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#redroomdropout




hoenn:

Black Widow #11 by Nathan Edmondson & Phil Noto
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"You actually thought I cared about you?"

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interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

America blinked, taken back, and she felt herself go pale.

"…what?"

"Well, news flash, Fai, I am involved. I care about you, it’s not like I’m just gonna step back and watch them do this to you all over again!”

Her stomach flip-flopped and her eyes closed. She was not used to having this type of support. 

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"You actually thought I cared about you?"

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interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

redroomdropout:

interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

America blinked, taken back, and she felt herself go pale.

"…what?"

"It was not enough." Her gaze dropped, focusing on the ground. "I was en route for another drop."

"See why I had to do something?" America asked, crossing her arms.

Faina curled her knees up to her chest. “I wanted to tell you, but I did not want you to get involved.”

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"You actually thought I cared about you?"

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interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

redroomdropout:

interdimensional-kickerofbutt:

America blinked, taken back, and she felt herself go pale.

"…what?"

"By feeding them information." She said flatly. "Nothing too significant. But enough…"

"Doesn’t seem like it was enough if you still had to put up your little show."

"It was not enough." Her gaze dropped, focusing on the ground. "I was en route for another drop."

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metal-arm-with-a-mission:

"I know," he said, brushing her hair back so he could peck her forehead. Telling her it would be all over quickly would be a lie, he knew— he wasn’t even fully sure Tony could do anything at all.

"After all this is over, we’re getting away from here," he told her. "Away from New York, out of the country. Somewhere warm, like Guam or Brazil. Or maybe New Zealand, I hear that place is gorgeous."

She let her head drop, her forehead resting against James’s shoulder. She liked winter, in general, was not particularly fond of being wet, but she had not left New York since her arrival—side-trip to Latveria aside. “That… might be enjoyable.”

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 face claim;  

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metal-arm-with-a-mission:

redroomdropout:

metal-arm-with-a-mission:

…….

"At least you’re out of the cell now."

They sat together on a loveseat in the break room, him with his arm around her and clasping her hand. “That’s something, right?”

Faina nodded numbly, her legs tucked into her chest. She hated feeling this way, weak, vulnerable. Like she had never gotten her freedom in the first place. Her stomach felt like lead, as she sat waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

He cocked his jaw to the side at her silence.

"Faina, look at me," he told her, turning her face toward him with the tips of his fingers. "It’s not the end of the world. Yeah it’s bad, but we’ve both been through worse, right?"

Faina’s face tilted towards Bucky but she couldn’t bring herself to lift her gaze to his. “I just want it to be over.”

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"I need your help. And your word that you will speak of this to no one."

the-hulkling

the-hulkling:

redroomdropout:

Faina stood in her doorway looking the shapeshifter up and down warily. “Why…?”

"PM. 211 W 106th St." He sat down beside her, not too close because he remembered her need for personal space, but close enough he could look at her screen. The silence had been driving him insane, and he knew from patrols that the NYPD were overloaded with the amount of small crimes coming in recently to even begin to look for a missing young adult.

With a few keystrokes, Faina pulled up the security cameras from around the Kaplan house, rewinding back through the previous day’s activity—the hustle and bustle of New York City playing out in reverse in several small boxes on the screen. When the timecode reached 6:13 PM, a box in the lower right hand corner of the screen showed Billy normally approaching the Uptown, not the Downtown, 1 train. 

She stared at the screen. “It’s the wrong train. He headed further north…” The image on the screen paused as she pointed out the sign. She immediately started scrolling through the footage, looking for something new. 

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Fingers through your hair

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katesgotabow:

redroomdropout:

katesgotabow:

The fingers in her hair were extremely rhythmic. Like the person doing it wasn’t quite sue if it would help. Kate coughed and moved to sit up, groaning. “Where am I?” She muttered, peeking over her eyes, trying to get them to focus.

"Incorrect. Ice and ibuprofen to being down the swelling, then."

"Ugh, fine."

Faina got up from the couch and went for the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a baggy full of ice, 800 mg of ibuprofen, and a glass of water. She held them out to Kate. 

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once upon a december….

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