#natrhodey

Hey friend, thank you for these and my apologies it's taken so long for me to answer!!

1.     Do you listen to music when you write?

I do!! I have a ton of playlists for vibes/emotions and then playlists for specific fics, so I'm never in danger of not having something to listen to.

2.     Are you a pantser or plotter?

For the most part I'm a pantser--which for those who haven't heard these terms before, a pantser is someone who sits down and just writes off of vibes and an idea, while a plotter is, you guessed it, someone who plots things out ahead of time and often uses an outline of some sort.

For some stories, especially the ones over 150k that I have in my drafts, I do use a plotting method of bullet points that helps me get the highlights of what I want to have happen during a chapter so that I can work out the cadence and the flow of the story ahead of time.

21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

For the MCU: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, Rhodey, Sam Wilson

Witcher: Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel

Teen Wolf: Stiles, Derek, Liam, Theo

DC: Clark, Bruce

22.  Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?

MCU: Steve/Tony, Tony/Bucky, Steve/Tony/Bucky, Nat/Rhodey

Witcher: Geralt/Jaskier, Eskel/Jaskier, Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier

Teen Wolf: Stiles/Derek, Theo/Liam

they had worked everything out.

natasha had told rhodey about the supersoldier serum, how she couldn't seem to age, and he had taken her hand and kissed it, told her that she'd be okay without him, one day, but that she could have him for now, for as long as he lived.

they'd thought that he would die first.

he was supposed to die first.

and then clint fell to his knees, soul stone intact and natasha nowhere to be seen, and rhodey couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would be like to die (second) (alone).

the suspense, the disbelief, the pain.

Moodboards for my new story, “Midnight in New York”, an outtake from the Letters To My Love series that focuses on Nat and Rhodey’s story. I anticipate it’ll be five chapters long to mirror the five years spanned by the events of Endgame and Letters From the Void Redux. A tiny little teaser:

They’ve been doing this for weeks now and Nat looks ground down, worn thin, and James really doesn’t know how much longer they can keep this up.

After the snap everything had gone straight to hell—roving groups of militias demanding protection payments from survivors, orphaned kids looking for safety and solid ground, and through all of it, Nat has been a rock for the city of New York and its citizens.

She’s not invulnerable though, and the blood on her brow is proof—he wipes it away and presses his lips together to bite back the things he wants to say, the things he’s said before and had brushed off by Nat’s cool demeanor and complete disregard for her own well-being.

“You’re strong for everyone else, but who’s strong for you Nat?” he murmurs as he applies the butterfly bandage, gaze flicking down to meet hers. “You’re killing yourself taking care of everyone, and you can’t keep going like this. You’ve gotta slow down,” he murmurs, hoping that maybe this time his words will get through to her.

Her gaze is steady as he pulls back and he lets his hands slip from her skin regretfully, already certain that he’s overstepped her boundaries. Nat stares at him for a long moment and then smiles wanly and slips off the bathroom counter where she’d been sitting so he could clean and dress the wound on her head from their patrol tonight.

james rhodes is an army man turned activist.

it shouldn’t work.

(it does.)

they keep running into each other, at fundraisers and even the odd party. they’re not quiet about it, either, sometimes seeking each other out, natasha flirting and rhodey laughing.

it’s covered in the papers, too, because natasha can’t go anywhere without at least one photographer trailing in her wake, and when rhodey wraps an arm around her waist and takes her out for coffee, well - people notice.

rumors fly, and neither of them say a word, keeping their smiles mysterious and lips zipped.

behind closed doors, they end up entwined together, laughter swirling in the air.

nobody else knows.

The Rules: share the last line of your work in progress, then tag as many people as there are words in it.

I’m a cheater so here’s the last three lines of my unpublished NatRhodey fic “Midnight in New York”:

“Ever since that day when we watched everyone turn to ash right in front of us, I see it everytime I close my eyes,” Nat says quietly, her hands knotted together in her lap as she stares out at the grounds of the compound, the shriek of cicadas loud in the silence between them.

“How do you deal with that?” James finally asks, and his voice creaks, low and weary and as aged as he feels.

“I open my eyes and look at you.”