She allows herself to envision a clean journey back. A miserable hike, nothing the Black Widow can’t handle, then debrief, and then collapsing on her couch and not leaving her apartment for two days. Recharge time. Every great spy needs it.
Sunburn was not something she had given any particular thought to.
Natasha’s certainly thinking about it now.
If trench warfare were made-up, it would be the most on-the-nose anti-war satire ever created. Bunch of young men shooting at each other from inside open graves, slowly rotting even as they fight to stay alive. Every so often, they get to move a few hundred metres to dig a new grave for themselves somewhere else and this is called a victory.
I really think Rasputin lucked out, in that being remembered by history as some species of giant unkillable sex wizard is something most of us can only fruitlessly aspire to.
Tobey Maguire Spider-Man "it's a hard knock life" fancam hours
MCU, give me more Black Widow and snazzy undercover outfits! the haircut is totally stolen from Chris Samnee, who draws the most beautiful and badass Nat imo
“I love you, sweetheart,” Uncle Ben slurs through the blood bubbling around his lips. “You gotta- you gotta remember that, okay, Pete?”
Peter nods frantically, shoving harder against the wound. Pressure, right?
writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes