Name's Natasha. Agent Romanoff to you i work with S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm not your average girl. Don't mess with me you'll regret it.
((Ind. Natasha Romanoff blog. Will rp with anyone. Can be NSFW. All images used on this blog are not mine. Any questions for me? Ask!))
M!A Status: Under influence of sex pollen
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I am, at the moment physically unable to go see IM3. I have yet to see it, and because of this I’m staying far away from tumblr due to possible spoilers. Hopefully this will be amended soon. I miss all of you guys and hope we can do stuff soon. Just for sake of my character, let’s just say Nat’s on assignment, Kay?
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“No. No I haven’t. He knows better. Besides. I thought it might be related to the set of my widow’s bite I found in your possession last week.”
“Those were research…”
“Yeah…and what exactly were you researching? I don’t recall you working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Unless there’s something you’ve been hiding from me.”
“Jen…I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“well hello, you found me.”
”Can’t say I was exactly looking, but yes, apparently I did.”
“It seems we have a problem…One of my suits is missing. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?”
“Nope. No. I mean what would I even….have you asked Dad?” Right. Because Bucky would have taken one of Natasha suits. Of course, in this family, stranger things had happened.
“No. No I haven’t. He knows better. Besides. I thought it might be related to the set of my widow’s bite I found in your possession last week.”
I decided that I wanted to try something. I have a lot of followers some who I’ve rarely, (if ever) interacted with. So, I’m taking a bit of a step.
Here goes.
If you’re reading this, You are one of my followers. Here’s the deal. I’m going to start to randomly make starters and tag you. They might be silly little threads, others more thought out. It’s up to you to respond. I’m not going to harass you, but if you’d like to rp, just answer. If not, That’s fine. I won’t mind (especially if you have a lot going on at the moment. Life happens, I get it.)
but that’s it. I’ll post a starter. If you want reply. No strings attached.
It starts now. Are you ready?
“Anastasia…” Natasha called. “I need to talk to you.”
Anastasia. It was never good when her parents used Anastasia. Closing her laptop, she headed out of her room, winding her way through the house in search of her mom.
“What’s up?”
“It seems we have a problem…One of my suits is missing. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?”