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PINNED POST. well hello and welcome TO MY YELENA BELOVA/WHITE WIDOW ROLEPLAY BLOG from the marvel cinematic universe. this blog will be mainly MCU with comic and specially headcanon based. STABLISHED 04.04.2021. MY NAME IS CLAUDIA, you can call me clau, calu, mama, i don’t know. SHE/HER PRONOUNS. i’m latina, from uruguay so english isn’t my first language, bare with me. Find me on discord since I account jump a lot at MAMABEAR#6315 . we love duplicates here, no hate or I will punch you with my BDE.

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How could any of the widows not? The last arm hadn’t exactly been used with gentle care, a weapon to hurt and kill, cold and harsh against skin and bone. No doubt the man he used to be still haunted some of the widows he had been tasked to train, and honestly he couldn’t blame their caution of him. But he was trying his hardest to change who he was, to become better and settle back into his own skin again, even if some days were harder than others.

❝ You mean less dead behind the eyes and terrifying. ❞ It’s a light joke but really, they both know it’s also the truth. ❝ It’s okay. ❞ Unexpected touch is something that still activates his fight or flight ( or rather freeze ) but he’s getting there. ❝ I’m… I’m sorry. ❞ Eyes lower, brows furrowing, shame and guilt twisting in his gut. ❝ I’m sorry for what I did to you. Back then. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I want you to know that I’ll never do that to you again. ❞ He wasn’t seeking forgiveness, only wanting to apologise and promise he’d never hurt her again, even if he knew he had no choice back then. 

“I meant better. more man.“ than machine. their very own boogyman, he was tales of terror and being trained by him was much of an honor than was a death sentence if done wrong. but it’s hard to believe it’s the same body ( wouldn’t dare say it’s the same person because it isn’t. ), a smile briefly upon her lips as hand finishes to trace a line of metal plates before it drops to her side.