#widova

IT'S PERFECTLY HARMLESS . just a little ' how you doin' ? ' and some ' you findin' everything okay ? ' for the new hire Coulson had brought in a couple of days back - and Clint , being his friendly self , simply tries to be helpful . it has nothing to do with her being pretty . or too new to be familiar with his shenanigans . it does have a lot to do with her apparently falling for it . . . that is until he feels a strong grip to the back of his shirt and that one voice he absolutely does not wanna hear rings in his hearing aids .

' STEP BACK CASANOVA. '

@widova gives his shirt a hard yank and Clint goes tumbling with a low " urgh ! " sound stuck in his throat . so much for the suave approach . so much for any kind of approach , really . " hey ! " the protest is a meagre little one and not at all serious while he rubs his throat with a pout . " what'd you do that for ? I was just makin' conversation . " uh - huh , sure . and Nick Fury is a deeply trusting person . when he looks again , the girl has disappeared and Nat is already on her merry way down the hallway . most likely , he wagers , headed towards Fury's office .

she hums, wind-blown hair splayed on the leaves she lays on, like a collection of snakes crawling around her bare body. absent in her song, the sanderson girl brings a finger to her lips upon catching glimpse of the woman with the beautiful red hair. hush. she peers over her, a heavy contrast of scarlet colors with the dark foliage, but she sees her very well. the woman reeks of death and smoke and perfumes, a comforting, familiar scent to sarah sanderson.

          you are both warriors, molded by different worlds, yet bound by the same unrelenting sense of duty. natasha's right, of course —— this isn't a trivial matter. it's a storm brewing along the horizon, dark and foreboding, threatening to tear apart everything you've fought time and time again to protect. but, you are also wonder woman —— forged in the flames of battle and tempered with compassion. you understand the gravest challenges must be met with an unyielding resolve and a wide, open heart. still, a flicker of doubt burns within you —— not in your abilities or strength, but rather in the path the two of you must tread. the black widow comes from a world of shadows and secrets —— yours is a world of truth and the light piercing through darkness. how do you reconcile the two?