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bakerstreet2016-05-26 05:56 pm
hotlink) wrote in bakerstreet2016-05-26 05:56 pm
[No tiny heirs, please. Everything else is quite welcome.]
[ooc: No 10 or 11.]
[ooc: So. Interested in 7/Rey topping Poe?]
[ ooc: open to m/f only, cross-canon okay if I know a little about your canon ]
15, maybe with a little 5 if feeling particularly feelsy?
missromanova
2016-05-27 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha could almost taste the irony the copper on her tongue. She had been trying to reach him for weeks now, and he had finally responded. Finally agreed to meet with her. In Sweden.
Sweden. Because of course they would need to be on completely neutral territory for this to even vaguely work.
Tony, Bucky, none of it mattered to her anymore. Everything had fallen apart at the seams despite Natasha's best wishes to salvage whatever the team had, but even that was something that she would be able to get over, eventually. Regimes fell every day. Natasha wasn't always on the winning side. But one thing that she couldn't let go of, was Steve. Her friendship with him was one of the very few precious things that she cherished, not just because she and Steve fought beside each other countless times, except for the one time that it really mattered, but because Steve had managed to make her feel human again. To be trusted, to be considered as a friend, meant more to her than she could put into words, and it went beyond that. Natasha Romanoff didn't know who she was. She had been switched between hands so many times, she had lost count, and she had little faith in herself and her ways of making decisions. But when she was in doubt, Steve was there to be her moral compass. She put all of her faith in him, to follow every order he gave, not because he was the leader but because she knew, deep in her heart, that if Steve felt it to be the right choice, then it was. She didn't know how to be a good person on her own. With him around, she didn't need to.
But he had been compromised, and she had been desperate to keep everything together. In the end it felt as if no one won, because no one did, and Natasha lost the most important thing that she had in her life. Steve. And Steve's respect.
She sat in the room of a less-than-classy motel where she told him to meet her, and she was terrified that he wouldn't show, feel as if she wasn't worth the effort. The door opened and she stood from the bed suddenly, staring at the familiar face in the doorway, and for a moment her breath caught in her chest. The silence was deafening.
He looked tired.
"...I didn't think you'd come."
Sweden. Because of course they would need to be on completely neutral territory for this to even vaguely work.
Tony, Bucky, none of it mattered to her anymore. Everything had fallen apart at the seams despite Natasha's best wishes to salvage whatever the team had, but even that was something that she would be able to get over, eventually. Regimes fell every day. Natasha wasn't always on the winning side. But one thing that she couldn't let go of, was Steve. Her friendship with him was one of the very few precious things that she cherished, not just because she and Steve fought beside each other countless times, except for the one time that it really mattered, but because Steve had managed to make her feel human again. To be trusted, to be considered as a friend, meant more to her than she could put into words, and it went beyond that. Natasha Romanoff didn't know who she was. She had been switched between hands so many times, she had lost count, and she had little faith in herself and her ways of making decisions. But when she was in doubt, Steve was there to be her moral compass. She put all of her faith in him, to follow every order he gave, not because he was the leader but because she knew, deep in her heart, that if Steve felt it to be the right choice, then it was. She didn't know how to be a good person on her own. With him around, she didn't need to.
But he had been compromised, and she had been desperate to keep everything together. In the end it felt as if no one won, because no one did, and Natasha lost the most important thing that she had in her life. Steve. And Steve's respect.
She sat in the room of a less-than-classy motel where she told him to meet her, and she was terrified that he wouldn't show, feel as if she wasn't worth the effort. The door opened and she stood from the bed suddenly, staring at the familiar face in the doorway, and for a moment her breath caught in her chest. The silence was deafening.
He looked tired.
"...I didn't think you'd come."
[OOC: Have not seen CW, but don't mind spoilers and have read them myself for integration if necessary!]
[ esp pinged by 16 it's cute ]
[ no 10, please! f/f preferred. ]
[ hel...lo... sweats... just to clarify, and before i tag, by "into 7" what do you mean, exactly? if you'd rather pm me that's ok too... ]
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