Great but poorly executed prompts-part 1
Maria barges through the door, and Natasha looks up with an amusing gleam in her eyes. Her superior officer’s face resembled absolute thunder, and the redhead waited expectedly for what’s to come.
“How could you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Let yourself get shot.... from close range even! You are better than that, Romanoff.”
Natasha snorts. She had this whole conversation planned out in her head already.
“I was distracted.”
“By what? What could possiblydistract the Black Widow from doing her job?”
“Your eyes, apparently. Really, they are so goddamn blue.. wow, does that shade even exist? Are you sure you’re not brainwashed by Loki, too?” Natasha scoots a little bit closer to the edge of her hospital bed and narrows her eyes.
“What?” Maria begins to blush, even though she wouldn’t admit it for a hundred dollars.
Natasha grins. mission accomplished.
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Maria was truly speechless.
“and? do you like it?” Natasha grins. she watches as her girlfriend’s face slowly transforms from an unreadable expression to a full-blown smile, and from a smile to laughing. Natasha can’t help but laugh too as they stare at the doormat in front of their new apartment.
‘welcome!
beware of Maria
Liho is also shady
Natasha is cool!’
it says. it was custom made, and had costed more then Natasha had originally been willing to pay for it, but it was worth every penny, the redhead thinks as she watches Maria throw her head back, still laughing.
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“Maria, no!”
“Maria, yes.” the brunette pulls her old marine shirt quickly out of her girlfriend’s reach, who has to jump to even touch the fabric.
“you have like, sixteen of these things. you can miss a few!”
“nope.” Maria shakes her head, and Natasha gives up. she can’t really out-stubborn her.
Maria, however, knows the redhead wil bring it up again sooner or later, so she grabs a sharpie and goes to work as soon as Natasha leaves the room.
a few minutes later she proudly presents her marine shirt collection to her girlfriend.
‘i ♡ Natasha’ is written on the front of all shirts.
“can i keep them now?”
“mmmm fine.”
Maria grins.
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Maria wakes up to the sound of doves. doves?
Natasha is already gone of course, and so the brunette rolls over, enjoying all of the extra space.
the bird sounds are getting louder and louder, and she jumps out of bed grumpily, already opening her mouth to shout something like “shut up!” as soon as she opened the window.
her jaw does drop to the floor, but not the way she expected when she looks down to the street.
Natasha, wearing a grey, woolen hat that covers her ears and has a huge white, pompon on top. She’s looking up and waving, wearing matching grey gloves and a long, dark grey coat.
Bird food is scattered all around her, in heart shape. Multiple doves as well as seagulls are eating from it.
Maria smiles and waves back.
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when Natasha slides into the room on her socks, arms full of old photo albums and screaming “letsrecreatesomeoldpictures!”, Maria knows something must be horribly wrong with her girlfriend.
“Tasha, ARE. YOU. OKAY.” she asks, already grabbing a flashlight to shine it in the redhead’s eyes.
“yes, why u ask? look at this one! it’s so cute!” Natasha says, mildly confused and waving with a picture. it shows a 7 year old Maria, dressed up for Halloween.
Maria sighs. “why have we even kept these.”
“i hid them in my secret spot, you will never find out where. MUHAHAHAHA.”
Maria puts her hands on her hips. “the loose floorboard in our bedroom?”
“the loose floorboard in our bedroom.” Natasha admits, while flipping through one of the books.
“ok so, we’re recreating.... this one.” she points at a picture taken a year or two ago, at one of Tony’s fancy parties. it shows both of them, smiling at the camera. a wine spot is visible on Natasha’s emerald green dress, that doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. it was from earlier that night, when Bruce had accidentally dropped his glass of red wine and spilled it all over her dress. the redhead didn’t mind though, and just continued talking to the guests as if nothing happened. they had made fun of it later.
“do we even have that dress anymore? didn’t we just throw it away the day after?” Maria asks.
“found it already!” Natasha holds up the piece of fabric.
Maria considers it for a few seconds, and then sighs again. “ok. lets find my dress then.”
that takes a lot of time, especially since it seems to be apart of Natasha’s pile of old clothing, which is sky high, messy and it’s almost impossible to find what you’re looking for. eventually, they find the dress and even though it smells horrible and contains countless of folds, it’s still whole.
they spend the rest of the afternoon laughing at crazy pictures and recreating them. by the time the sun has set they have filled a whole new photo album.
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Natasha: hey;)
Natasha: what are you up to?
Maria: testing out some new underwear;)
Natasha: ooo, pictures?;D
Maria: [image]
(picture featuring Liho, sitting on a glass table with a grumpy expression and wearing red laced lingerie.)
Maria: ;)
Natasha: hmph