Hey there! Do you have a fic or a ship that you would like a moodboard for but don't know who to turn to? Pick me!!
I love making moodboards for my own fics, and have made them before for my friends, and in the past for MTH. I am willing to make moodboards for any of the ships listed in my auction information below, but also any other ship or character not mentioned!
I am firmly anti-censorship and pro-fic so please do not be afraid to reach out and ask if I would be willing to create something for your favorite ship or character. You may contact me here on tumblr @crownofstardustandbone (my main blog) or on Discord at the same username!
As an example, here is one of the moodboards I created for my fic series "Take Me, Break Me, Remake Me"
– Digital Work –
Auction ID: 2026
Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - Any Universe James “Rhodey” Rhodes/Natasha Romanov - Any Universe Joaquín Torres/Sam Wilson - Any Universe Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - Any Universe Frank Castle/Karen Page - Any Universe
Work Description: I am offering three to five moodboards for any of the listed ships or any ship of your choice, or for a fic of your choice. I generally make between three to five moodboards when creating something for my own fics or for others, simply because I like options and find that having different vibes of moodboards is helpful to matching the vibe of the ship/fic that is being created for. My past moodboards can be found here.
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit
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Hey anon, thank you for the ask!! I am currently working on some fics!
Razorblade Without a Handle (stuckony) E-Rated, unpublished
This is a no powers AU taking place in present day New York City. Steve and Tony are in a pre-existing relationship and have been together for 20+ years. Steve is 45 and Tony is 55, so they are some sexy silver foxes when they run into (literally) Bucky. In a "meet ugly" Steve and Tony hit Bucky with their car, and soon after their lives and their hearts become entangled. Bucky is a 22 year old high school dropout working multiple jobs to pay rent on his shitty little apartment and put his sister Bex through college, and he has no idea why a billionaire CEO and his world renown artist/activist husband are interested in him, but he's selfish enough to hang onto what they have for as long as he can.
Lots of trigger warnings for this, but I'm really excited to post it when it's ready!
I'm Bitter Like Whiskey (You're Sweet Like Wine) (Jaime x Sansa) rating undetermined, unpublished
Post Season 8, Jaime lives and stays at Winterfell to serve the Queen in the North, Sansa Stark. Jaime wanders the halls and walls of Winterfell each night, the screams of the King's Landing populace ringing in his ears, the scent of burning flesh invading his sense. He cannot sleep and so he wanders--until one night he finds the Queen in the library, also seemingly unable to sleep. When she shares her desire to protect herself, to prevent anyone from harming her ever again, Jaime offers to train her in hand to hand and bladed combat. Sparks fly, and two broken people find a way to heal together.
Midnight in New York (Natasha x Rhodey) e-rated, unpublished
In this follow up to the Letters from the Void Redux, we explore the relationship between Nat and Rhodey over the same five years that LFTVR tracks for Steve and Tony. After Tony's return and the split between the Avengers deepens, Nat takes on the responsibility for protecting the citizens of NYC from the increasing chaos caused by Thanos's snap. She works at it alone until Rhodey returns and refuses to leave, their shared sorrow and grief bringing them together in a bond that will persist through space, time and death.
Those are the big three I'm currently working on, and as usual I have lots of thoughts about other ships and fics in my drafts, but with working full time, grad school and an internship, I have to focus on the stories that inspire me the most and make what progress I can!
So uh. So. The month doesn’t have the right amount of days. So technically there’s two dealer’s choices to be made. Anyway @s2ma suggested Rhodey/Natasha! Watch out for under the cut!
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“Tony,” Jim said seriously. “I’m in love.”
Tony stared at him for a moment, speechless, before pointing out, “We’re in Hell.”
“So?” Jim asked, defensive. “You got something against me being attracted to a demon?”
“We’re only here because Pepper threatened to skin me alive if we didn’t get someone to sign this paperwork,” Tony said slowly. “We’re not here on holiday. Our passes are only good for the day. How are you possibly going to woo a demon in—” He checked his pocket watch, then looked back up at him, frowning. “Three hours? We still haven’t gotten the signature we need. And I thought the bureaucrats up top were pedantic.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Okay, first of all, I’m pretty sure the reason Coulson didn’t sign the papers was because you annoyed him literally the minute after you met him. Secondly, three hours is plenty of time to woo a demon.”
“We still need to get this signature,” Tony began.
Jim grabbed the end of his wing to pull him to a stop. “Wrong again, asshole. You need to get that signature. I’m free to do anything I want for the next three hours.”
