how is it even november already

[intrikate88]

It is totally ninamazing's birthday, y'all, so everyone should rush her all at once and pounce and scream happy birthday. Just saying.

Turns out updating with random stuff is harder when you haven't posted in a month or more and just posting I WANT MORE FROM ELENA'S STORY PLEEEEEEEASE will mostly result in YOU'RE BACK AND NOT DEAD CONGRATS.

Life's fine, work's

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[intrikate88]

Sometimes! I mostly BFF-ship them because I have a lot of complicated feelings re: Natasha and sex and romance, but I really like how she and Steve have things that only they understand. Like what it's like to be a soldier. What it's like to never age while everyone you could love grows old and dies around you, and it's almost better that way, because the people who don't sometimes appear to die and so you can never, ever move on: every single wound is fresh, forever. They spend their time with these other people who are so, so young; Steve and Natasha are barely ten years apart, and they know hunger. Steve knows the Depression-era scarcity, and Natasha knows that the Soviet Union, once you step out of the shelter of the Party, shares its hunger and desperation equally among everyone. While the rest of the Avengers have carved out some homes for themselves, of given up on having them, Natasha and Steve both know that you can never really depend on coming back home, or even just the place you live, and see it still standing instead of a crater in the ground.

Their scars match up in a way that no one else's scars really do.