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27 June 2014 @ 10:28 pm
you're so pretty in the city where you're nothing to anyone  
Give me an interesting word, a canon, and (if you like) a character. I'll write you a ficlet.

(I guarantee to fill the first five prompts, after that I will still do my best but historically I fail a lot.)

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Frithfrith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 03:51 pm (UTC)
You've probably read like a million Winter Soldier tags like this one by now but I know nothing of the fandom so I wrote one anyway :P


Natasha didn't actually say anything. Not for a very long time. She just glared at him.

"I think I'm going to leave you two alone," Sam said, standing up. "Be nice." He disappeared out the door before Steve could object.

Natasha continued glaring.

Steve felt a desperate need to fill the silence. "So, Sam brought me up to speed on what I missed," he began.


Feeling self-conscious, he tried to sit more upright, but he didn't really succeed. It was more than a little terrifying to realise how much he'd been taking the supersoldier aspect of himself for granted lately — he kept being surprised that he was needing time to recover from that last punishing fight, rather than immediately bouncing back. "Look, are you angry at me for taking the risks I did?" he asked. "If so, I think it's a little hypocritical of you."

"No," she said. Her posture relaxed very slightly, and she crossed her arms firmly to compensate. "Risks are the job. I understand that." She frowned. "I suppose I'm angry at you for nearly dying, though."

"It's the job," Steve echoed back. He couldn't see the distinction she plainly did.

"Not for you," Natasha said. "You do stupid shit like the rest of us, but you don't die. I thought you were a safe friend to have, because of that."

He understood immediately, although he almost wished he didn't. Very occasionally he caught a tiny glimpse of Natasha's soul, and each time it hurt. And she had been letting him see more of the chinks in her armour over these past few days than he could ever remember before.

"Nat, I'm sorry," he said.

She laughed a little bitterly, her shields already going back up. "I shouldn't blame you. It's just a reminder of why I don't usually take that risk."

Steve wished that Sam was still in the room. He was good with words. "I don't think you should be choosing your friendships based on who's the least likely to die," he said, cautiously.

"I should try and persuade the people trying to kill me to be my friends, instead?" she snapped, and froze. Her face went momentarily blank as she reined herself in; smoothed over her mask.

"He pulled me out of the river, Nat," Steve said, quietly.

"I know," she said, equally quiet.

There was about a minute of silence. It felt much longer.

"I'm glad to be your friend, you know," Steve offered. "If you're still okay with that."

She looked down at his shield, leaning against the bed. "I guess I am," she said, meeting his eyes again. "I'm really glad you're okay."
Sholio: Avengers-Natashasholio on July 10th, 2014 06:31 am (UTC)
Awwww, Natasha! This is just adorable. I think you've perfectly captured her prickly, jagged edges and the caring person underneath. Of course she'd get upset about one of her few friends, someone she's just decided to let in, stupidly going and ALMOST GETTING HIMSELF KILLED.