Tony’s eyes went big and panicked. “Rhodey you know I’ll never get this signature without you. Demons hate me. They just look at me and are filled with disgust. No one’s going to take a minute of their time to get over that to sign these for me! I can’t do this on my own! There isn’t a single demon who will help me!”
“To be fair, you do know one demon who will help you,” Jim pointed out, and then, before Tony could belt out his signature whine and puppy eyes, he added, “Anyway, I heard her mention heading to a bar and maybe she’ll let me buy her a glass of brimstone ale.”
“You don’t even like brimstone ale!” Tony whined as he walked away.
“Call Barnes, Tony,” Jim ordered without turning, because he knew if he saw Tony’s actual distress, he’d fold like a cheap suit. “Tell him you need a signature and nothing else and maybe he’ll help you out.”
“Why would he help me after I accidentally humiliated him?!” Tony wailed just before he turned the corner, leaving him behind.
To be fair, if Barnes didn’t want to help, that was understandable. Not everyone would want to put being called a pervert in front of their coworkers behind them. Jim privately thought Tony’s outrage had been valid at the time, but he could also see where Barnes had been coming from, too. Still, Tony was centuries old now. He could handle swallowing his pride (and embarrassment) to get a simple signature.
Jim had a date.
.-.-.-.
“Aren’t you a little far from home, feathers?” the demon he sidled up to asked, amused.
Jim might have been deterred if she hadn’t also reached out to grab the glass of brimstone ale he’d brought over to her. “I’ve got a pass,” he assured her.
She raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth tilting up just so, and it was an incredibly attractive expression on her. “Oh? And what if I prefer bad boys? Someone who isn’t afraid to break the rules?”
Jim considered this, then said, “I mean, I did eavesdrop on you telling someone which bar you were going to. Is that duplicitous enough for you?”
She picked the pickled onion out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully. “Kind of a creepy thing to do, isn’t it?”
“…Yeah,” Jim said, suddenly feeling a lot more sorry for Tony when he embarrassed himself and Barnes.
“Well, I’d be more creeped out if I hadn’t seen you take a sip of your ale up at the bar and watched you make a face,” the demon said after some thought. “I figure if you’re willing to drink an entire glass of a drink you obviously hate, I will allow you to continue flirting with me.” She lifted her hand to toast him with her own glass. “Cheers, feathers.”
Jim couldn’t help but lean his chin on his hand, smiling at her like a dope. “My name’s James. Everyone but my best friend calls me Jim, though.” Belatedly, he remembered to hold his hand out to shake, glad that no one who knew his mother was there to witness his foible.
The demon took it. “Natasha. But I think I’m just gonna keep calling you ‘feathers.’ I like having a nickname that’s just for me.”
“You could call me anything you wanted and I’d probably answer to it,” Jim admitted.
Natasha looked delighted by the information. “So if I called out ‘hey, asshole—’”
“I would most likely turn around,” Jim confirmed.
“This is the best thing I’ve heard ever,” Natasha informed him. “How long do I get to keep you?”
Jim pulled out his pocket watch. “Uh… Looks close to two hours.”
Natasha looked surprised, and she reached out before seeming to remember herself, curling her fingers back in. “I heard you guys carried pocket watches. I’ve never actually seen it. I’m not allowed up in Heaven because—” She cut herself off abruptly.
Jim raised his eyebrow at her. “Because…?”
“There was an incident,” Natasha said, and then nothing else.
Jim stared at her, considering if this turned him off. He eventually decided it didn’t, and offered her his pocket watch, pleased when she took it with careful fingers. “It’s the only thing that really keeps good time in the heavens.”
“It’s beautiful,” Natasha admitted, turning it over carefully. She pressed on the post to make it pop open and smiled, childishly delighted. “What are these jewels?”
“Ah, it’s… compacted stardust, I think? It was a gift from my parents.”
“Stardust,” Natasha said wonderingly, fingers trailing over the silvery crystals at each hour. “Is there a lot of stardust up there?”
Jim tilted his head thoughtfully. “Um, hmm… I guess? More of that than anything else. I like diamonds myself, but they’re hard to come by in the clouds.”
“I could get you diamonds,” Natasha offered, gaze flicking from his pocket watch to his face. The way her green eyes glimmered through her lashes was very attractive, and it definitely promised wicked things in addition to diamonds.
Jim opened his mouth to tell ask her what she wanted in return, ready to really get his flirt on, but then he noticed a fuzzy little ball with tiny bat wings hovering nearby. It had one single eye that took up most of its body. It was kind of cute but also kind of creepy. “Um. What the fuck is that.”
Natasha blinked at him, stunned at the turn of the conversation. “Huh? What is—what?” she sputtered. She turned. As soon as she saw the hovering pompom, her face soured. “Oh. What do you want?”
