“Well hair does grow back.” She mused as deft small fingers began to move through his hair, taking apart their daughter’s handy work. “But I do like to hold on to it.” She whispered in his ear as she reached down to grab the comb to help her with a particularly stubborn knot. “Also Anya wouldn’t be able to call you her lion Daddy.”

"I don't remember having short hair," he furrowed, trying to think about his childhood. "Mother used to make two braids in my hair, one on each side. It was ridiculous. She did the same to Loki," and they would mock each other. "Oh I know you do," he winked at her, turning his head so he could plant a kiss on her lips. The rare occasions when Anya slept with them she would curl her small hand on his hair. "She said her doll's hair was exactly like ours," Thor chuckled, she was right after all.

Divided || The-Mjolnir-Owner

The wounds from her tussle against Ultron to protect their child were fading slowly. The murderbot had packed quite a punch, but she had prevailed and luckily Anya was doing okay. No nightmares so far and she was young enough that hopefully she would forget the entire experience or so Natasha hoped anyways. One day she would tell her daughter about it all as there would be no secrets like that, but for now she just needed to be a little girl.

The tension in Thor filled the room and made her almost choke. Now wasn’t a good time for this conversation, but would any time be? They needed to talk about this. She needed to talk about this. There was little surprise in his reactions or responses. If he had said anything else she would’ve been quite surprised, but Thor was fairly predictable. She knew him well, better than herself almost.

She couldn’t argue with his logic. He wasn’t wrong. She knew all too well what people tended to do in fear, in a way she was a product of fear. “And what if they make you? Us?” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. She wanted Anya to be safe, but was either way truly that? They could go to Asgard, but then could they ever come back?

“I don’t know what to do…” she admitted quietly, her gaze falling away from him, looking down at the counter top in front of her.

Thor had killed people for less than this. Stark was lucky to be alive, he was Natasha's friend after all, but he had no plans of meeting the human again. Because of him his family was in danger and the list of irresponsible, irreparable things he did was getting longer. At her words he frowned, shaking his head. "How do you think they could make me do something I don't want to? They offer me no threat, they offer us no threat." He was above human's orders and trials. He could end this with a flicker of his fingers. Asking him to follow orders from faceless people who judged themselves superiors was an insult to who he was. "They can't tell me how I do my work." He was too agitated to sit still so he stood up, taking some steps around. There was a big crack on the wall, clearly made by Ultron. Thor traced the damaged surface. "If someone must be controlled here, clearly that person is not me," he turned around to face Natasha, "nor you."

It's Not Goodbye Forever || The Blackest Spider (Closed)

The night prior had almost been typical for her, no sleep, but she had tried for him. He had held so tightly to her in his own slumber after he had taken her so slowly and made her come undone beneath him several times. He had only let go of her to slip from the bed once they had exhausted themselves and let Thunder into the bedroom to curl up between them. Even the growing pup knew something was different and laid a little closer to his Master all night, which didn’t hurt Natasha’s feelings much at all given the little ball of terror was so warm. She had watched the sun rise, the day was gray and wet, which wasn’t surprising at all. Even Thor’s startling blue eyes were a touch gray themselves, but he had to go back, he had to take care of things and she understood that, she respected it and him for doing so. She even encouraged him to, after all it was who he is and a hero goes where he is needed.

Shortly after sunrise she had rose, showered and dressed. Lately, the past few days coffee hadn’t agreed with her and she just simply placed it on today’s events and so she didn’t bother making any and instead doubled checked his bags to make certain everything was in order. She also slipped a few final things into them, some for him and some for others. In their time together she felt like she knew his family and his friends as well as he did, she just hoped one day she’d be able to connect faces to names and stories.

He had wanted to take Thunder to the BiFrost site, but she had suggested it might not be a good idea, she didn’t want him to get scared and after some convincing Thor had agreed and so he made his goodbyes to his loyal best friend here and now in the apartment that would soon become too small for the soon to be grown dog, it seemed like he was half way there already. How time doth fly.

“Ready when you are.” She reached down to grab a bag and slung it over her shoulder, keys in hand as she pulled the hood of her jacket up over her hair, though it didn’t matter anyways it’d still frizz. The joys of curly hair.

He was wide awake now, he could only sleep a little yesterday when he held to her, afraid of letting go. Her smell was imprinted on his skin, he wondered how he would make it, he grew used to have her warm presence always by his side. He had to put those thoughts aside and keep on assuring himself that it would be alright, "it's going to be alright, Natasha, I promise," he told her with a smile, picking up the rest of the bags to put them on the car. The rain kept on pouring. He liked it but it reflected so much of him in times like these, he tried to sound strong but the drizzle outside betrayed his pose.

Thor wasn't hungry, Natasha, on the other hand, seemed to be eating a lot of fruits lately. The persistent thought on the back of his mind was taking place again, maybe, just maybe, he was sure of what was happening to her and the idea of it brought him joy and fear at the same time. He wasn't about to tell her the news, no, she didn't need another loss if everything went wrong. As long as he knew, Natasha was not able to bear a child, but he was not human nor the baby, it there was one. She smelled different and she looked different, but he tried to convince himself that the changes on her behavior were caused by the fact that he helped her to find her light and spirit back. She had always being this shiny, she just needed a little faith.

He hugged the dog again, it was so quiet on his arms, Thunder was usually loud and happy, but today he seemed so sad, "I promise I'll bring you a gift also, little one. I'll miss you too, I'm already jealous of the time you'll spend cuddling with her," he placed a kiss between the dog's ears and put him on the floor. The dog sniffed and started to howl, "now now, Thunder, be a good boy and obey Natasha." He gave Natasha the keys of the house they had in the mountains. They agreed that she was going to stay on her apartment, it was closer to their friends and she would feel less lonely.

"Let's go then," he caressed Thunder one more time before leading the way outside, pulling Natasha closer to protect her from the rain. Once the bags were on the car he took his cell phone, recently fixed by Tony. "Once I get there I'll send you message, and I hope to do so every day. Don't hesitate to call me if you ever need something, I'll be here as soon as I can, you know that, right?"