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I’M MOVING ALEXEI HERE!
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I’M MOVING ALEXEI HERE!
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… but she does think he’s cute // maria & alexei // @gloryguarded
( mutuals may interact )
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please help me decide if i should make alexei his own blog instead of him being a sideblog to egoteric
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HEY GUYS! I’M GONNA STOP TAGGING SPOIL*RS THIS WEEKEND! tbh i don’t know why you’d follow me here if you care about spoilers bc there’s p much only spoilers on this blog but figured i’d give fair warning.
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* NATASHA·:
❛ it’s good to see you. ❜ she should have expected to be hugged, she really should have. and yet when alexei’s arms wrap around her, nat was just slightly surprised. despite the surprise, the woman returned the gesture with an arm of her own. though it didn’t even make it halfway around his back. he was a large man. would she pay money to see both him and thor standing next to each other? no doubt.
moving back to where she had originally been sitting before alexei had arrived, natasha picked up her glass and took a sip. ❛ i’m always busy. there’s always something going on that needs my attention. i like it. then i don’t have to worry about getting bored. ❜ eyes watched him curiously with a small smile. alexei looked good, relaxed and happy. ❛ how are you? how’s everyone? ❜
ALEXEI TAKES HIS FIRST BEER FROM THE BARTENDER AND clinks his glass against Natasha’s, ❝ За здоровье. ❞ He downs the first drink in one go, the glass hitting the bar top hard as he puts it down. It will have no effect on him but he can pretend. Perhaps he just likes the sense of normalcy, whatever that means for people like them. He likes the taste anyway.
❝ да, да, you’re a big superhero now. Busy, busy, busy, no time to even call your parents, hmm? ❞ He teases with a smirk. It isn’t the easiest to keep in contact with either of their situations at present. Alexei is just GLAD they’ve been able to meet like this at all. ❝ Me? I am good. Very good. Everyone is well. Your mother has been doing good work and we have met many of our goals. We are close...very close, Natasha. She wanted to be here, you know. Your mother. But she is busy, busy too. ❞
He is vague because though they’ve both been cautious in their meeting, they can never be too CAREFUL. She knows what he’s talking about. The remaining Red Room outposts and widow operatives left to free. They are close to ending it entirely and he knows it will give her relief to hear.
#widowbit#* i've traveled the world & the seven seas. everybody's looking for something. — verse VII.#black widow spoilers
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* MARIA:
❝ I will let you figure that out by yourself. ❞ He’s telling the truth, she knows it. Being around so many people who weren’t so good with expressing themselves, she has learned to pay attention to facial expressions. Those don’t lie. ❝ Lovely name, Alexei. ❞ Her attention is back to the poor bartender, and she is quick to lay her hand on Alexei’s biceps when noticing the force used to get the man’s attention. Maria gives him a ’no need for that’ look but it’s followed by a small smile, she holds her glass up and nods at the bartender. ❝ Please, ❞ She adds teasingly, turning towards the man next to her, ❝ Was the need for a good conversation and company what brought you here? ❞ Maria was indeed curious. This didn’t look like the place he would be hanging out at.
SHE’S PLAYING COY BUT ALEXEI DOESN’T MIND THAT, he likes a bit of mystery. A beautiful mysterious woman with what must be an interesting story from what he can tell simply by looking at her. She’s perfect and entirely too intriguing. Her scars tell a story of their own but the way she carries herself tell him more. His years spying for Dreykov have not left him without keen powers of observation. And with the serum his senses are CONSTANTLY dialed up. He has an awareness he never had before the process. ❝ I could say the same, Maria. ❞ Her name rolls off his tongue easier than others.
It has taken him some time to adjust to life outside the gulag again. He still holds on to certain habits and he’s found he’s a bit...too rough in certain situations now. Her silent indication that his behavior towards the bartender is UNNECESSARY has him sitting back in his seat and folding his hands in his lap. ❝ да. I am...very new to here. I thought I would try to get out a little bit, see more of the city. ❞ He gestures around the bar and then his gaze returns to her. ❝ I am glad I did. ❞
#fortislumen#[ alexei being so weirdly obedient for maria here just sent me ]#* i've traveled the world & the seven seas. everybody's looking for something. — verse VII.
