‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ◟⠀* ⠀ ⠀ my⠀ ⠀ 𝐩𝖺𝗌𝗍⠀ ⠀ is⠀ ⠀ my⠀ ⠀ 𝗼𝘄͟𝗻 ⠀ ⠀.. ⠀ ⠀no ⠀ ⠀one ⠀ ⠀will⠀ ⠀𝒆𝗏𝖾𝗋⠀ ⠀know ⠀ ⠀my⠀ ⠀ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 ⠀ ⠀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀( agent n. romanoff )
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⳇ 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

@WHITEWDOW / someone’s excited.

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
desk， head eagerly inching closer. as fun as it would be， she won’t let her sweat any longer - after all， she has a game to win.

〝 what i 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 .. what i really want， maria， is 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 〞
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
a flash of a brow ﹠ sway of her hips； natalia is claiming the seat across from the director， eyes never leaving the prize. files are since discarded to her right， elbows propped on clutter filled *
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[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

https://t.co/hcjYOBjw5i

[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀you’re so brave and quiet i forget you’re suffering .

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐢. 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲
———————
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

https://t.co/Tlvxsr4u6s

[ً. @abhorarchive]

think of me as a monster or demon, if you wish. at least this way, your death is not the consequence of your own folly turning you into an easy target; you simply lost to something more powerful than you could ever hope to defeat.

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
〝 something has shifted. i feel it， ﹠ i know that you do. 〞 gaze unwavering， expression telling of more than words ever could. 〝 tell me what move you’d like me to make next. 〞
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
〝 i know that. 〞 without pause， without contemplation. the widow knows how it feels to be misunderstood ﹠ have assumptions made without questioning； they’re human， they feel things. *
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
arms length is her best shot at survival.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
a gesture to the files at carmine painted fingertips， eyes coming to rest on maria’s burning shade of blue. she won’t run this time.

〝 i haven’t delivered， you’re right， but i’m here now. 〞
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍����𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
the commander is right to be bitter； many admissions gone ignored， albeit unwilted in the widow’s mind. there’s never a right moment for this.

〝 chronological， right .ᐣ 〞 *
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
perhaps， but it’s not wise to get comfortable. it’s safer on your toes， with a good view of what’s over your shoulder. it’ll be better for 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 of them that way.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
ironic， considering she really will be 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 if she doesn’t leave. it’s not worth it.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
she told her to stay away.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
i’m not picky. 〞 she’s just teasing. mostly.
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
a glimpse stolen over paperwork， smirk newly etched upon the widow’s lips. she infuriates her， doesn’t she .ᐣ maria isn’t the first， won’t be the last， but might just be her favorite； *
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
the softest skin she’s ever gotten under.

〝 hm， i can think of several alternatives that would put my hands to better use than this. me， you ﹠ this desk .. or the couch .. or against the wall. *
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[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
now， pass me some of that paperwork， will you .ᐣ your desk is in shambles - it’s making me itch.
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[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
the performance is part of me； i spent my entire childhood on tiptoe， straining to be the best， ﹠ i am. i’m the best， miss hill， but not by resting. *
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[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
something like that.

a break .. it 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 kill me， but it gives me time to think. i’m more of an actor. can’t you tell .ᐣ
⠀

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
( a strange， child - like embarrassment creeps up， dusting her cheeks a subtle shade of pink ) mhm， thanks. how could i ever live without it .ᐣ
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓥𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙺𝙾𝙵𝙵. @motheringwidows]

it’s a beautiful thing, дорогая. ( lifting
her hand, she offers a brief salute,
mirroring the same smile ) you have
my support.

[‍ ‍･ⴵ ‍𝖗𝐞𝐝 ‍𝖉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ‍ @keptherheart]

⠀
first light is pouring through the crack in her curtains； at last， another sleepless night can be put to rest.
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