“I have a message for Natasha Romanova,” the little thing squeaked.
Jim couldn’t help his mouth falling open a little. The pompom had no visible mouth. How was it talking?
“Speak,” Natasha ordered, still looking perturbed.
“To Miss Natasha Romanova,” the thing squeaked, and then, in a deeper voice, continued, “I’m sad and need ice-cream.”
Jim’s mouth fell open further. What the fuck. Was the thing a recording device? Was it mechanical or was it alive? He sort of wanted to pet it?
Natasha waited a beat, then asked, “That’s it?”
“Affirmative,” the thing squeaked. “Would you like me to repeat the message?”
“No,” she said, unimpressed. “I understood it. Get lost.”
“He required a response,” the thing squeaked.
Natasha’s eyes went dark, and she loomed over it threateningly. “Go away or I’ll consume you whole.”
The pompom fluttered backward, looking vaguely horrified, in an adorable, creepy kind of way with its one giant eye. “Sheesh, see if I ever deliver a message to you again!” it squeaked, affronted, and then turned to flutter off.
Jim watched it go, still agape. “What the fuck was that?”
“A message imp,” Natasha replied, shrugging casually, then looked at him in interest. “You don’t have message imps? How do you send messages to each other in the heavens? I’ve heard they’re unbelievably vast.”
Jim actually had to pause to think about it, because he’d never actually given it a second thought, honestly. It seemed like he’d known how to send notes and letters since he was born. “Um… We use the wind to deliver letters.”
“Oh,” Natasha said, looking a little disappointed. “That makes sense. There’s more wind up there.”
“I used to do birds, but everyone does those, so I decided frogs were more interesting.”
Natasha looked like she would bounce in her seat if it wasn’t so undignified. “Can you show me?”
“You’re not worried about the…” Jim glanced over his shoulder, but the pompom was gone. “Message from the imp?”
“He’s been sad and needed ice-cream ever since he embarrassed himself in front of his crush, I don’t care,” Natasha scoffed, leaning her chin on her hand. “He’ll still be sad and need ice-cream in two hours.”
Jim smiled a little, opening his robe to pull out a piece of paper. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I want to see a paper frog more than I want to see his stupid maudlin face,” Natasha assured him, watching as he began folding the paper. “He’s been like this for months and I’m done.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat, because this is the sort of frog that hops when you press down on its butt,” Jim told her.
Natasha’s eyes went wide. “Hops when you press down on its butt?!”
“It’s more of a practical thing,” Jim explained hastily. “I’ll show you when it’s done.”
“Neat,” Natasha breathed.
Jim smiled. “I’m glad you met me first instead of my friend. He can make swallows. They’re difficult to make perfectly, so they’re really impressive.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Will they hop if you press down on their butts?”
“Well, no,” Jim said, tilting his head.
“Then I don’t care,” she informed him, looking back down at his hands, where the paper was steadily becoming more and more frog-like.
Jim laughed a little as he creased one last fold. “Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations,” he said, giving it a quick examination to check that it was up to snuff before he set it on the bar in front of her. “You just hold its butt down with one finger and then sort of let it slide out from under it. It’ll hop.” He showed her just for good measure, pulling the frog back flat before releasing it.
Natasha startled as it shot across the bar toward her. “Oh!”
Jim tried not to look too smug as he picked up his glass. He wasn’t entirely sure he succeeded. “Yeah, no one really expects it to go as far as it does.”
“Neat,” Natasha breathed. She pulled the frog flat and let it go, watching as it shot away from her. Her delighted smile lit up her whole face.
Jim almost dropped his drink, she was so beautiful. He swallowed thickly. Would two hours be long enough? He sort of wanted to drop handfuls of stardust all over her. That was probably weird, though. It was weird, wasn’t it?
“So, feathers,” Natasha said after making the frog hop one last time, turning her attention back to him with a smile. “Is what I hear about angels true?”
“Loaded question,” Jim replied.
Natasha’s smile turned sharp. “Saintly in the streets, wicked in the sheets?”
Jim gaped at her. “People say that?”
“Uh,” Natasha began, smile fading. “Uh, some. Some people do.” She winced. “Oh. Is. Is that stereotyping?”
“Uh, yeah?” Jim scoffed. “Just because I have wings doesn’t mean I’m a super saintly person? I once set my mentor on fire.”
Natasha’s mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’ of surprise. “What?!”
“He deserved it,” Jim explained hastily.
“At the risk of making a pun—that is so hot,” Natasha said, and then threw the rest of her ale back. She wiped her mouth and then reached out to grab his arm. “Come on. We’re going back to my place.”
