You've reached the Black Widow, property of shadows, daughter of ghosts, previously unmade. Coming to terms with humanity one fumbling step at a time. Wife of Clint Barton. You better watch your head. Current mainverse events: Natasha has given birth to her first living child, Katarina.
Who do you want me to be?
hawkguyclint whispered:
Voice Mail: Nat it's me. I'm out with Mr. B right now and he wanted to say hello. -there's a small commotion before another voice comes on the line- Agent Romanoff? It's Barack. I just wanted to say, on behalf of Michelle and the girls, congratulations on your impending nuptials. Clint's a great guy but I know he got to be that way with a good partner. Keep him outta trouble, alright? All the best! Marriage is pretty great when you've found the right one. -the phone's passed back- Love you KGB!

Slowly unwinding from her impatient posture, hand on hip and head bowed with a lip tight between her teeth, the voice on the other end of the phone finally registered. Her hand dropped, head shot up, lip fell free, and a smile crept across her face. Her deplorable idiot.

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