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* STARK:
‘ You got me there. ’ Tony watched Alexei, an eyebrow raised. Not many people would just throw themselves into the lake light that. But Alexei wasn’t your average guy, clearly. ‘ Remind me not to come if you invite me Russia sometime for a vacation. ’ Then he finally makes his move and sinks himself down into the water. Taking a quick dip had become part of his routine more so in the morning. It was refreshing, it woke him up properly and he felt like he needed that more often than not these days. ‘ I can find you some information while you enjoy yourself. Or maybe when we’re done and I can get us a coffee. ’ He sunk himself down into the water and then came back up giving his head a shake now that his hair was wet. ‘ Sound like a plan? ’
ALEXEI LAUGHS, A DEEP LAUGH FROM HIS CHEST THAT echoes across the lake. ❝ You should come to Russia! ❞ He grins at the other man. He is forever proud of his homeland, though his staunch loyalty may have changed since his YOUTH. ❝ It is beautiful country. I show you. ❞ Alexei isn’t sure when Stark would ever find himself in Russia but he’ll extend the offer anyway. ❝ да товарищ! ❞ He agrees heartily to the idea. It’s PEACEFUL out here by the lake, away from the city. It reminds him of Melina’s former home a bit. There hadn’t been many places he’d been able to find peace but that had been one...for the few moments he’d been able to spare back then. This brings him back a bit. But he shakes himself out of those thoughts and nods. ❝ A swim and coffee. I like this plan. ❞
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* ANYA:
the widow was injured - far more than she could handle on her own but not impossible to fix. without alexei, she would not get out of that disaster of a battle field alive, that is, if the red room didn’t terminate her first. she stuck to his side, leaning into him when needed. - and then the next wave of attacks began. she didn’t even notice, but he did. that was clear by the sound of him beckoning to drop into cover only to have him gather her up and drag her behind a wall.
she was pulled against his chest as he took the brunt of the attack at the start, feet off the ground and all. but once behind the protection of concrete, anya tried to peel herself away just enough to examine him. valiant, yes. but she couldn’t get out of there if he was dead. the widow finally released herself from his grip ( no matter how.. loving it felt? ) and checked him over. multiple bullets taken and he still was trying to be his regular self.
truthfully, anya was moved by his protectiveness. it made her long for a bond where this was something common. she shakes the thought from her head and focuses on their escape. “ можете ли вы двигаться? ” she asks, eyes glance around their environment for a path.
@gloryguarded : " get down! “
HE SEES THE GUNMEN AND HE RUSHES FOR THE WOMAN, wrapping his body around hers as he tries to get them to cover. The first rattle of the weapons come and he feels the impacts but keeps moving. If he stops they’ll BOTH die. Once they’re in relative safety, he crumples to his knees, back hitting the concrete hard. His breaths are ragged, strained, tasting blood in his mouth. He’s been shot before, he’ll be shot again, but it’s never pleasant.
His arms are still tight around her, body in some shock as it tries to heal itself. She releases herself and Alexei’s gaze drifts to hers slowly, bloody grin spreading across his face. He can’t SEE his wounds by he can feel them and he knows this will be something he’ll just have to muscle through. Better him than her. He can handle a few bullets. ❝ я справлюсь...ты ранен? ❞ Alexei gets one leg up underneath and pushes himself up to his feet, grunting through the pain.
#farforvdova#verse tbd.#tw: injury#tw: blood#tw: gun violence#[ alexei clearly severely injured: nah i'm fine but r u good? ]
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* MELINA:
@gloryguarded asked: 23. for after battle sex
nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad
“YOU REALLY CANNOT WAIT TO GET HOME?“ home, whatever they are calling the place they will be staying the two of them on their own. not even out of their uniforms and he is all hands and pulling her closer and she is rolling her eyes as she recalls his earlier comment during diner. “My suit is just a zipper. I think you know that.“ There is a bit more intricate action in that suit really but still, it was basically that. Tip on her toes, the widow reaches to drag him down into a kiss. Different from their time in Ohio, when they had the red room and dreykov checking on them and eyes everywhere.
❝ I CANNOT WAIT ANOTHER MOMENT TO TOUCH YOU, моя любовь. It’s been so long...I’ve missed you... ❞ Alexei’s hands roam over her body, wrapping around her waist and pulling her close to him. Even through his suit she MUST be able to feel his excitement. Alexei grins and growls playfully as she instructs about her zipper. He reaches up to undo it and is gladly lead down to her lips as he unzips her. ❝ You are so BEAUTIFUL...you have always been... ❞ He murmurs into her skin as he mouth down her jaw to her neck. He wants to take his suit off but it had taken him so long to put on he fears it may be more trouble than it’s worth. So, he focuses on helping her out of hers for now.
#chetyrevdova#* where they always have belonged. cold hearts brew colder songs. — verse VI.#[ asldkfj horny hours ]#nsfw-ish
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* BARTON:
“PLENTY, BUT YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THE JOKING TYPE.“ trouble, is what he looks like. The type of trouble the archer doesn’t want in his life. What is up with the russians and him ending up in dangerous situations? And a super soldier, no less. “Would it change your mind if I told you I was a big fan?“ Not really, but he had heard of the red guardian during the orphanage and before the circus. He ducks, just in time and oh boy, this man is massive. He needs distance between the two of them to let the string of the bow quiver as he aims an arrow at the man, landing on his feet. and then, BOOM. The arrow was a trap to tie around Alexei’s feet. “Can we talk like adults?“ He has no desire to leave Lucky an orphan.
ALEXEI ISN’T LISTENING TO THE MAN ANYMORE AS HE rushes up to him. When the ties hit his legs and he starts to go down, he tucks and rolls. As he rolls he spread his legs, breaking out of the binds and leaving him back on his feet a moment later. Alexei walks to the wall his shield is halfway into, tearing it out with ONE quick tug. The man isn’t fighting him, not properly, and it shouldn’t make Alexei pause but it does. He could have used another arrow. From what he’s heard he has plenty of more deadly tricks up his sleeve. ❝ What do we have to talk about? My daughter is dead and you make JOKES! ❞ Alexei roars, punching the wall. A chunk of plaster goes flying. He’s angry. Angry because Natasha is dead, angry because his daughter died so he could live, angry because there’s nothing he can do to change that.
#hawkpoint#* the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left — verse VIII.#[ alexei doesn't know how to emotion so this is how it's comin out ]
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( @beldova // cont. )
IT’S HARDLY THE FIRST TIME HE’S BEEN CALLED STUPID but he still bristles at the assumption. ❝ Or you could just tell me. ❞ He frowns. He doesn’t have a smartphone, he barely has a phone at all. It’s not SAFE. He exchanges burners frequently so he, Melina, Yelena, and Natasha can keep in contact if they need to. With the work that still needs to be done to free the remaining widows, they must be cautious. ❝ Why the sourpuss attitude? ❞
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* MARIA·:
She’s definitely pleased with his answer, glad she wouldn’t need to persuade him to stay with her a little longer. This right here was a lot better than she imagined it would be, and it was a little too cold to be left alone on this enormous bed. No, she wasn’t going to admit right now she was already attached to Alexei, even having met him not too long ago.
❝ Good. ❞ Maria replies, raising an eyebrow. The hand on his shoulder falls to trace a few of the tattoos she could see better now with the brightness seeping inside the room and her eyes meets his again when he switches languages, not being able to hide the smirk on her face. Why was she so turned on by this? ❝ Good morning, bello. Sleep well? ❞ Maria teases, biting the inside of her lip before kissing him.
