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nightshadezombie  asked:

For Promptucky! 10 please, Tony hugging Natasha. With a side of 7, Nick and Melinda. Thanks!

I already did a Nick/Melinda for Number 7, but as for the other (and I am sorry, but they refused to hug “on camera,” if you will):

“Come here.  You clearly need a hug.”

Natasha frowns as, a couple feet away, Tony smiles at her.  "Who are you, and where did you leave the real Tony Stark?“ she asks. "Because last time I checked—”

“New software upgrade. I’m now a much kinder, gentler, more affectionate Stark.  If you don’t believe me, ask my children.”  She rolls her eyes, and he offers her a small, mostly tame smile.  "I’m also the second-best hugger in my household. Just, you know, for the record.“

"Now that, I believe,” she replies.  She nearly smiles at his scowl.  "I don’t need a hug, Tony.“

"You sure?” he needles.

Instead of rolling her eyes at him again, she returns to her computer. “I’m positive.”

They linger in silence for a few seconds—Tony still looming in her doorway, Natasha frowning halfheartedly at her outlook—before he says, “Hey.”  His voice is almost uncharacteristically soft, and for some reason, the back of her throat tightens.  She swallows around it as she glances over.  "With Pepper out sick, Bruce off at a conference, and Clint spending a long weekend in the back end of nowhere—"

“You mean Nebraska?” she asks.

“Is there really any difference?” he replies, and she shrugs instead of answering. “Obviously, my point is that all your usual confidants are out of town,” he continues, “leaving you to nurse your wounds all by your lonesome.  And since I don’t actually believe in lonely wound-nursing—”

She snorts. “Since when?”

“—I’m here to give you a hug.”  This time, when she starts to roll her eyes, he pins her with a single look. “And I’m not leaving until you give in.”

Natasha studies him for a moment, her lips pursed.  "You might be waiting a long time,“ she warns.

"Lucky for you, they included patience in the software update,” he replies, and she almost smiles.

jfridley  asked:

Labor Day prompts: Mpu pepper/Natasha #1 Mpu Tony/Bruce #5 #13 Steve and Bucky #2 Dot Amy Teddy and miles #43 #50 ❤️💗

Just because I have so many prompts (like, loads of them), I am going to pluck but a couple from this list. 

“Come over here and make me.”

Pepper bristles at Tony the second the words roll off his tongue, and Natasha raises her eyebrows. She’s perched on the edge of Pepper’s desk, checking final edits on a motion while she waits for a fax from the local domestic violence shelter, and Tony stills the second their eyes meet.

Pepper, completely unaware of the staring contest, grits her teeth.  “I’m asking you to sign off on a brief, Tony, not finish your vegetables before dessert.”

“Except Hill gutted that brief without my permission,” Tony argues.  “And since I don’t believe in signing my name to anything I don’t like, you might as well—”

Natasha lowers her motion into her lap and tilts her head.  Tony swallows around the end of his sentence.  Pepper, on the other hand, just sighs.  “Stop acting like a spoiled child.”

“I—” he starts, but Natasha just blinks at him.  He scrubs a hand over his face.  “Yeah, fine, whatever, give me the brief,” he acquisceses, and scribbles his name across the bottom of the page.

Pepper waits until he’s out of earshot to say, “I know what you did.”

Natasha smiles.  “And?”

“And nothing,” Pepper replies, and trails fingers across Natasha’s knee before turning back to her computer.


“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Bruce flops back against the couch and rubs a hand over his face.  “I don’t even know what we’re talking about, anymore,” he admits.  “I lost track after the third drink.”

“Fourth.”  He frowns, and Tony prods his thigh with his toes.  “I made everybody two, then you made us each two. Four drinks.”  He rattles the ice in his glass.  “Five if you count the one we’re sharing.”

Bruce narrows his eyes. “We’re sharing that drink?”

