want.❞ STUBBORN WORDS FOR A STUBBORN MAN, although he does avert his eyes but only so he can focus on the blue p r i n t s in front of him.  ❝Are you JUST going to sit there all day with a black cloud above your head? o n l y the last time Thor visited he almost tore my lab in half and i’m not ready for another lightening storm.❞ IT’S HIS TRADEMARK SMIRK, just because she’s the object of his a f f e c t i o n did not mean that she had escaped his sarcastic humour.

THE DAMAGE THAT HAD BEEN DONE UNDER THE MOUNTAIN was enough to drive even the strongest to breaking point. although they had been freed and she was dead it still didn’t stop those NIGHT TERRORS slipping through in the darkness, reminding them what had been endured to reach this point. rhysand himself was PLAGUED with nightmares, his mind betraying him most by making him watch his inner circle being tortured or watching as she pinned him down by his wings and tore them apart slowly and carefully. so he spent MANY A NIGHT wandering rather than sleeping, it was easier to avoid sleep than wake with such nightmares that WRETCHING and sweat followed. his attention turned back to natasha, allowing her those moments of composure. his brow arched at the word that left her lips. rhysand exhaled while shaking his head, ❝do NOT apologise, you have nothing to be sorry for. i only wish that i had DONE more to get them —- us out sooner.❞ violet eyes full of SORROW his hand stroked down the groove of her spine.

     That glare is a warning and Tony knows better than to push his luck. They’ve learned ways to cope together when one of t h e m is drowning in the abyss but there are still times when Tony knows better than to open his mouth. Instead he pours her a cup of coffee and places it on top of the surface near her without so much as a w o r d. WORDS AREN’T NEEDED HERE. Dum-E whirrs to life, and the lights turn on accompanied by the sound of J.A.R.V.I.S soothing voice.  ❝Welcome home sir.❞ Tony mutters something in reply to that, brown eyes focused on the widow to make sure she was okay.