Madeofmarblex - SHE SHOOTS & RUNS

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

“Liho? She just comes and goes, I don’t even pay attention to her. ”

ko-fi

i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t come back and say let’s do the darn thing. press the heart to talk shipping with nat, priority will be given to those willing to interact and develop both ic / ooc. pre-established or building relationships both welcome.

imagine that you're given two options, both equally bad but one just a little less painful. live in hell and never see your children again, or live in hell and get to raise your children. a literal rock and a hard place, but for natasha, it was a no-brainer that she was going to pick the option that resulted in keeping the twins and watching them grow up. even if that meant having to live a lie. having to answer to the people she despised most of all. there were times when she tried to forget the chaos that they were living in, times when she was able to pretend that they were just the quintessential suburban families. spoilers, this wasn't one of those times.

there's a thoughtful sigh as natasha finds her way onto the edge of the bed, hands carefully placed into her lap as she considers the best answer. james was so much better at this part of parenting then she was. he'd had parents to base his parenting off... she'd had the red room. but she knows offering to have someone to take them out isn't an appropriate first reaction.

"these children have a way of being mean that is beyond anything we could know." it's a genuine answer despite knowing the world that they are living. "the situation we were put in does not make you any less real."

do better natasha.

"you are the farthest thing from fake. what brought this on?"

A   normal   life   was   never   going   to   be   easy   to   adjust   to.    She   knew   that   much   when   they   had   been   PLACED   in   the   town   for   security.    It   wasn't   even   the   matter   of   their   parents   leaving   from   time   to   time   when   missions   called   for   it.    It   was   the   fact   that   they   still   felt   like   the   odd   one   out   now   that   they   were   out.    Friends   were   hard   to   come   by   even   now   ,   which   had   ultimately   been   was   brought   the   young   girl   home   from   school   with   an   INTENSE   FOCUS   set   on   taking   her   to   the   confines   of   her   room.

The   knock   of   the   door   doesn't   STARTLE   her   ,   but   instead   pulls   her   from   the   mean   comment   that   they   had   seen   scribbled   on   their   locker.    The   same   one   that   had   stuck   in   their   memory   all   day   long.    Jaw   setting   tightly   before   granting   access   to   whoever   was   on   the   other   side   of   the   door.    Seeing   that   it   was   understandably   her   mother   ,   she   sighed   when   asked   if   she   wanted   to   talk.    At   least   this   part   seemed   100%   by   the   books   of   the   normal   American   family.    “   They   called   me   fake.   ”    She   finally   admitted   ,   hands   holding   one   of   the   teddy   bears   that   sat   posed   on   her   bed.    “   &   there   not   even   wrong.    None   of   them   have   the   slightest   clue   who   I   am.   ”

working on replies but also, who'd like a starter?

❝  It Means A Part Of Me Is Still There. ❞ 

Independent & Selective James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes est. 2/22 ◦ revamped 1/25 (previously sxrgeantbarnes) carrd • ask

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how does a starter call sound?

time for captain america brave new world!

natasha nods, understanding the reaction, the uncertainty in her answer. for a moment, the redhead considers her options before electing to speak. "I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner, but the last thing I wanted to do was overwhelm you." justification for ignoring a child? great job, romanoff.

Since Tony brought her on, Ana has felt like the redhead had been avoiding her. This wasn't new; people didn't tend to notice her, so it wasn't really done on purpose. However, Tony clarified to Natasha who Ana was and her importance to him. So it was shocking when the woman spoke to her in a pretty friendly manner. It honestly took her aback. The blonde probably looked like a fish gasping for air before collecting herself enough to respond. "I'm…good, I guess?"