“Since you stole it out of my hand, yeah.”  Tony raises the glass to his lips, and Bruce watches the way his throat bobs.  He thinks about pressing his face to that throat, or maybe feeling Tony’s goatee against his cheek, when Tony says, “And we’re talking about how we’re post-gaming Steve’s big victory and how unbelievably jealous you are of my special relationship with him.”

Bruce rolls his eyes. “I’m not jealous,” he says, even as his stomach clenches.

“Really.”  Tony abandons the glass on the coffee table to scoot closer, his legs stretching over Bruce’s lap.  Bruce swallows.  “So if tomorrow I started hanging out with him instead you—having regular dinners, drinking with him after all our other friends go home, crashing on his couch—you wouldn’t be upset?”

Bruce snorts.  “Bucky’d be more upset than I would.”

“Not what I asked, big guy.” He plants two fingers under Bruce’s chin, steers his face until their eyes meet.  Bruce’s heart jumps up into his throat.  “I asked if you’d be upset.  Just you. Nobody else.”

Bruce thinks of the last four-plus years before he gulps.  “Yeah,” he admits, “I’d be upset.”

“Then you’re jealous,” Tony decides, and bops Bruce on the nose before he scoots away.


“Have you lost your damn mind?”

Steve flinches at the red-hot anger in Bucky’s tone, never mind the way he slaps his case file against the kitchen counter.  Even in his undershirt and sling (because he’s still recovering from his most recent shoulder surgery, baby step by baby step), he reminds Steve of the broad-shouldered stranger who stuck up for him at the baseball diamond—and against that, Steve feels like a scrawny kid again.  He toys with the form, drumming his fingers against it, and works hard not to duck his head away from Bucky’s glare.

“You might need another surgery,” he reminds his husband.  “Tim’s in a travelling baseball league, we just remodeled the basement …” He shakes his head.  “Even ignoring the amount of turmoil in that office, the last thing we need is—”

“You doing exactly what you’ve wanted to do since the day Fury retired,” Bucky cuts in.  Steve glances away, rubs the side of his neck, and he only realizes that Bucky’s moved after a hand touches his hip.  “We don’t need interim district attorneys and strangers from who-knows-where,” Bucky presses.  “We need you.”

Steve snorts.  “I might be a horrible district attorney,” he points out.

“And if you drop out of the damn race, you’ll never find out,” Bucky returns—and only releases Steve long enough to crumple up the withdrawal form.

A thought occurs to me:

Please, if you will, picture Assistant District Attorney Clint Barton when he encounters his first case of “distracted driving – playing the pokemon game.”

He squints at the copy of the ticket (a digital scan that perfectly captures the officer’s chicken-scratch handwriting), confused. He tilts his head left and right, not necessarily because he’s not heard of this new Pokemon bullshit (of course he’s heard about it, Wade posts daily Facebook updates about his latest catches, Tony and Miles keep competing to find the rare ones), but because people don’t actually play while driving. Right? ‘Cause he’s not exactly a saint in the driver’s seat, either, but playing a location-based game in traffic’s gotta be the dumbest

He says all this at lunch, of course, and Tony laughs hard enough that he almost hurts himself.  “How else am I supposed to clean out all the Pokestops in the neighborhood?” he demands, raising his hands when Bruce shoots him a dirty look. “Not with the kids in the car. Miles already declared that a party foul.”

“Please tell me that’s not the only reason,” Natasha mutters.

Tony waves her off, and Clint just stares at him. Except gaping over at Tony’s side of the table means noticing the way Bucky and Steve keep avoiding his eyes. He groans. “Not you! You’re supposed to be the voices of reason!”

Steve pinks up immediately. “We’re not proud of it,” he defends. “We just grew up on Pokemon, you know?”

“Gotta catch ‘em all,” Bucky agrees. The way he says it, it sounds like the end of a prayer.

Clint rubs a hand over his face. “It’s like we’re in some fucked-up alternate reality where I’m the only mature adult in the bunch,” he mutters.

Natasha pats his leg. “Don’t worry,” she soothes. “The next season of House of Cards will drop soon. Give you something to watch in the car.”