HE FEELS HER FINGERS DANCING OVER HIS SKIN, GAZE shifting to look at them. She traces over one of the tattoos on his arm and he smiles softly. ❝ That one is for my daughters. ❞ Not technically his daughters but for all intents and purposes the closest thing he’s ever had to family. They have a bond much like parent and child in spite of the limited time they’d had together.
❝ Mmmm, yes. I did. ❞ He chuckles and leans into the kiss, arm wrapping tighter around her to pull her closer against his body. He likes this. It’s SIMPLE. Comfortable. He doesn’t need to posture or pretend here. He doesn’t need to live up to anything. He can just be. Their lips part and he presses one more kiss to her lips before pulling back again. ❝ What a beautiful way to wake up. ❞
#fortislumen#* i've traveled the world & the seven seas. everybody's looking for something. — verse VII.#[ uwu ]
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* NATASHA:
Natasha thought that hearing the words would bring some kind of… closure. Some kind of relief but instead she felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her throat and she was having trouble breathing. “Up until I left – and even then. And even now, really. What we had in Ohio was the happiest memories I have. And they were all fake. I don’t know what was real and what wasn’t..” she could feel the tightness in her chest and the pricking behind her eyes but Natasha would be damned if he saw her cry. Widows didn’t cry, they didn’t know how.
Part of her knew that he was a pawn just like she was. Like Yelena was… really she felt worse for Alexei than she did for Melina who never stopped working for Dreykov and she would never know what was true and what wasn’t from her. Her head shook again and she tried to focus herself but it was becoming harder and harder.
Head nodded and that was what she was afraid of. Yeah, he only knew what Dreykov wanted him to know, but it was enough. She knew Alexei wanted to please the general as much as she and Yelena wanted to make him happy and proud of them back home. It was understandable but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. “You realize that I was his favorite, right? That I got the focus of his attention and energy. I mean, rather it me than one of the others. That’s why I pushed myself to be the best. Because if I was the best than I would be able to help just one other get through it. Maybe I did all I’ve done because I feel guilty that I chose a lot of the girls for the red room. He used me to pick them out –” words cut off and she turned those green eyes back to him. “What do you think I want to know?”
THIS IS A CONVERSATION THAT HE KNOWS WAS INEVITABLE, one that they’ve been long due for. He hates that so much time has passed, hates that he hasn’t gotten to see her grow into this incredible woman that she is. But that’s his own fault. He allowed this to happen, he allowed all of that to happen to her. ANGER flashes quickly across his eyes as he listens. If Dreykov wasn’t already dead, he would find a way to kill him himself.
❝ I’m sorry, Natasha... ❞ He knows that leaving his girls, letting them take them, is the worst thing he’s ever done. There’s nothing he can do to undo that, to fix it. ❝ I think you want to know if it was REAL. ❞ She’s said it wasn’t, that it doesn’t matter, but Alexei knows why she says these things. The same reason he said the things he said. To protect themselves. If she doesn’t care, how can she be HURT? He lifts his gaze to hers again. ❝ I thought I was doing the right thing and this cause...this great cause I dedicated my whole life to...it was fake. ❞ He had been used and thrown out like an old toy. Manipulated for years. It’s taken him too long to come to terms with it.
❝ But us...your mother and I, you, Yelena...that was real, дорогая. When they took you girls from me...no cause is worth that. ❞ Alexei reaches up to touch her face, large hand gentle as he cups her cheek. ❝ Natasha, you are my daughter. I have made mistakes...UNFORGIVABLE mistakes...but I love you. Please believe me. Please. ❞ He pleads, expression tired. He knows she owes him no forgiveness but he prays she can find it.
#spydered#black widow spoilers#* i've traveled the world & the seven seas. everybody's looking for something. — verse VII.#[ asldkfj ]
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HEY GUYS! I’M GONNA STOP TAGGING SPOIL*RS THIS WEEKEND! tbh i don’t know why you’d follow me here if you care about spoilers bc there’s p much only spoilers on this blog but figured i’d give fair warning.
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