#thefastmaximoff

SUPER DUPER ANGST MEME accepting 

Finding people was an art and a favored pastime really. Sometimes Natasha felt she enjoyed it a little too much and maybe she did, but what did it matter? There were worse things one could find enjoyment in after all.

 Her orders were to find these twins, last name Maximoff, Wanda and Pietro. They were quite the pair. SHIELD was gone, but Natasha still worked for Fury and when he saw a potential threat or threats she usually was the one he called. After all she was comfortable with everything. But in truth? Not always. Sometimes, especially lately she felt tired, things were still in pieces, fragments of what they had been and finding her place in this new world was an ever struggling battle. She wanted to belong, but she never felt like she did and so she was almost grateful for Fury’s calls when they came. Almost.

 Clearly being conflicted was just another part of her nature, who she was.

 She tracked the pair across the globe as they made hell and problems. She took her time, enjoying the hunt and learning them. What she learned was something else. She had read the files, but she had to see them in action to believe it. When she did, well she was impressed. Impressing the Black Widow didn’t happen often.

 She followed them back to their country of origin, Sokovia. Slavic, tiny and war torn and bullet ridden as most countries in that region tended to be. It made the Widow’s heart ache. It all hit too close to home for her on so many levels. She understood why they had been a part of protests and the like for their Motherland even if she still held issues with her own.

It took a lot to get her drunk. A lot. It also took a lot to make her want to drink, it wasn’t something she often gave into and yet other times she gave into it more. It was something she didn’t advertise either, but at the same time who else drank Russian imported vodka? She supplied it herself, but always claimed it came from Stark’s stock. He never said otherwise as though he knew or at least understood. He was the one person she knew of that got what it was like to drown your demons in the bottle. But mostly her trick was to drink enough that she just passed out and didn’t dream. She hated to dream. Either they were too good or most of the time broken memories and nightmares.

 For a while she had been okay, good even. Though after SHIELD fell and dealing with the Winter Soldier had set her back and then when Wanda played with her head, well she fell back into the hole. But she waited until it everyone was gone to bed before she went about her business in the dark, alone. However it seems alone isn’t going to happen.

 He isn’t quiet, and even close to plastered she still hears him before he even speaks. Little. A word she’s never cared for, but she knows he means no harm by it even though her foggy mind wants to say otherwise.

Wanda,

I have made a terrible mistake.

Help.

I think I’ve become the one who’s kidnapped here.

Meme {Status: Still Accepting}