Jim yelped as she dragged him away from their stools. “Ack! My drink!”
“You didn’t like it anyway,” Natasha pointed out.
“It’s the principle of the thing,” he mumbled petulantly. Drinks were expensive down here. She could have at least thrown his back too, so it didn’t go to waste.
Natasha rolled her eyes, but she did look fond. “I have a bottle of wine. Maybe we can crack it open.”
“Well,” Jim said, perking up a little. That made it okay, he guessed.
.-.-.-.
He had a half hour left.
Jim went to close his pocket watch, but then he noticed Natasha peeking up at it from under her eyelashes, head resting on his chest. He turned it so she could see it, and he watched her eyes twitch back and forth, taking in the sparkling stardust, the eggshell-thin porcelain clock face, the wisps of metal that served as the minute and hour hands. He wondered what demons used to tell time.
He opened his mouth to ask her, but all that came out was a high-pitched screech when he noticed the single eye staring at them from the doorway. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“What!?” Natasha yelped sitting up. “What is it?!”
“WHAT THE FUCK THE IMPS JUST COME INTO YOUR FUCKING HOUSE?!” Jim bellowed.
Natasha looked around, bewildered, then finally caught on the messenger imp hovering in the doorway. “Oh,” she said lamely. “Uh, yeah.”
“How long has it been here?!” Jim asked, trying not to sound shrill. It didn’t work.
“We produce asexually so copulating is not interesting to us,” the imp squeaked. “It’s more polite to wait for you to finish than interrupt.”
Jim gaped at it, appalled, and pulled the sheets up to cover himself anyway.
“…Sorry,” Natasha said, looking sincerely apologetic, before she sighed and turned to the imp, looking annoyed. “What is it?”
“I have a message for Natasha Romanova,” it squeaked, and then, when she waved it on impatiently, continued, “To Miss Natasha Romanova—”
“It has to do that every time?” Jim couldn’t help but whisper.
“They’re sticklers for formality to make sure the message goes to the right person,” Natasha whispered back, not taking her eyes off the imp.
The imp’s voice changed to the same one that had sent her a message previously. “Natasha I’m in jail. Please come bail me out.”
Natasha stared at the imp, mouth fallen open. “…That’s it?” she asked, looking annoyed again.
“Affirmative,” the imp replied, and then it turned its single eye on Jim. “I have a message for James Rhodes.”
Jim was so surprised he could only blink. He also had a sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach, because there was really only one person down here currently who would send him a message.
“You have to acknowledge it,” Natasha said, prodding him with her tail.
“What is it,” Jim croaked, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.
The imp seemed to frown at him in concern, even with no visible mouth. “To Mister James Rhodes,” it squeaked, and then its voice changed to a more familiar one, pitched with panic and dismay. “RHODEY I GOT BARNES ARRESTED PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE. I FINALLY GOT TO APOLOGIZE AND NOW I’VE GOTTEN HIM ARRESTED RHODEY HELP ME. Oh no. I got Barnes arrested and I still don’t have a signature and. And. Pepper’s going to kill me and if she doesn’t I’ll still never be able to talk to Barnes again. A-and I’m ruining your date. I’m s-sorry. I just thought—I’m sorry.” The imp paused. “He made a weird hiccupping noise and sobbed here a few times. I cannot replicate the noise.”
Jim waited for a minute, then scowled at it. He suddenly understood why Natasha got so annoyed with them. “Was that the end?”
“Yes, he was crying too hard to speak anymore,” the imp squeaked.
“Fuck!” Jim shouted, rolling off the bed and grabbing for his robes.
“Jim?” Natasha asked in concern.
Jim hurried into his robes. “Sorry, I just, I—” He paused, then sighed, turning and frowning at her. “I thought my friend could handle something, but I guess… I guess I didn’t realize how upset he actually was, so I’ll just—uh, not that I want to run out on you or anything, Natasha, but… Tony is liable to do something stupid in his distress, and I think it’s better for everyone if I just… go make sure he doesn’t try to bust Barnes out of jail I guess…”
Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. “Maybe it’ll help if I go bail him out, then. I’ll show you where to go.”
.-.-.-.
Tony had a bald spot on his left wing.
Jim stopped mid-step, only vaguely feeling Natasha’s hand slip out of his.
The bald spot was inflamed, patchy at the edges. There were still a few spots that were actively bleeding, holes that had once had perfectly healthy feathers in them. It was fist-sized. Someone had grabbed a handful of Tony’s feathers and yanked them out.
“Rhodey!” Tony sobbed when he saw him, and Jim immediately walked over and gathered him into his arms. “Rhodey they said they were gonna pluck me like a goose!”
