This Time// WinterWidow

This Time// WinterWidow

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"So you're mute, is that it then?" He throws a punch at her, wind actually whooshing at his speed. But Natalia is faster. "Or do you only talk to people who keep you in a cage, all locked up?" The Asset hisses under his breathe, he wanted to strangle her. Annoying. The Redhead slides on the ground, slipping in between his legs, rising, and then kicks him on the back, hard enough for him to fall to his knees. "Or do you.. like chains? I can see that, actually. It all stems from those deep underlying trauma, and-" No one saw it, but he smirked when his metal arm was finally around her annoying little neck, blocking her air circulation, her desperate tries to turn the positions around. / a story of way back when, Natasha Romanoff was all but a Red Room girl made of marble. And The Winter Soldier , who was brought there to train her. mostly a love story of pain and for pain, enjoy the bloody ride.
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"You need to fix this, Tony, because I can't unless you decide to help me out here. So, work with me, please!" Rogers thrust his hands out towards him, and oh shit, he needed to protect his chest. Tony flinched away, his hands instinctively covering his chest protectively as he leaned away in his chair pushing it back as far as he could take it, and his eyes automatically squeezed close in anticipation of the inevitable blow. ~~~~~ Or post civil war angst. Civil War Team Iron Man. ***** Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, or any of the related characters. All rights for the canonical characters and associated concepts belong to Marvel and its writers. I am not making any profit off of this story. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes. There is use of foul language in this story. There are no graphically or sexually explicit scenes in this story, but since anything can serve as triggers, your media consumption is your responsibility. Warnings: Mentions of bullying (slightly), PTSD, Panic attack.

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