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NATASHA ROMANOFF
username: widow
age: 31
Submissive
Up: Penthouse

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»»» action; whatever day hank's post goes up, time is an illusion

[ex_serum683]

❰ steve is taking a half day from work. he's in too terrible a mood to be anybody's husband, and he doesn't want to be there on a good day anyway, so he just... needs to be home. he also doesn't want to hear about whatever two years he missed over text in the pecs employee bathroom, so yeah. half day.

he arrives at the apartment and immediately makes for the kitchen, following the scent of coffee and the quiet sounds of natasha pouring two cups. ❱

I'd tell you how I take it, but...

❰ as if natasha doesn't know exactly how steve takes his coffee... and whatever else he takes, probably, she's observant like that. ❱

[fsb]

[ she offers him a half-smile in response. black, two sugars. he's always liked it simple — in fact, the sugar, she knows, is a luxury of the modern age in his view. he didn't fuss much with that back when he was growing up in brooklyn, certainly not on the front. sugar cost money they couldn't always spare, he'd told her.

before she hands his mug to him, however —

natasha approaches on soft feet and wraps even softer arms around his broad ribs and shoulders. ]

After the Christmas Breakfast: Text

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Nope, he is not walking down the hall to ask her about this in person.]

Hello Natasha, would you have ten minutes to run something down to someone on a lower floor?

[OOC: Will would like to be able to find a way to ignore why they found Abigail's underwear left behind. /o\ ]

[fsb]

[ one auburn eyebrow inches slowly up. ]

well, well, william.
if a lady left you a gift, are you sure you want to give it back?

»» text; handle: srogers

[ex_serum683]

How many people are you training right now, and could you take another?

[fsb]

i have room. who's interested?

text; un: falcon

[sizeofyourbaggage]

can I ask you a very important question?

[fsb]

i swear to god, sam, this had better not be another one about when my legs open for business because i will close them around your neck and you will never breathe again.

handle: Ντιάνα (forward-dated to the 22nd)

[monomachy]

[The woman in the photo looks, in a word, relaxed. Dark waves of hair are piled upon her head, a few locks breaking free from their loose bindings in gentle curls. A light blanket is draped over the curve of her backside, offering the illusion of modesty. Propped up on her arms as she is, it's obvious that she's athletic from the toned look of her biceps and back, but everything about her appears impossibly soft. The four-poster bed she's resting upon is draped with thin white linen, framing the scene like a classical painting, and there are pillows of all colors, cloths, and sizes piled near the headboard. The curtains are drawn on the window behind her, but a single shaft of sunlight still peeks through and falls across her arched back.]

[fsb]

[ it's unsolicited, but not unappreciated. natasha wants to make sure this is communicated, tastefully so. ]

i can find one word for this: divinity.

[ she recognizes the handle from her tireless hours monitoring the network. this person has made a post very kindred to her interests in the past. ]

diana, yes? you've reached natasha.

post-dated to 1/21; hacked

[ecchymosis]

ability: sensory perception manipulation.
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.

[ that's the message, no context provided. ]

[fsb]

[ this is grave. the flood has started rolling in, but june's is the most harmful hack so far. ]

cha seojun.
this is natasha romanoff.
contact me again if you require help scrambling the data on end user devices where this has been transmitted.

text ⇉ un: pjq forward dated to 1/21

[milano]

[ gosh, the messages that natasha's about to get from peter are really gonna be a downgrade after the other two. because it's while sending something to someone else that his phone glitches and proceeds to send every single picture on peter's phone to natasha.

do not ask why he has so many pictures fruit on his phone. there were reasons, okay.

besides, there were other other things too. ]

[fsb]

i knew it.
i knew you both had a weird food thing.

now you're inflicting it on the whole city via episode 2.

how did you find such a phallic strawberry??? ...A PENISBERRY.

misfire; un: molly

[mollymocks]

[fsb]

[ oh... yes, tho??? ]

text; misfire plot

[freightcars]

I think she's dodgin me
You know her better than I do
Mostly
Can you just talk to her, see where she's at about it
Tried to text her earlier and never got anything back

[fsb]

[ ...she leaves this on read for two days before doing anything with it. it's not hers. outside of her privilege, despite being the subject matter, clearly enough.

finally: ]

you didn't text me. just to clarify.
given what's happening, it probably ended up with someone else.

Misfire plot

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will had been sent the picture, anonymously, the day after his 'punishment' had been played out. He'd immediately deleted it, but like internets everywhere, once something is out there it's out there forever.