Jim’s wings flew out and up, mantling in a threat display at the demons peering at them from the windows of the building Tony was stood by. “Who said they were gonna pluck you like a goose?”
“I don’t know, they were hanging around Barnes when I came up to ask him for his signature,” Tony sobbed.
Jim leaned back, glaring down at him. “Barnes did this?!”
Tony sniffled loudly. “No, he stopped them, but—but if I hadn’t gone to him, maybe—maybe he wouldn’t be—”
“If he stopped them, then why is he the one in jail?” Jim asked harshly.
Tony sniffled again, lifting his hands to wipe his face. He shook his head. He didn’t have an answer. Jim frowned at him sternly, then sighed, reaching out to touch the feathers around the bald patch, trying to feel out some of the damage.
Tony flinched away from him, whimpering, “No, don’t touch it!”
Jim’s wings mantled again, and he was about to force them back down, but Tony just cuddled close, sniffling. He sighed, leaning his cheek on top of his head. “I don’t understand why Barnes is the one in jail if he was only defending you.”
“They said he used excessive force,” Tony sniffled.
Jim grunted angrily and held him tighter, already trying to figure out how to tell Pepper that they needed to send down an affidavit explaining how intimate and sensitive wings were and that even in Heaven they were allowed to use deadly force to protect them. Tony was lucky he hadn’t been due for a molt, otherwise they might have plucked pinfeathers, and then he really would have been in trouble. He should probably consider them both lucky, though—if he’d been there to use deadly force on Tony’s attackers, it probably would have caused a huge incident between Heaven and Hell, and then they’d really be in trouble about paperwork.
“Everything okay?” Natasha asked cautiously once he’d finally settled his wings into a display slightly less threatening. “Do I need to call a doctor or something?”
“Nah, this should keep until we get home,” Jim sighed, stroking his fingers through Tony’s hair when he whimpered. “He has a doctor up there he trusts, so it’s probably better to wait.”
“Okay,” Natasha said, and then, “Well, I’m just gonna go inside and bail Bucky out.”
Jim turned to stare at her in confusion. “Who the hell is Bucky?”
“…You don’t,” Natasha began, and then her face lit up with delighted glee. “Do you have time to wait a minute?”
“Maybe he’ll sign my paperwork if we wait,” Tony mumbled into his throat.
Jim privately thought that Pepper could go kick rocks if she was upset about the paperwork at this point, because Tony was missing a giant patch of feathers, but he’d never be foolish enough to say so out loud. He knew that Tony cared about Pepper’s opinion of him and while he doubted she’d be upset about the signature when she saw his bald patch, he still wanted to show her that he took her seriously. Jim leaned back to check out the damage again. It probably looked worse than it actually was. A quick rinse would probably show the damaged skin already healing.
Natasha came out a few minutes later, with a very familiar demon trailing along behind her. She still looked delighted. “Boys, I think you know Bucky already.”
“Bucky,” Jim began, confused.
Tony leaned back to peer up at him, baffled. “But… his name is James.”
“His name is James Buchanan Barnes and down here he goes by Bucky,” Natasha informed them happily.
“It’s true,” Barnes admitted, even though he looked deeply ashamed to do so. “I go by Bucky.”
Tony’s eyes, somehow, went bigger and wetter as he softly echoed, “Bucky?”
“It’s really not that bad,” Bucky tried to say.
“Bucky?” Tony repeated, voice cracking.
Bucky’s shoulders slumped, conceding. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
“About your name?!” Natasha shrieked, and yet still looked incredibly amused, as if this was quite possibly the best day of her life.
“Well, whatever you call yourself,” Jim cut in, before Tony could actually burst into tears (because he would, if he let him). He gave the door to the jail a very significant look. “The guys who attacked Tony, they, uh. Were they in there with you?”
Bucky puffed his chest out, looking prouder than a demon with the nickname ‘Bucky’ really should, honestly. “They had to be taken to medical, by the time I was done with ‘em.”
“Oh,” Jim said, warming up to him just a smidgen. Well. If he was going to go by Bucky, at least he had the strength to back it up.
Bucky seemed to remember all at once why he was in jail, though, and the air left him as if he’d been punched in the gut. “You okay, doll? All I really remember is you yelling and then Rumlow had a handful of your feathers, and I, uh… Hazed.” He frowned. “You… said you needed me to sign something, right?”
Tony immediately thrust a sheaf of papers at him, apparently willing to forgive the transgression of Bucky’s terrible nickname in favor of finally getting the signature he needed.
“Seriously?” Natasha couldn’t help but ask, surprised. “You’re still bleeding, Tony.”
