Secrets Never Keep

he didn’t even bother to look up when a familiar voice rang out on the silent air of the hangar; natalia. alexei fought the urge to roll his eyes, scrutinising the schematics that covered his bench - a spanner or screwdriver commandeered to weight down each corner of the paper.

yeah ... that sounded like carol’s doing alright. she had never known alexei to be the sentimental type with planes, but then again - it had been a long time since she’d known him. natasha stopped next to the workbench, leaning back against it to survey the array of machines that hangar now housed. she tipped her head towards the more colossal of its inhabitants.

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

*no* = “No,” she said emphatically. 

*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.

~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.

#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.

“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.

wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”

no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic. 

nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.

Nowadays I wear my ugliness on the outside.

Still not happy with some of the proportions, but meh.

I can’t colour for shit, but ideally the uniform would be a deep red, and maybe the chest panel a dull silver. White wouldn’t really make too much sense where covert operations are concerned, but I guess that’s a moot point - considering Russia paraded the Red Guardian around as a poster-boy equivalent of Steve.