Everybody’s heads snap up in creepy unison, and Clint sighs.

He hates everything. 

anonymous asked:

For Labor Day Prompts! MPU Natasha, seeing red (86).

The first time Natasha sees Pepper’s neighbor grab his wife too hard, she’s stepping off the elevator before joining Pepper for dinner. They stare at each other for a moment, the man swaying and his wife wide-eyed. There’s a livid red mark on her pretty, pale face.

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Everything all right?”

“Fine,” the man grumbles, and drags his wife through their apartment door.

The second time she sees him grab his wife too hard, he’s in the foyer of the building, his mailbox standing open as he balls his fist in his wife’s blouse. Even from five or ten feet away, Natasha can see the bruises on the woman’s arm.

Pepper stills at Natasha’s side, her fingers curling around Natasha’s elbow, but Natasha simply stares the man down.

“The fuck you looking at?” he demands, and when she finally glances away, he spits out a slur that sets her whole body on edge.

“Don’t,” Pepper warns her in the elevator, and Natasha grinds her teeth. “Call the police, call in a favor, whatever you need to do. But don’t get involved. Don’t put yourself at risk.”

“He’s hurting her,” Natasha sneers.

“And you can help her without hurting yourself,” Pepper says, the refrain of an old, ugly argument.

The third time Natasha sees him grab his wife too hard— Well.

“He tripped into the fire hydrant,” Natasha says calmly, and Officer Cassidy raises an eyebrow. In the back of the ambulance, the fat, drunken man rants and raves about the angry bitch who kneed him in the balls and threw him into the fire hydrant. There’s blood on his forehead, and his hand shakes when he points at her.

“Just like that?” Cassidy asks flatly.

“Just like that,” Natasha replies, and smiles.

nightshadezombie  asked:

In Chain of Custody, there was a really sweet scene when Natasha met Amy and Amy said "I like your hair. Mine goes everywhere." and Nat says "Mine used to go everywhere, too." Can we please have a scene where Nat sits Amy down on the kitchen counter with a bunch of product and and a dad on either side and says "okay guys, this is how we make it all go the same-ish direction". Maybe she gives a few braiding lessons as well? Thanks!

“Is it really called ‘dancing detangler?’” Tony asks, and Natasha glares at him.

Generally, Natasha adheres to a strict non-interference policy with other people’s children. After all, she’s not the person feeding, clothing, bathing, and comforting them all hours of the day and night; her opinion on their upbringing is therefore none of her damn business.

But it’s spring break at Amy’s school, and for the last four days, she’s arrived at the office with her hair looking like a dark brown rat’s nest.

Natasha’s no bleeding heart, but no little girl deserves to look like she was assaulted in the night by a very vindictive teasing comb.

The fact that she marched off to Walgreens and bought one of each detangler and kid’s conditioner on the shelf, well. It’s not like anyone else was going to do it.

“Some of these are conditioner and detangler in one,” she explains as she sorts the bottles into two very neat columns. Tony tries to steal one, and she smacks him on the hand. “With the others, you could probably keep using her conditioner, but it might make her hair greasy.” She glances over at Amy, who’s staring with wide eyes. “I don’t think her hair’s necessarily coarse, just thick and curly. Any one of these will probably do the trick.”

Bruce frowns. “Should we have been using conditioner on her hair all along?”

Natasha blinks at him. “You mean you’re not?”

“If we lie about it, can we get out of this conversation?” Tony asks.

“No.”

“Then no. We’re not.” He pauses. “Except for that one time we ran out of her shampoo and used the two-in-one stuff from our bathroom, but—”

Natasha sighs. It’s not a small sigh; it’s a sigh that could probably move mountains even larger than Bruce and Tony’s collective hair-treatment ignorance. “On second thought,” she says, “let’s start at the beginning.”

innytoes  asked:

Who does Darcy look up to most at the office?