Tony wavered, looking between his injured wing and the sheaf of papers, before looking back up at Jim, lower lip trembling.
Jim sighed. “Why don’t we leave the paperwork with him and he can send it back up via messenger? That way you can get your signature, and I can get you seen by a medical professional.”
“But—” Tony began.
Natasha reached out to gently take the papers from his hand. “Hey, I’ll get these back up to you before you can even remember you left them down here, okay? Let Jim take you home and get patched up.”
“I’ll sign whatever paper you need, doll,” Bucky promised. “And you’ll get them back as soon as I’m finished. Let Jim take you home and get your wing seen to before you get an infection.”
Tony looked back and forth between them, distrusting, but finally dipped his head and turned to snuggle up against Jim’s chest again.
“Thanks,” Jim said, unsure who he was really thanking, and hefted Tony up into his arms.
Natasha looked like she might fall over as she watched him do it. “Fucking hell, feathers.”
Jim paused to stare at her, brows furrowing together. “What?”
Tony peeked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at, then seemed to forget all of his pain and anguish, smiling at Natasha smugly. “Yes, Rhodey is very muscular. You should feel his muscles when you come to deliver the paperwork—”
“Are you hitting on Natasha for me?” Jim squawked.
Tony pouted up at him. “Well I did sort of ruin your date, and—”
“If she doesn’t like me because I jumped out of bed to help my friend I don’t really wanna date her anyway!” Jim barked, and then offered Natasha a grimace. “No offense.”
Natasha, somehow, looked smitten. “None taken.”
Bucky, on the other hand, looked pained. “Oh fuck you really weren’t making fun of me when I was flirting with you before. You really are just that oblivious.”
“Hey!” Tony exclaimed, looking hurt again.
“You are actively bleeding and you’re trying to get them together and they already did the deed, Tony,” Bucky said, motioning between Jim and Natasha.
Tony blinked at him slowly, then turned to look up at Jim with wide eyes. “You did? But—You don’t even like brimstone ale!”
“He made the cutest disgusted expression trying to impress me and I was gone for him,” Natasha said, smirking.
“This isn’t fair,” Tony grumbled to himself. “You got laid by a hot demon lady and I got my feathers pulled out looking for someone to sign my paperwork. Where’s the justice. I haven’t gotten laid in a millennium.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Jim scoffed. “It’s only been a couple centuries and it’s always because you never realize people are flirting with you.” He nodded his head at Bucky, who was looking through the paperwork with a frown. “Maybe if you ask Natasha nicely, she’ll bring Bucky to return the paperwork with her and you can ask him to fuck you.”
Tony gasped in affront. “I can’t just ask him that after I got him sent to jail!”
“You can,” Natasha assured him quickly, and Jim was suddenly reminded of the ‘I’m sad and need ice-cream’ message she’d gotten. She’d said he was sad and needed ice-cream a lot. “In fact, I have it on good authority that he would love to take you to bed.”
Tony wavered. “But… what if he’s just doing it to be nice…”
Natasha stared at him. She appeared to be caught between disbelief and actual, physical pain. “Please. Please just ask him to fuck you. I cannot eat another bite of fudge ripple crunch. My teeth hurt.”
“You guys have fudge ripple crunch down here?” Tony asked, offended.
“Bucky will bring some for you when we return your paperwork,” Natasha answered hastily. “Go get your wing seen to.”
Jim swallowed down his laughter at the suspicious glare Tony gave her, as if he didn’t trust her to make sure he got any. “Come on, Tony. Let’s go.”
“You can bring Rhodey some butter pecan!” Tony called out as Jim flapped his wings. “He’s got bad taste and likes that flavor!”
“I’ll think about it!” Natasha called back.
Tony leaned back, apparently satisfied, then looked up at Jim in affront. “It’s really not fair,” he told Jim seriously. “You don’t even like brimstone ale.”
Jim laughed. “You’re such a weirdo. Come on—I’m concerned about your wing.”
“Yeah,” Tony agreed sadly, tucking his head against Jim’s neck.
Jim nuzzled his hair, then quietly asked, “So, sent your attackers to medical, huh?”
Tony smiled, soft and shy. “They didn’t even get a chance to laugh about pulling my feathers out.”
“Sounds like someone’s kinda sweet on you,” Jim teased, and when Tony didn’t argue, just covered his blushing face, he swore he’d get them together even if it meant sending them both to Earth and locking them in a human closet.
After making sure that Bucky knew he’d smite him if he hurt Tony at all, of course.
.-.-.-.
Jim only got to threaten Bucky a little before Natasha was trying to climb him like a tree. “So that does it for you, huh? Me threatening your friend?”
