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@devilsxjustice​ said: [RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair. ( yelena ) SIMPLE ACTIONS | ACCEPTING

Yelena playfully rolls her eyes. Some girls would surely hate that, but she’s not a girly girl at all. She doesn’t take care of her hair very much. So instead, one he was done, she offers him a brief smirk.

“Mr. Murdock, I presume?” 

Margaret's voice is bright as she waits in the doorway to be invited in. Since her arrival, she had been thankful for the kindness of strangers to help her get on her feet. Thankfully the version of herself that lived in this timeline had already passed and it wasn’t exactly like she could rock up to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s headquarters and demand some kind of refuge.

She had to figure out her new position here and how to get what she needed without alerting too many people that would cause her to look over her shoulder. How she had landed herself in Hell's Kitchen was by total accident, a wrong stop on her coach but either way it didn't take long for her to flex her spy muscles and hear about a lawyer in particular that would be able to help her in a big way.

Apparently, he was the best. That’s exactly what Peggy needed too, someone good and apt at their job. 

Peggy needed to prove herself. The Russians hadn’t quite bought into the fact that she was loyal. The mob was still a man’s world. No woman could have the guts to do what was needed to be done. And yet she had been the one to help boost their supply. But no they needed more. Which is how she wound up with a severed finger in her hoodie pocket. 

She had been sent to send a message on the Russians behalf. Some new dealer for the Irish had crossed turf lines. Peggy thought it petty but small minded men like the ones she was working to put behind bars would always jump at the first chance they got to compare dick sizes. 

The sound of someone landing behind her made her stop in her tracks. She had heard the rumors both around the station and on the streets. She just had yet to meet the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen herself and if she was right about who was behind her, she really hated this guys timing. She needed to drop this box off and get to her check in so she could hopefully get someone to the warehouse so the newbie could get some medical attention. Just because he had been an idiot didn’t mean she thought he deserved whatever torture they were now putting him through with her out of the picture. 

Raising her hands slowly to show that she meant no harm, Peggy started to slowly turn around to face whoever had stopped her. Should she have probably ran at the sound? Sure. But that would have only delayed the inevitable and well, she usually hated when she had to run after the person she was after so why make things unnecessarily difficult?

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Cassie was wandering around the Columbia campus and trying to take everything in. She could hardly believe that she would be living in one of those brick dormitories come August or that she would be studying in one of these hallowed buildings. The whole situation was utterly surreal to her. Back in October, she had been pulling one all nighter after another buzzed on energy drinks studying for the SAT in her room back in Pasadena and, now, she was here.

It took Natasha months of thinking. Everyone had to believe she was gone for good. The day came, she faked a mission gone wrong and made sure that at least one other Avenger was present to witness the "accident". She had led Hydra to her position and shot them dead after they bombed the building she was supposed to be in. It was believed that she was caught in the building, pinned underneath the falling debris as the flames rose and engulfed her. They were told that her body couldn’t be found, that it was most likely hidden under all of the rubble or turned to ash. They had to bury an empty casket.

She knew how painful it was, but she could never imagine the pain that she felt when she witnessed her own funeral. When she watched the people she loved grieve over her while she was only feet from her family but couldn’t comfort them.

She had watched their tears streak down their faces as they stared ahead at the closed casket, their cheeks glistening under the rays of sun that shone down on them. She watched their hands tremble as they showered roses onto the gleaming lid before returning to their seats with their heads bowed low. There weren't many people, only the ones that mattered were present at the wake. Close colleagues, friends, family, former lovers...

Nat had lived a life of pain, regrets and mistakes. She didn't take the chance to live a normal life when she had the opportunity. Foolishly taking it all for granted, believing she had to do more to clear her name but no matter how hard she tried, nothing would ever be enough. Her hate for herself and her past actions were blinding, making her think she had to give up everything for the greater good.

Life as an Avenger was complicated, dangerous. Her relationship with Matt was becoming more and more difficult. Love was there, but none of them wanted to give up on their "job". The Devil of Hell's Kitchen was busy fighting in the dark and at the stand and the Widow was always out on missions.. Both of them would come home beaten black and blue and it seemed to be harder and harder to witness every time. Nat offered Matt a chance to work with her, to join the Avengers but he refused. She insisted, she really did but the answer was always the same. On the other hand, Matt tried to talk her out of her job, offering her a normal life with him working at his firm. Natasha wanted that life but it was too soon, she wasn't ready. Or at least she thought so. Eventually, what had to happen did, they parted ways, their lives too complicated to mix love and work.

It took her eight years. Eight years to finally realize the mistake she'd made. What she wanted, what she needed had been right in front of her eyes all this time and she'd turned her back on it. There wasn't a day she didn't think of Matt, how things could have turned out if she had accepted to stay. Now here she was, adjusting her coat for the third time in five minutes, looking out the window, wondering if breaking into her ex's apartment had been a good. She needed to talk to him, to apologize..

          It wasn’t an ill- famed pub in town but one that they were sure no one knew any of them, especially Dinah. She didn’t want to attract eyes nor be a prey in Hell’s Kitchen. Hand rose to her lips as she took a sip of a light booze, never anything strong with Dinah. “I feel like I have to be on guard the whole time.” she shrugged one shoulder, her eyes resting on the glass before fluttering to the lawyer. “But enough talking about me!” She gestured towards herself with a smile then tilted her head back at her friend, “What’s been happening to you lately ? Please, I hope it’s not as bad.” And she truly meant it.