#redheadedarcher

“It’ll be fine - so long as the power doesn’t go out.”

              ❛ ─ aye kid, why the long face? ❜ he had to break himself of that habit. referring to the scarlet as a kid. she was far from it. and yet, he just couldn’t bring himself to actually DO IT. ❛ it really ain’t that bad. just a scratch, no biggie. ❜

        ‘  we could always use more heroes.  ’ that’s not where her problem laid. zatanna had no problem with the influx of heroes, or vigilantes, considering you could never have enough. her problem was with the generation that wanted to do it simply for fame. while you did garner a following from the heroics, that should never be a reason to do it. the priority was always to protect the innocent, save the world. at least that’s what she thought.

“That’s already our first clue then, right ??” She looked at the older woman quickly, before turning her gaze back to the scene in which they stood. “That means that the person who did this was someone who had access to this place.”  It was an easy conclusion to come, especially after so many years of watching the investigation series and having followed real cases with real professionals. “Our list of suspects must be much smaller than we had expected at the beginning.

she arches a brow as she looks over at her. she took in all the same things she did, but something feels wrong about the assessment. she hums low.

          🕷   ❝    UNFORTUNATELY   i don’t think i can fix that.  or not at least without the spare parts needed.       ❞ he admitted, grimacing in frustration of what he was looking at in his hands. 

No matter how common injuries were, how many times Scarlett turned up with a busted lip or even a broken limb, all Natasha felt each and every time was despair and white-hot rage. All she wanted to do was to tear the world to pieces and murder whoever had touched her little girl.

         (She’d done it too, once. She’d taken a hammer to a cabinet Scarlett kept banging her head on during her growth spurt. Clint had opened his mouth, seen the fury in Natasha’s eyes, then closed his mouth back up.)

         It had been easier, when Scarlett was younger. A band-aid and a kiss, then encouragement for her to get back up. Back when Scarlett was Black Hawk, she’d still been young enough that Natasha could get away with some smothering, interrogations and training. More often than not, she’d steer away from mother and into agent, and hadn’t that been so very fun to figure out?

         Now, she knew better. She hated it, but she knew better. Knew she had to keep herself from interrogating her daughter and taking matters into her own hands, knew not to come at her too intensely and trying to fix everything. Ironically, in those moments, she should return to old habits: band-aids, a kiss, encouragement.

         It didn’t mean she couldn’t pry a little, though, especially when Scarlett’s usual verbosity was nowhere to be seen.