“I am a demon of simple tastes,” Natasha confirmed.
Jim looked at Bucky. “Uh.”
“It’s a primal thing, we can’t really explain it,” Bucky said, shrugging. He started to offer the sheaf of papers he’d signed to him. “Tony seemed really distraught, so—”
“I’m busy,” Jim said, hooking an arm under one of Natasha’s thighs and turning to walk away from him.
Natasha sighed as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. “He’s actually super worried about Tony and his wing, so we should probably go see Tony first.” She grabbed Jim’s cheeks and forced him to tilt his head back so he was looking up at her. “But after! After, we’re going to do stuff so filthy that you can’t even look at a halo again.”
“It’s cute that you think I actually have a halo,” Jim told her fondly.
She blinked down at him, surprised. “You don’t?”
“No, that's just our auras. You just see it as halos because most people try and make eye contact. Tony’s in medical, Barnes,” Jim added, and pointed in its direction. “Take a left at that bunch of clouds, and—”
“Fun fact! My eyes were not meant for the brightness of the heavens and all clouds look the same,” Bucky cut in.
Jim turned to frown at him. “No. Seriously?”
“It’s true,” Natasha confirmed. “I only navigated us here because I was scenting you.” She held up the frog he’d made for her earlier. “You smell good, by the way. I know some angels get unsettled when they’re told they have a scent.”
“Oddly enough, I’m finding it kind of sexy,” Jim admitted.
Bucky smacked them with the sheaf of papers, scowling. “Don’t get horny in front of me, that’s gross! Just help me find Tony so I can give him this paperwork!”
“And the ice-cream,” Natasha added. “Don’t forget that you brought him some ice-cream.”
“That’s adorable,” Jim told him, surprised. “You seriously brought him ice-cream? He was just complaining to complain, you know.”
Bucky shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, he was…” He shrugged again when he only received a skeptically raised eyebrow, sighing quietly. “He just… looked so sad when he asked for my signature,” he finally said.
Jim paused to stare at him for an unsettlingly long time before he said, “Tony’s going to have you wrapped around his little finger.”
“He already does,” Natasha informed him gleefully.
“You poor sap,” Jim said. He couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. On one hand, Tony could do with someone doting on him. On the other, Tony also needed someone to not let him do stupid shit, and Bucky gave off the impression that he would be helpless in the face of Tony’s puppy eyes, which Tony insisted he had no control over except he absolutely fucking did.
“I brought you butter pecan, too,” Natasha added. “I was betting on it being a joke but I didn’t want to take the chance that it wasn’t.”
Jim shrugged. “I do, regrettably, enjoy butter pecan.”
“Well, it’s melting, so if you could just,” Bucky said impatiently, motioning to hurry him along.
“You know, I’ve actually just realized I’ve got a date, so,” Jim replied, hefting Natasha higher into his arms. Bucky seriously appeared to be considering whether or not to drop-kick him while he was holding Natasha, so he turned and shouted, “Peter!”
The little cherub appeared immediately, as if he’d been waiting for someone to summon him. He always got like this around times Tony got injured, though. “Yes Mr. Rhodey sir!”
“He’s like this,” Jim sighed, rolling his eyes, but couldn’t quite keep the fondness out of his voice. He turned his attention back to Peter. “Please show Barnes to Tony. He can’t see very well up here, and he has important paperwork that Tony needs. I think if Tony had the paperwork, it would help him relax more.”
“Of course!” Peter exclaimed, brightening at the idea of helping Tony to relax.
Jim noticed Natasha flinch, eyes squinting shut, and Bucky actually lifted his had to guard his eyes. He’d forgotten that younger angels actively had to learn to dim themselves down. “Demons are sensitive to light, kid. Cut it out.”
“Really?!” Peter asked, boggled, then turned his wide-eyed gaze on Bucky. “Cool!” He paused to take a deep breath, the light he was emitting dimming. Then he looked back up at Bucky. “What else is different about you guys?!”
“Uh, we like crushing bones between our teeth, I guess,” Bucky answered, even though he didn't seem to feel like he should have. He allowed the cherub to take his hand and begin leading him like he was an invalid.
Jim and Natasha watched them go, amused. “Are you gonna tell him we’re not actually blind, or…” Natasha began.
“Barnes has got a mouth. He can tell Peter that himself,” Jim scoffed, then leered at her. “So. About that butter pecan ice-cream. Any chance I could eat it off your body?”
