I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I dig the clock which was my heart out of my breast. I go onto the street, clothed in my blood.

"I am a Partially Deceased Syndrome sufferer. And what I did in my untreated state was not my fault."

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faces in your dreams
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Natasha Romanoff/Peggy Carter, 1735 words; for an anon who said:

can you write peggy and natasha? like can that be a thing? i don’t care how or why i just. need it.

They split up.  Steve’s tracking an informant.  It’s most likely a dead end, but Natasha’s instincts to hoard intel are proving difficult to quash, and he wanted to follow the trail, so she lets him go.  She and Sam infiltrate a suspected HYDRA base south of Olevsk; Sam finds nothing but a recently-evacuated warehouse, and Natasha finds the clues that lead them to Dubrovitsya.

They haven’t even been over the border for a full day when Natasha spots her.

She’s got a hat pulled down low– something that could pass as a thrift-store find or a modern attempt at vintage, but Natasha would bet otherwise– and her clothes are nondescript.  Everything about her is utilitarian and sort of abstractly feminine; just enough personality not to catch the eye of someone looking for enemy agents, but nothing really memorable about her.  She doesn’t even catch Sam’s attention, and he’s been hyper-alert to the point of paranoia ever since Project Insight.  Natasha, though, wouldn’t pass her over in a crowd of hundreds, no matter what she wore– her face is too familiar.

“Secure a room,” Natasha murmurs, hand on Sam’s shoulder as she slips cash into his hand.  He takes the litas, looks between Natasha and the woman, and nods.  Then he disappears in the opposite direction.

A few weeks with Sam has Natasha reconsidering why she’s preferred working alone for all these years.

Natasha drifts into the crowd, following from a few blocks behind until the woman disappears down an alley.  Then she checks herself for tails, decides she’s not being tracked, and sprints to catch up.  Before Steve and Sam, Natasha’s only worked comfortably with two partners: Clint– and the woman currently leaning against the alley wall like she’s been waiting for the Black Widow to arrive.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” the woman says, expression blank and eyes alight.

Natasha resists the smile tugging at her own lips, narrows her eyes instead.  “Who are you here for?”

“Complicated,” the woman replies, accent crisp and clean and terribly out of place in the alley’s dank.  “Where exactly are we?”

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mythology - salamanders or fire fairies

Salamanders are fire elementals, the unseen intelligences who allegedly inhabit the element of fire. They are described as invisible beings of fire. Belief in the existance of nature spirits is common to all cultures throughout history. They are said to have been here since the beginning of time, and to have created the landscape of reality. They are usually attached to a specific place. Some are describe in a human form, others are like animals or half-human, half-animal; some are helpful, others deceitful or malevolent. They are normally invisible to humans. As a fire elemental, the Salamanders’ domain are the forest fires, lightning (specially St. Elmo’s Fire), light and fire orbs, volcanoes, fire and all it encompasses. 

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*narrows eyes at the white male characters who outlive my female and PoC faves*

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1 Corinthians 6:19-20

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love storiesthe wolf

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hurry along, little spider: black widow fanmix

001. never did - perfume genius, but i never asked for it / i never did
002. winning - emily haines & the soft skeleton, but knives don’t have your back
003. the darker days of me & him - pj havey, you taught me a lesson i didn’t want to learn
004. to leave, with love - ema, you gotta wake up it’s time to go
005. it’s all gone tomorrow - susanne sundfor, i pull the trigger at your command
006. lick the palm of a burning handshake - zola jesus, the need to know it takes you over
007. blood makes noise - suzanne vega, cause blood makes noise / it’s ringing in my ear
008. y control - yeah yeah yeahs, you’re growing old under the gun

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