She will kill you if ever you repeat this, but Clint. Darcy’s realized over her year-plus of woring for him that he is a messed up guy who has tried really hard to reassemble his life and make good, and she admires the hell out of that. Darcy’s struggled some, too–she’s from a family where higher education has never really been a priority and I think she feels like nobody understands her ambition to be a lawyer–and seeing Clint now after knowing where he’s started inspires her. Plus, Clint is really good at thinking on his feet and handling cases naturally and she needs to learn that.

So, yeah, Clint is sort of her favorite ever. 

(But Natasha is her fashion idol.)

anonymous asked:

MPU Bruce and Natasha with the Banner-Stark children (because Tony and Pepper are off doing work things)

“I didn’t take you for a ‘Disney on Ice’ kind of guy,” Natasha says with a smirk, and Bruce rolls his eyes.

Tony’s away at oral arguments in the capital for the next three days, and as usual, Pepper’s at his side to manage his argument-induced mania. Single-parenting one teenage boy is easy enough, but two teenage boys and a seven-year-old? That’s a whole different story. Which is why Bruce’d originally bought the Harlem Globetrotters tickets, as a distraction from the whole “down one parent for most of the week” blues.

But as it turned out, the arena (which also houses the local minor league hockey league) double-booked the Globetrotters with Disney on Ice, and, well—

“Can we get snow cones?” Amy asks. She’s dragging Teddy from vendor to vendor, her face glowing with an enormous grin.

“Yeah, can we?” Natasha echoes, and she grins when Bruce glares at her.

Miles is at Ganke’s for the day (a deal he’d brokered after realizing it was that or multiple hours of Disney music), but Amy and Teddy are primed and ready for the show, both of them in Disney t-shirts and already full of popcorn. Bruce hands Teddy a twenty and sends them on their merry way, which leaves him and Natasha with the remnants of their half-eaten popcorn.

“At intermission, we should get commemorative cups,” Natasha suggests.

Bruce shoots her a look. “Why are you a Disney on Ice person, exactly?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Because watching you be dad of the year beats counting down the hours until Pepper comes home,” she replies, and tips the popcorn in his direction.

MPU Fluff day: Natasha/Pepper, fair

“I feel ridiculous,” Natasha complains under her breath, and Pepper rolls her eyes like she’s not ten seconds from laughing.
 
Pepper Potts is, without a doubt, one of the classiest, most educated, most beautiful women Natasha’s ever met, but for some completely absurd reason, she also loves the state fair with a sort of single-minded abandon.  For six weeks, Natasha’s watched as she’s tracked all the fair’s various events on a spreadsheet in an attempt to pick the very best weekend to drive four miles and suffer in the manure-scented summer heat.  The sun beats down on them like an angry white-gold god, and Natasha regrets picking a black tank-top and actual jeans.

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anonymous asked:

MPU party at the Banner-Stark household turns into a game of "never have I ever"

“This is a horrible idea,” Bruce says, frowning.

“This is only a horrible idea of any of the sleeping children wake up, and since they’re clearly all down for the count, we’re safe.” Tony hands Bruce a platter of mostly filled shot glasses, and Bruce tries very hard not to roll his eyes. He’s pretty sure that never have I ever is not supposed to involve shots of vodka. In fact, he’s pretty sure that never have I ever is not supposed to involve adults in their thirties and forties with lucrative legal careers and, you know, sleeping children.

Bucky cackles. “I can’t wait to pour you into the car once you’re toasted,” he tells his husband.

Steve snorts. “I know just as much about you as you know about me, and I can use it to my advantage.”

“That’s what you think,” Bucky replies, and shrugs off Steve’s responding stare.

Natasha, meanwhile, is a sensible human being. “This is a horrible idea,” she tells Tony as he starts arranging the shot glasses in the middle of the coffee table. Pepper nods in solemn agreement.

“Or it’s an awesome idea,” Clint challenges.

Next to him, Phil sighs. “I’m too old for the kind of hangover I’m going to have in the morning.”

Clint grins. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You keep that up, and my first never-have-I-ever is going to involve the words ‘gotten turned on by creepy Coulson flirting,’” Tony declares, and sits down on the floor with his back against Bruce’s leg.

