we all burn .

< ❝ — — YOU SCARED ME. ❞ >  Mumbled with an artlessness that hinges loose even for him, a rushed exhale of the breath he didn’t realize he’s been holdin’ white - knuckled ‘til he lets it go.  IT’S CERTAINLY IMPOSSIBLE TO LIE T’ HER but he wouldn’t know because he’s never tried.

Sweaty hair escapes the tattered braid released by the rough tug of the cowl backward, but he’s movin’ too fast to register that or anythin’ else except the solid shelf of her hip and how it fits undeniable in the desperate pull of his palm, except the jewel - bright confirmation he gets the briefest glimpse of before he tips their lips together like he maybe still needs convincin’ because he does.

❝ You’re okay ? ❞

@roamanova​

SHE’S OKAY ONLY IF SHE WILLS IT.   ——-    One of her tricks, long mastered in the art of pulling herself upright to rectify any lethargy that left her in such a state. James draws her closer to him and she’s all the more thankful for it.    (    Excusing shallow breaths her revolting, cracked ribs, collarbone, and arm demand.    ) 

Natasha presses her palm to his cheek, some fleeting breathless smile pressed to him like the thick fabric of her suit holding her together.    (    He helps here too, but more on that later.    )    While one stays tight to her side, the hand free to move does just that with a line traced against the turn of his jaw and another kiss sought in spite of her next breath. 

🕷️

SISTERS  OR  FOES   ?      easier  answer  is  neither.     no  familial  bond,    she  doesn’t  want  one.     𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳,    nor  considered.    a  bond  that  exists  only  when  suitable,    convenience  speaking  the  final  word.      pоманова    .  .  .      some  would  say  𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙎,    but  others  would  say  COMPLEMENT.    treacherous  waters  they’re  walking  on,     she  fears  to  step  on  glass,    and  ruin  the  little  bit  of  amicable  demeanor  they’ve  been  having.      ❝     Я никогда не пойму, почему ты это сделал      .  .  .      there  were  other  ways      ——       it’s  been  so  long,    but  i  still  wonder       :      Почему  ?    ❞ 

@roamanova·      »      𝐒𝐂.

APOLOGY FINDS NO HOME ON HER LIPS ,   rendered inhabitable. Now she knows waking required for a Selichot is no issue, yet she still swallows herself whole in the translation. But long before Natasha has understood mercy in cruelty, the art in which they so often cohabitate. Her most valued lesson passed on    ——-    the act of becoming relies on both.    

“    You ask again, but your logic is flawed.    ”

(    You stole me from me. A kindness.    )    

“    You were wrong, little one,    ”    she speaks finally, without malice or guilt.    (    A bullet awaits. You stole me from me. The transfer of hands, identity found in the decimation of false claims of control.    )    Forgiveness requires ritual following a transgression, liberation requires steps forward.    “    ——-    You believed yourself to be yours at all.    ”

good morning natasha’s relationship with shield ended with her killing a room full of people including her handler at the time. she barely gave a shit about it before, she certainly does not now. natasha is not, never has been, a company gal !