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             laughter  filled  the  air  as  the  two  ran  through  outlying  pasture ,    orange  soot  kicked  up  with  each  step .    speed  might  of  been  wraith’s  ally ,    but  illusion  always  favored  him .    a  body  ran  across  nearby    &    she  made  a  sharp  turn ,    catching  the  glimpse  of  interference  in  the  double’s  silhouette  when  it  was  far  too  late .    arms  suddenly  caught  her  frame ,    yanking  the  brunette  back    &    into  the  grass  besides  him .    raven  locks  fell  from  their  binds ,    splashed  out  across  pale  features  .     ❛    i  thought  you  said  you  weren’t  gonna  use  your  holo !  ❜        

                      knowledge  is  limited  to  that  from  old  medical  journals    &   rudimentary  science  textbooks,    but  her  memory  is  a  bit  hazy,    previous  life  now  stuck  behind  thick  clouds.    body  loomed  over  him,    soft  tendrils  falling  from  her  shoulder  to  dangle  over  his  features.   gentle  hands  went  his  cheeks,    distance  between  their  features  closed  as  she  peered  into  his  eyes,    searching  for  tell - tale  signs  of  damage.    ❛    blink  a  little.    i  heard  your  pupils  won’t  dilate  if  you  have  a  concussion.           are  you  feeling  tired  mr. stark ?      ❜

✧°˖ VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS / ACCEPTING. ❜ ( @wardebted )

           i won’t let anything –– anyone –– hold me back. if that were as true as she claims, would they even be HAVING this conversation. if she REALLY meant it, wouldn’t she have returned to her gear, the other new recruits, put DISTANCE between them? but she lingers, and that’s the biggest MISTAKE she could make. 

she doesn’t like how EXPOSED she feels, and it’s not the sub suit without armor plating that has left her feeling vulnerable. it wouldn’t do much good seeing as he’s worked his way PAST her personal armor. would a single night live on to HAUNT her for the rest of her life? –– charlotte had AVOIDED personal relationships every step of the way, until that night. she wasn’t the type to say FUCK IT or throw it all away, but just looking at him, her mind kept circling back to how she felt just hours ago, before the call, before the project. light, warm, HAPPY. ( charlotte, when was the last time you let yourself feel happy? officer school, the unsc, those were achievements. true happiness had been absent since she left and never came back… ) 

✧°˖ VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS / ACCEPTING. ❜ ( @wardebted )

his words are NOT meant to bring her harm, she knows that. a matter of fact, attempting to put things into perspective. he could have just as easily said YOU’RE THE BEST, CAROLINA ––– YOU DON’T NEED THEM. but these words stir anger, adding to the sting of betrayal. washington’s voice hangs HEAVY in her chest, threatening to suffocate her until she rips off her helmet. HOW could he choose them? her jaw clenches; she wants to SCREAM. after EVERYTHING the director put them through, all of them ––– this was BIGGER than her. this was bigger than him. for maine, for the twins, connie, for york... 

but HOW could she think he was actually going to help her? she REMEMBERS sidewinder, more vividly than she’d ever admit to. the shock of her system as eta and iota were PULLED, nerves fried on the spot and scars winding down her spine. the air drawn from her lungs as her body was FLUNG over that cliff, and a voice. SOMEONE else had been there. someone else saw what maine –– what the META –– had done. and no one came for her. and all that time YORK had believed she was still out there. she didn’t deserve his aid, could she BLAME him for not going to look for her ––– but still, it HURTS. no one was ever there to save her. he was right about that. this was HER mission to carry, personal vendetta or not. 

she’d see it through. even on her own. no matter WHAT it cost. after all, what else did she have to LOSE? project freelancer had taken everything from her. she’d been stripped of EVERYTHING she was before she was carolina. there was nothing to go back to. no life to try and make once all of this was over. if it was reckless, if it was a SUICIDE MISSION, then at least it was her life to sacrifice this time. 

𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘'𝐒  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  but  it  is  met  with  a  gaze  of  mild  indifference  from  the  black  widow,   a  spider  unwilling  to  rise  to  the  bait.   instead,   she  turns  away,  idle  hands  set  about  their  task,  tightening  weaponry  in  hidden  sheath  and  holster  alike,  calibrating  electronics  to  prepare  for  a  fight.   a   spark   catches  the  air   ——   ozone  stings  from  current arced  in  brilliant  blue,   and  only  then  does  a  smile  touch  her  lips,  deactivated  bites  fizzle  into  vapor.    

           ❛   all  men  are  bastards,  stark  ——   ❜     her  back  stands  solidly  to  him,  and  amusement  is  kept  from  her  tone.  let  him  think  she’s  angry   —   let  him  wonder  what  that  means   (  once  upon  a  time,  he’d  been  her  target,  what  would  that  look  like  now ?  ).       ❛   ——  especially  you.   ❜    

okay,   there’s  slight  delight  that  sees  its  way  through  her  words  as  they  hang  on  the  end  of  that  statement,  but  natasha  would  bet  it’s  nowhere  near  the  first  time  he’d  had  that  word  thrown  in  his  face.  an  apt  moniker,  some  might  even  say  —  perhaps  not  in  relation  to  his  parentage,   but  his  reputation.    

        ❛   i  wasn’t  being  serious,  anyway,   ❜    finally,  slowly,  they  face  each  other  once  more,  the  widow  satisfied  with  her  checks,  and  nerves  scratching  too  insistently  at  her  to  maintain  the  facade.      ❛   you  know,  like  —   remind  me  that  i  still despise  you.    though,   actually,  that  might  be  true.    ❜     sweet,  sweet  smile  softens  the  would-be  blow  of  such  an  implication.  don’t  let  her  fool  you,  tony,  it’s  all  in  fun  !    

             (  ——probably  )

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