After New York, the Avengers Initiative began to take off like a rocket. Soon SHIELD got the idea to form smaller teams all over to be able to have a quicker response time. There were more people being considered to join up and they didn’t need that large of a team, so Fury planned to station them elsewhere in their own teams and only bring them together only in large crisises. 

They were all getting together to meet each other and be debriefed on the Avengers Initiative. Even if they were long time members they had to sit in. Natasha walked through SHIELD headquarters , intent on grabbing some lunch from the cafeteria before heading into the meeting. She paused as a blonde she never seen before in the halls.  ”Here for the initiative?” she asked mildly as she waited for the elevator. 

heresharleyquinn:

Harley stiffened at that, blue eyes glaring at the redhead. “What didja say red?” She asked, now dangerous. Her bottom lip was poked out in a poke. “There’s no way you said that he busted himself outta Arkham, because if ya did, then you’re a fucking dumbass.”

She sniffed, disgust on her face. “And that’s comin’ from a blond.” 

“Right, and blondes are dumb,” she rolled her eyes finally, feeling some relief in that. This woman was something else. “Well, how else would he have gotten out?” she asked. She knew in the woman’s true file it spoke about her helping break him out and becoming a sort of sidekick for him. 

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[text] Would you like a peg leg to go with the hook?

hosting-the-spider:

Peter nodded quickly. That sounded reasonable, especially considering Seth’s recent screw up. His eyebrows shot up. “Captain America? Does that-” He sat up a little straighter, lowering his voice, “Are all the Avenger’s with SHIELD- Wait- You’re-” His eyes widened as he realized where the ‘agent’ was from, realizing she wasn’t just ‘any’ agent.

“No, not really. Stark isn’t interested in being wholly affiliated with SHIELD but he will help out if it suits his whims at the time,” she raised her eyebrows as he looked at her differently. “I don’t know what you mean about me,” she replied. Her affiliation with the Avengers had been stripped  from the footage. She couldn’t work undercover and have her face plastered all over youtube or have the butt fan sites like Rogers. 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

winter—kills:

“But you are!” He hissed right back, the devious grin becoming more pronounced. “I should know…I did train you.” Though time had surely had its effects on them both (despite a stasis machine), it was definitely her.

There was no mistaking it.

“I thought my first excuse was permissible.” He mused, “And because you know that I can draw mine and shoot you before you could convince yourself to shoot me.” He was bluffing; she’d call him out on it, he was sure, but it bought him time for a more detailed plan. Because he had trained her…he knew what she was capable of to an extent. “Besides, you’re the one following me. Shouldn’t you have a plan of action, here?”

“If you trained me then you should know why I would give up Natalia, why I would want something not full of fragmented memories and senseless killing.”

She took a step forward, not put off by his threats. “Of course, that doesn’t seem to bother you does it? That’s why I’m following you, you caught the notice of SHIELD and if I’m completely honest you’ve been sloppy for the person who trained me. That’s how I trailed you. I was sent to dispose of you. Like all of Red Room should be.”

hosting-the-spider:

Peter bit his lip. “Honestly? A ‘job’ doesn’t sound all that bad compared to some of the other things I was thinking of… But… He’s not- What happens once I’m on SHIELDs… radar like this?”

Natasha shrugged. “Then we keep an eye on you and make sure nothing goes wrong. Maybe call you in if we happen to need your skills. Lots of people are on SHIELD’s radar though, take Captain America for example,” she said. That example always shocked people, that anyone would be suspicious of Captain America. It wasn’t that they thought he’d do anything, it was the fact that he had special abilities that should anything happen to make him go rogue, they had to keep tabs on people like him. 

winter—kills:

The voice—it rose in him a pang of familiarity. Not that he cared much for it, but rather, he knew it. He could pick that voice from a crowd because he’d heard it before. He’d heard that voice go from the squeak of a child to what it was now.

“Ah, I’ve heard it was a small world but didn’t believe it until now.” He turned, relinquishing his grip on his gun. “Natalia. The bright and shining star, how we’ve missed our little traitor.” He spotted her, red locks a dead giveaway if he had any question of he identity before. “They say that dogs always do find their way home.”

He grinned, the actions just shy of deadly. “Put down your weapon…you look foolish.”

Natasha mouth went dry, she couldn’t put a name to him, but she knew that face and voice, knew that it came from Red Room. Her memory was too blurred to know for sure who he was. It didn’t matter as she heard him speak. 

“I’m not Natalia,” she spat. “I killed her a long time ago.” She tightened her hand on her gun, having no intention of lowering it. “Why should I put it down?” She felt her chest tighten, wishing she’d agreed to backup. She wasn’t going back to Red Room. One way or another she wasn’t going to become their puppet once more. 

your-lady-loki:

The once Goddess didn’t notice anything different about this day. Until mid-morning. Loki sensed something was up, almost immediately  she felt the presence of someone she had met before, except this particular person would mean some kind of trouble.

She barely thought on it, she had been far too bored for weeks on end, stuck in a repetitive  routine. She was walking down a busy street, hidden, hopefully, in plain sight by the Midgardian attire. She was in all back except for an emerald scarf. She had done this purposefully to test her feeling, to see if that person would notice her.

Natasha looked up as she noticed the green scarf. She set her cup aside and moved out of the van. She was supposed to keep a low profile and avoid getting noticed so she wore a very nondescript outfit, complete with a hoodie that she pulled up over her bright hair. She moved slowly through the streets, stopping often to look at things with the air of a tourist. 

cawcawmotherfuckerhawkeye:

Clint wasn’t ready for her to pull away. “They can get over it.” He insisted, holding onto her hand when she kissed his lips, not ready for her to stand. He pressed his lips against hers again, “Make them wait.” He insisted, even as the knocking got louder. 

She smiled and kissed his lips. “If it’s the old woman from downstairs she’s not going to stop. She was annoyed when my TV was too loud for her tastes,” she explained. “It’ll just be a second.” She slipped his shirt on and kissed him again. “Promise.”