The next morning, hazy from the vodka and also from laughing all night, Bruce mumbles into his coffee, “Never have I ever regretted a drinking game so much.”

Tony grins. “At least you have a new response to the ‘watched lesbian porn with my partner’ question,” he replies, and Bruce groans as he buries his face in his hands.

notsimmonsintheskye  asked:

50. Bruce, Natasha and Clint. MPU.

“You’re drunk,” Pepper observes, and Clint beams at her. “You’re all drunk.”

Clint’s the middle of the best-smelling sandwich in the world, right now, one arm over Natasha’s shoulders and the other around Bruce’s waist as they sway together. They’re celebrating Natasha’s victory at jury trial, and to prove it, Bruce’s humming “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” He’s hummed it all night, because apparently, drinks with umbrellas go right to his head.

He smells like sandalwood and pine. Natasha smells like the sharp edge to the sky before a rain. “I love you both,” Clint says, and Natasha laughs when she pinches his ear.

They never drink like this on their nights out together, but it’s January and the snow’d looked beautiful through the bar window, and Natasha’d laughed like windchimes when she’d kicked her heels off and tucked her feet up onto the bench of the booth. It’d felt like breaking the rules, or at least bending them, and Clint—

Clint’s spent so much of his life without real friends, without people like these two, that he’d lost himself in drinks and laughter and Natasha’s tinkling laugh.

“Your husbands will be so happy to see you,” Pepper says as she pours Bruce and Clint into the backseat.

“I only have you,” Natasha reminds her, and Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly as she leads her girlfriend around to the passenger’s side.

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I’M JUST GOING TO FLAIL FOR A COUPLE MORE MINUTES, K? SO MUCH EXCITE.

Do we need a tiny taste? Oh, I think we do:

Clint toys with the stem of his wine glass for a second, suddenly nervous (but for all the right reasons). “You guys know I’m getting married at the end of December.”

“No, really?” Natasha asks. He shoots her a sharp glance, but she just smirks and slings her elbow over the corner of her chair. “I had no idea. Bruce?”

Bruce shakes his head. “First I’ve heard about it.”

“Shut up,” Clint grouses, and the two exchange the kinda grins that remind him why they’re friends.

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MPU One-Shot: "The Promise of Light"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“The Promise of Light”
A Motion Practice Universe One-Shot
Natasha Romanoff/Pepper Potts, Dot Barnes, Amy Jimenez, Bruce Banner, Teddy Altman, Ganke Lee, Miles Morales, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Darcy Lewis, Wade Wilson, Nate Summers, Tony Stark  
Rated PG-13 for content and language; 7,998 words

Natasha knows three things about Christmas in Suffolk County: the weather’s bitterly cold, it almost always snows, and she never quite feels at home.

This Christmas should be the same as every other.

It’s not.

First and foremost: trigger warning for two brief references to domestic violence.

Happy holidays to all of my followers, my readers, their families, and their other loved ones! I am so grateful to have each and every one of you. You’ve stuck by me through a lot of ups and downs, and I cannot repay you enough. Frankly, you deserve a hundred holiday stories, not just one.

I hope you enjoy this story. If this is your holiday season, may it be merry and bright. And if it is not, I still hope you have a fantastic weekend. 

anonymous asked:

Because I found the Recorded Recollections prompt where Tony drags Pepper to the vet hilarious, how about anything with Pepper and pets? Pepper vs. Tony's pets, Pepper considering a pet, Pepper definitely *not* wanting a pet, Pepper very reluctantly pet-sitting, anything!

“No, Tony.”

Tony sticks out his lower lip and holds the shoebox up higher. The kitten’s all black and chewing on the lip of the box.

“Pepper, c’mon, I can’t—”

“It’s not my fault you can’t stop your child from bringing home strays.” The kitten stops chewing on the box to sneeze. It’s kind of cute.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“I’ll call Red,” Tony threatens.

“Good luck with that,” Pepper replies.

