𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

( @umbrasmutt )
            
            Perhaps they shared more similarities than they could've originally thought so. She knew quite well what it was like to be in a 'prison', even if it wasn't literally behind bars. And it tended to be a lot worse. The illusion of freedom, whilst being someone's puppet. Controlled. *Their* weapon. Something, not someone. Nothing more, nothing else.
            There was no room for sympathy there, just yet. She knew nothing about him. She wasn't his target, but who was? What was he after? "Да. Or, better saying it... I was." what was she, now? Not American either, despite what any documents said, and her somewhat comfortable life in New York. An apartment... a cat... friends. It was more than she could've ever dreamed of. Something she still didn't know if she fully deserved. Not till tying all the loose ends of her past.
            
            
            // of coursee !!! (:

@-RUSSIANSPIES 
            
            / I FORGOT TO REPLY BEFORE SENDING but tysm <3

@-RUSSIANSPIES 
            
            even when ‘off duty’ , he was still a soldier at heart .  it was practically built into him after all , half his life was spent as such and now as an adult wasn’t any different .  except for the fact he didn’t hate his job as much now , sure , he was in another prison but at least this one kept him more ‘well fed’ than the last .  “ as much as i LOVE to brag  ,  i prefer just doing my job and doing the gloating afterwards .  ” which wasn’t entirely true , mikhail liked doing both but he was no fool either , knew when there was a time to be serious and a time for goofing around .  “ Да .  from the lack of surprise i’m guessing you are too ?  ” he raised a brow , it was surprisingly rare for him to come across a fellow russian , most came to him as enemies .  the konni , how irony it is that he used to work for them .  something he’d rather not think about , at least.. not right now anyways .

/ me please ! Steve and Nat friendship banter ?

  /   big sister contentttt 

/ ily too! You are so welcome !

@-chorusgirl // aaahhh, ilyyy <333 tysmm, Mija !!!! xxxx

( @BloodiedArrows- )
            
            Her gaze shifted away from his eyes to rest on his hand on her arm. The gentle, grounding touch. The familiar presence. She took in everything: what was said and the words that were left unspoken, equally. The way that such a simple gesture had such a huge effect on her. He was *there*. And to make sure he would still be, she had calculated every step of this plan to perfection. She didn't count on one thing, though... the way that only he could affect her resolve.
            "There's no space for adjustments," she started, firstly avoiding eye contact. But even so, the 'damage' to her perfect plan was already done. She found herself conceding— and with that, locking eyes with him. "But there might be space for improvisation." which she wasn't fond of, in the slightest. But learned the importance of from the very same person who was standing in front of her.
            "I'll come with you," she wasn't giving in as easily as it may have sounded. On the inside, a raging storm. All the probabilities that things could go wrong. At the same time, by his side... she knew she would have greater chances at keeping him safe. The main objective of the plan was still the same.
            She glanced at the computer's screen; the route was memorized, but she wanted to make sure. One last time... before pressing 'enter' and opening the door in front of them. She gripped her gun, making sure it was ready. "Let's go."

;// <333

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            Clint didn’t move. Not right away.
            
            His gaze stayed on her, steady—taking in the stillness, the control, the way she’d already decided how this ended before he even asked. 
            
            Yeah. He knew that look. 
            
            “…Nat” It was quieter than before. Not sharp. Not sarcastic. Just /there/.
            
            He pushed off the wall fully this time, closing the distance between them in a few slow steps, stopping just short—close enough to matter.
            
            “You already wrote the ending,” he said, low. Not accusing. Just… fact. A beat.
            
            “And I’m guessing it’s the one where I walk out, and you don’t” his jaw tightened slightly, eyes searching hers—not for the plan.
            
            For her.
            
            “The path is clear,” Clint echoed, like he was testing the words. Then, softer— “yeah. I know.”
            
            A pause stretched. Heavy. Familiar. His hand lifted—brief, hesitant—before settling lightly against her arm. Grounding. Real.
            
            “You don’t get to make that call alone,” he murmured. Not louder. Just firmer. Another beat.
            
            “…you really think I’m gonna take that shot?” he added, a faint, humorless huff under it. “Walk out knowing you’re still in here?”
            
            His thumb shifted slightly against her sleeve, then stilled.
            
            “I’m not leaving you,” Clint said, simple as that. No dramatics. No negotiation. Just truth. A beat passed—then, quieter, but somehow heavier—
            
            “Not this time” his gaze didn’t waver “adjust the plan.”

// also, not entirely mcu or comics compliant, but heavily influenced by both. what guides my portrayal of her, it's my own interpretation of the character's emotional aspects that we really see so little (considering the tough, agent type).

// the only ship I see for her, too, guys... but really the slow burn type ;)

// in my portrayal of her, Clint DOES play an important role. he's the one who comes first, always. it isn't always shown explicitly, but the fact that, doesn't matter what she's doing or where she is, she'll find a way to help him if he is in trouble... it basically says enough.