“Absolutely not,” she answered cheerfully. “Pecans make me break out in hives. However!” Natasha smirked and cupped his cheeks. “I brought some plain vanilla, too. We can take turns.” She paused, and then added, somewhat awkwardly, “And also maybe you could make me another frog. Because the one you gave me is lonely.”
Jim almost laughed, but mostly he just felt his heart turning into a gooey marshmallow. “I’ll make you a new frog each time I see you,” he promised, watching her face.
Thankfully, her lips spread into a wide smile. “I’m gonna have so many frogs.”
“So many you’ll need to build a separate room for them,” Jim agreed, and then leaned in to kiss her smile.
He kisses her for the first time before she leaves to Vormir. They share a whisper. “Come back to me alive.” They were both people of their word so they knew they would come back.
He stares at the empty spot next to Clint blankly while his heart twists painfully. He drops the stone his hand without a care in the world. His mind was blank as he continued to stare at the empty spot. He had to be pulled out of the room.
He stares up at the starless sky. He stood there beneath their tree. The leaves turned a pretty red in the fall and spring which is why they loved it. They spent a lot of time here, it was their spot. Their secret.
There’s a small gravestone there now. There’s no body for him to bury beneath the tree but he makes a grave anyway. He hopes she died with no regrets, about the avengers, about what she had done, about them. “Goodbye, Natasha.” He whispers to no one, to a ghost who would never hear him. He cries alone while the others vent their frustrations at the dock.
He hopes they don’t lose anyone else.
At Tony’s funeral, he couldn’t help but wonder. Did anyone else had their version of a funeral for Natasha? Did anyone else know?
Did she feel cold when she died? Warm? Pain or relief?
Did she know how the universe couldn’t have been saved without her sacrifice?
Did she know how much he loved her?
James Rhodes stares up at a starless sky beneath their tree and wanders out loud. “Do you know how much they miss you? Sam and Bucky? Okoye and Nebula? Sharon and Maria? Do you know how much I miss you?” He chuckles lowly before staring down at a red flower in his hand. “Do you know that your ledger was snow-white a long time ago?” He leaves the flower at the gravestone. His gravestone for her and walks away to meet with the others.
The red flower turned white as it laid on the small gravestone.
Natasha Romanoff has done so much to help the Earth and now the Universe. Every small act and every reassurance slowly cleansed her blood-red to a snow-white.
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Natasha walks into the coffee shop dressed in a red sundress and 3-inch heels. She wore light make up as well. She glances around the shop looking for Rhodey when she meets his eyes. He was dressed in a light jacket, a t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. He was sitting an appropriate distance from their target who sat near a window waiting for Tony Stark. She walks towards him. “You dressed very nicely.” Rhodey compliments her as he looks her over with a slight smile. He stands up and pulls out the chair for her. Natasha gracefully slides into the seat nodding her gratitude.
“Yes, I decided this would be appropriate for our mission,” Natasha responds with a lowered voice.
“You mean our date.” Rhodey corrects as he sits back down.
“Right, our date.” Natasha agrees as she accepts the menu from the waitress. The two made small talk as they waited for Tony to arrive. Once he did, they continue to talk as Tony sat across the man.
“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Stark.” The man tilts his head and smiles. Natasha and Rhodey begin to focus more on the conversation. Natasha glances over her menu to watch them. Tony was leaning back in his seat dressed in a black three-piece Tom Ford suit. He sat there with a bored expression. “We would like you to work with us.”
“And this ‘Us’ is who exactly?” Tony raises an eyebrow as the man sits up straight.
“That is unfortunately not allowed to be spoken when in earshot of so many people.” The man responds.
“Well, thanks but no thanks. I’m not going to work with people I don’t know.” Tony gets up and straightened his suit. “Goodbye.” The man quickly gets up and holds up a gun.
“I’m afraid you can’t refu-” The man grunts as a knife hits him in the shoulder. He grips his shoulder before pressing a button on his phone. Tony summons his suit as Rhodey does the same. Natasha quickly gets up holding her widow bites.
(No good at writing fight scenes so skip)
Natasha stands up straight after taking down the last HYDRA agent and shivers slightly. The wind had picked up and a sundress wasn’t the best outfit for this weather. She blinks as a jacket was dropped on her and glances up at Rhodey. “Thanks,” She mutters as she pulls on the jacket.
“No problem, this was an interesting date.” He says jokingly.
“Quite, I wouldn’t mind another. Maybe minus the HYDRA agents.” Natasha offers. Rhodey smirks slightly.
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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.
“Thanks—for patching me up,” she murmurs, and there’s something in her gaze he can’t quite nail down, something in the way she hesitates for a moment before walking away and leaving him alone with the scent of iodine that makes him think that maybe this time his words have gotten through to her.