Three days later, Natasha’s kitten climbs up the front of her slacks when she walks into the apartment.

“I hate Tony Stark,” she says, and Natasha laughs.

bluedreadlocksarecool-blog  asked:

Prompt #4 - MPU Natasha/Pepper - I'd love to see any of their day to day relationship stuff. Or maybe the two of them on a date. Something slow and lovely with a little bit yoga or martial arts (or whatever kick ass stuff Natasha/both of them do) thrown in for good measure :)

“How do you not feel great after that?” Pepper demands, and Natasha works very hard not to roll her eyes.

Even now, after the car ride back to Pepper’s in the winter chill, Natasha’s thoroughly coated in sweat from head to toe. Her tank top and sports bra stick to her skin like they’re actually a second layer of skin, her yoga pants feel sticky, and her underwear— She refuses to think too long or hard about the state of those. Pepper looks radiant, her hair up in a lazy bun and her face practically glowing; Natasha imagines she looks like one of those grocery store rotisserie chickens after eight hours under the heat lamp.

Kickboxing, mixed martial arts, even cross fit? Natasha is there. Aerobics and spin classes? Happily. She even once spent six months in a synchronized swimming course at the YWCA, just for kicks.

But hot yoga?

Disgusting, sticky, horrible, miserable hot yoga?

No.

She twists toward Pepper, ready to tell her that—ready to swear off the ridiculousness of this sweltering hell once and for all—when Pepper slides her hands down Natasha’s sides. Natasha shivers, not from the sweat but from Pepper’s gentle touch, and the slow burn of her smile.

“I know you hate it,” she says, her voice warmer than the hot yoga studio, “but I’m glad you’re willing to come with me.”

Natasha swallows her complaints. “Please tell me the next sentence is ‘now let’s take a shower together.’”

Pepper smirks. “I can’t make you suffer without a reward, now can I?”

anonymous asked:

A drabble to tie into Chain of Custody, chapter 2: can we see Pepper having to apologize to Natasha for wrongly labeling her the Tea Thief? I feel like that must have been an EPIC apology!

A few days after their knock-down drag-out argument, Natasha finds case of iced tea on her chair. She rolls her eyes, stows it under her desk, and heads off to her bench trial.

When she returns, Pepper’s waiting in her office. Natasha closes the door before she remarks, “Are you apologizing with iced tea?”

“No.” She stands and closes the distance between them in a few long strides, boxing Natasha in. “I’m apologizing with the opportunity to punish Tony Stark when he inevitably steals your iced tea from the break room fridge.”

Natasha smirks. “I like the way you think.”

anonymous asked:

MPU, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint are having their Wednesday bar nights and end up on the discussion of sex...

“Can we change the subject?,” Bruce asks, tugging at his collar to hide his hickey.

Clint and Natasha both grin, tipsy on beer but tipsier on the warm weather, and Bruce rolls his eyes as he helps himself to a cheese fry.

“Guess we know how you celebrated your birthday,” Clint jokes.

“Like Phil’s never marked his territory,” Natasha challenges.

“Phil prefers grabbing my wrists,” Clint volunteers. Natasha shoots him a scowl. “What about you? Any bite marks you wanna show off?”

“Not above the waist, no,” she says casually, and Bruce laughs aloud at the shock on Clint’s face.

anonymous asked:

In honor of Valentine's day and Ellen Page's AWESOMENESS, I was just curious: how would Pepper and Natasha react to her coming out (if at all)?

You know, I almost didn’t watch Ellen Page’s speech–not because I dislike Ellen Page (I love her) or because I didn’t think her coming out was incredible (because good for her), but because I’m just not a speech-watching type of person–but two things about her speech strike me when I think about this question:  first, the overall message about how society places a lot of pressure on people (especially women), and two, how nervous she seemed the whole way through. Like she expected a really negative reaction.