Which meant that when all the shenanigans with the hacking, misfiring started to occur, with Will's luck, the damn picture went out into the public. ]

[fsb]

[ her blood runs absolutely cold. it's a full two minutes before her fingers work enough to receive messages from her brain, well enough to reach out to him. ]

will... your phone sent something to me.
something graphic.

text; un: lokiofasgard; hacker plot misfire

[magpiemythos]

[Attached image: squad.jpg]

[fsb]

[ is that... loki as a child? a teenager? who is he with? why does he look so pure? ]

explain.

[ no, he didn't send it to her on purpose, but confusing her is still somehow his fault. ]

u/n: m, misfire

[incogneto]

as long as anyone with hot blood can
and now she's looking for a downtown man
that's what i am

tu, tu eres el iman y yo soy el metal
me voy ?cando y voy armando el plan

i feel alive (alive is stretched out across many syllables)
and the world is turning inside out
floating around in ecstasy

we're gonna daw daw leeluulurry lurrah
and sugar we're going down singing

mm bop buh dabap doo wop (is this what modern scatting is like)

[fsb]

[ she's drinking coffee when this message arrives.

a moment later, the coffee is everywhere, all over the table and down her chin and a little bit up her nose—
daw daw leeluulurry lurrah
MODERN SCATTING— ]

in an mmmmbop they're not there
until you lose your HAIR
oh but you don't care, yeahhhh
(what right did they have to talk about losing hair they all had hair down to their knees when they sang this)

also, just

ra rah ah-ah-ahhhh
romahhh ro-mah-mahhh
GAGA ooo la-la
want your bad rooomance

text • un: thebetterparkerp — HACKED

[awesomeee]

[ IMG.001 ]

[fsb]

[ she sighs. she needs to round up the entire group's devices and encrypt them at least eight levels up. ]

i'm guessing that's toothpaste. i've never seen so much as peach fuzz on your upper lip.

text; un: falcon; misfire

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ this text comes with two pictures attached - except pretend the dog in question is a pitbull. ]

I'm never deleting these
I might have to send them to the rest of the paw patrol

[fsb]

[ she balks, forgetting about delicacies surrounding the fact this text wasn't meant for her. ]

is that... loki????

misfire; un: lunacies

[obsessiveness]

[ just this attached image from a complete stranger. ]

Think I'm finally getting the hang of this again.

[fsb]

[ alright, it's an accident, but a happy one. she hopes he doesn't mind that she actually wants to respond to the hack: ]

i know i'm not the intended recipient of this message, but i'm a dancer, too. my name is natasha.
you have excellent form. it's very nice to meet you.

misfire // un: ikol

[yoursavior]

Well, just since you've asked: I think you've been misinformed. In my universe, I was tremendously popular with the people of Earth. They have a group of heroes there–to which my brother belongs–who all but begged me to join their ranks. 'Please, Loki–we beseech you, if we must have an Odinson, let it not be the stupid one!' Unfortunately, I had to decline, as my services were required on Asgard. To rule it, obviously.

[fsb]

[ PUNCHING AT THE KEYS WITH HER FINGERS: ]

L O K I .

misfire; un: stark

[definingfuture]

[This was never meant to happen. It wasn't meant to exist at all, but Tony can't always help what his brain does these days.]

ohgodohgodfuck Ineedto

ohfuck

[fsb]

[ ok the most awkward and surreal hack by far?? don't message her with your mind you randy pandy, you're supposed to be the superior stark?? you're getting interrupted. ]

do you?? do you really???

fort harmony; late night

[carrytheshield]

Hey, Tasha?
You awake?

[He figures texting is the best way to not bother her if she is.]

[fsb]

[ she can't see the username at first, her eyes are blurry from exhaustion, but there's only one person currently present in the city who calls her that name. ]

james... what's wrong?

[ natasha can't help jumping to that conclusion, given where they are. ]

un: w.graham - text - private - durning FH times

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

I wanted to take a moment to explain something.

For now Dr. Lecter and I are at something of a mutually assured destruction, impasse.

If I remove the reward of civility by making sweeping -and unprovable- statements about what he is capable of, then he no longer has any reason to be civil. If he pushes me to a point where burning and salting the earth behind me is my last recourse, well he knows I am capable of doing just that.

The uneasy truce plays out like this.

I have named certain individuals as out of bounds when it comes to the games between himself and I. You're one of those individuals. I'm sorry that this is all the protection I can offer you, Natasha.