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It was odd hearing him talk about missions; she was so used to them going on them together, though its been so long since they had. “You always seem to have something wrapped up these days.” She muttered. “Where did you go?”

"Local," Clint murmured, rubbing the grit from his eyes. "Illegal arms dealer selling some very…high teach stuff. Went in to take him out. Not sure why they sent me in though…"

She leaned back a little in the chair, enjoying the worn chair. It was very him, and she had really missed their closeness recently. “Hmm. Not your usual.” She agreed with a murmur. “Who put you up to it?”

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iamthewinteryoudread:

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"Why am I even trying to talk to you?"

"Well, that’s a little rude. And here I thought we were friends."

"You dont’ care about me the way you used to…"

"Buck… You’ve got to understand where I’m coming from. You can’t act like I’m the only one who’s changed."

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iamthewinteryoudread:

"Why am I even trying to talk to you?"

"Well, that’s a little rude. And here I thought we were friends."

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Scarlett Johansson by Solve Sundsbo

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Open RP

"Go ahead. You know I’m stubborn."
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A Royal Event (royalty AU) // Natasha and Clint

Romanov Hall was bustling these days; mostly in eager preparation for the will-be guests to fill it, but also with the intangible buzz of excitement. Natasha couldn’t help herself; she, too, was anxiously awaiting their arrival. Yes, nervous, but also a bit thrilled. Guests? It felt to her like Romanov Hall had been stale for at least a decade. Then again, that may be true. Her parents went away when attending a gala or ball, never hosting, which left Natasha utterly alone. Being the only child of the Tsar and Tsarina of Russia, she had few people to interact with. She couldn’t very well play and chat with the servants, after all, though her ladies in waiting often kept her good enough company. The palace always seemed empty to her, and she longed to escape it, to climb over the towering golden walls and leap into adventure.

Perhaps she might meet people of interest today, when the guests arrive. Natasha let her imagination wander to the painted faces of strangers richly decorated in gleaming jewels and fine silks as she was now. In her mind, they danced and ate, laughed and listened to music. The days-long Gala celebrating none other than her would truly be magnificent. It was, after all, going to celebrate her coronation. She was finally of age, and this was truly a momentous occasion. The only daughter of the Tsar, taking her rightful place.

Natasha smiled to herself, thoughts interrupted only by one of her ladies in waiting rushing towards her. “принцесса, гости прибывают.” She said softly, bowing at the waist as she did. Wordlessly, Natasha rose, and her lady in waiting helped her smooth the creases of her icy blue and gold gown. She took a deep breath, and followed the lead of the lady.

Scarlett Johansson for Vanity Fair (May, 2014)

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