Natasha and Pepper are two women who I think, at least at first glimpse, fit that “society’s expectations of women” stereotype we all think of and that Ellen disapproved of in her speech. They’re traditionally pretty, they’re well-dressed, they’re well-mannered. And so you don’t know when you look at them that, for example, Natasha deeply resents the existence of yoga (seriously, Pepper, why?) and that Pepper loves some classic rock, or that their favorite “lazy Saturday in” movies are the Daniel Craig James Bond films and also the Fast and the Furious series, or that they–deeply private though they are–are involved in professional organizations for LGBT people because visibility is important. And I think especially for Natasha, who is Russian at a time when Russia is being a monumental dick in the human rights arena (and yes, yes, I know, the U.S. is no better–I mean, hi, have you seen what Kansas is up to recently?–but they live in a slightly rosier version of the world, our MPU folks), the part about Ellen Page’s speech that would hit her wouldn’t be the actual bit about coming out but the part about how everyone is under pressure to be a round peg in a round hole no matter what.

Plus, I think Ellen’s nerves– Pepper and Natasha are young women in a pretty rigid profession. I mean, the law can be pretty traditional and closed off to change. I think they both know the fear of that kind of honesty. I think Natasha probably went to Fury when she and Pepper started dating and told him, just so he’d know, and I think it scared her a bit. Not because she expected him to react badly, what with him running the gayest office in their state, but because that’s a big thing. And even if Natasha thinks it’s nobody’s business but hers who she sleeps with, it’s still pretty huge.

If any of that makes sense. I don’t know. This is a hard question because I think they are ladies who would each watch it and then never really talk about it, except as a quick, “Hey, Ellen Page came out,” as they’re changing after hot yoga. 

(As a side note, this question is interesting in a sort of meta level, because Kitty Pryde exists in this universe, and she is played by Ellen Page, but I don’t think that precludes the existence of Ellen Page in their world, and– Yeah, sorry, my brain does weird things.)

anonymous asked:

In Permanency you mentioned Bruce and Natasha having attended a domestic violence conference, so I'd like to prompt a moment between them at that conference.

They never talk about their pasts.

They attend the same domestic violence conference every year, following it from city to city. They split a hotel room and trade off buying meals. They discuss the panels and papers they’ve read, but they never talk about their pasts.

Bruce is tempted, sometimes, to sit across the room from her and tell her, to paint the image of a hateful father and a helpless mother.

Except then he watches her face as she reads through an article or the next morning’s agenda, and he thinks maybe it’s a story she knows by heart.

anonymous asked:

MPU prompt/question thingy: I've been wondering, in the MPU, are Bucky and Natasha friends/friendly? If so, could we see something with Nat + Steve/Bucky (maybe a double date with Pepper)?

(This didn’t turn out to be a double date and has no basis in canon, but.)

“You know they’re probably out buying our birthday presents, right?” Bucky asks, and Natasha smiles.

Steve’d been at the office all of three or four weeks when he’d burst through the door one evening and announced, weirdly-delighted, that a woman at the office shared Bucky’s birthday. He’d shoved Bucky and the woman–Natasha, Bucky’d learned–together at the first office barbecue, determined that Bucky meet his birthday-twin, and the rest ended up history.

Even if Steve’d spent a lot of times totally convinced that Natasha and Pepper were just really good friends.

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etmuse  asked:

Promptfest 96: In the Storm, any MPU couple of your choosing

She loves the rain.

Call it conditioning from the summer she spent in Edinburgh during undergrad—the rain pelting the windows, the cold air under an overcast sky—but she loves when the thunder rolls in from places unknown and settles over the city. Tonight, she stands on Pepper’s balcony and watches lightning arc across the sky. The wind whips at her curls, leaves a fine mist on her skin and the shoulders of Pepper’s hoodie, but she just breathes it in.

“Tony’s already threatened to set me up with no fewer than three very nice girls if you ever die, disappear, or move away,” Pepper says from the doorway, her voice light with amusement. “I hate dating, so I’d rather you not freeze to death.”

Natasha snorts. “Russians don’t freeze.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Pepper retorts, and she crowds up against Natasha’s back to lean her chin on Natasha’s shoulder and watch the rain, too.