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I want more Wanda/Natasha interactions and I’ll tell you why: Natasha has every reason to be terrified of Wanda. She knows what Wanda can do, one wave of her hand and some glowy red magic and Natasha is reduced to a brainwashed Red Room agent.
Moreover, Natasha represents everything that Wanda fears about herself. She knows that she can bring out the very worst in people, and that she’s a physical embodiment of everything they fear. So their budding friendship, or any sisterly interactions could be a very tangible manifestation that they’re both moving past their histories and their pain and learning how to put it all behind them.
Plus can you imagine the trouble they could get into with Wanda’s telekinesis and Natasha’s super-spy skills? They would be the prank queens of the Avengers, and whenever anyone hears them giggling or whispering in Russian they immediately look for an exit and sleep with one eye open.
It would be glorious
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This is actually absolutely hilarious because I kid you not I wrote almost the exact same thing in one of my drafts and I was just about to publish it on my blog.
I would have loved to see more interaction between them in Civil War, especially since the connection between the two of them during the New Avengers training would be very interesting. I had this HC that Natasha wouldn’t even look Wanda in the eye for a while, not necessarily because she is scared of Wanda, but horrified about what she can do.
I have a HC that before the New Avengers training even started, that when she was staying in Clint’s house, after Wanda attacked her, the visions would come back dancing at night. The visions had always been there, in the back of her mind. There were some nights where she had to handcuff herself to the bed just to feel a sense of normalcy (and even Clint didn’t know that one). But after Wanda attacked her, everything came back, flooding all at once. While she had to do her best to hide it from the other Avengers, she couldn’t hide it from herself. In such a high-stakes and emergency extraction from a mission, she obviously didn’t bring her hand-cuffs with her to Clint’s farmhouse. That whole timeline (however long she was at Clint’s house) was like a daze. No-sleep, mental torture, and tears would do that to you.
And Natasha Romanoff never cries.
She tried to hide this from Clint’s children, but Clint, knowing Natasha, picked up that something was wrong. Let’s just say that he did his best to keep Wanda away from Natasha. (This may have resulted in some very deep and touchy conversations with Clint and Wanda late at night - about not only justifying to Wanda that she is a good person, but reassuring her that Natasha’s avoidance of her wasn’t personal; even if he didn’t believe that himself).
I want to see the anxiety in both Natasha and Wanda’s eyes when they first “meet” each other for the first time, knowing the damage that has just been done. I want to see Natasha’s reaction when she is asked to be the second hand with Steve in training the new recruits. I want to see her slowly come to terms with Wanda, to forgive her for what she did, no matter how difficult. Because Ultron had gotten to Wanda’s head, just like the Red Room had been in Natasha’s. Wanda was (in the MCU) motivated by the death of her family. Natasha never truly had one until she found the Avengers.
I want to see the awkward exchanges, the avoidance turning to pointers during training. I want to see Natasha teaching Wanda some of her infamous moves (though she keeps the Death by Thighs one to herself), but I also want to see Wanda teaching Natasha a few things. I want to see a hatred of a past experience turn into something beautiful, where both of them can forgive themselves and each other for their past actions and work to make a better world.
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plus, pietro died for clint. i imagine to some level natasha must feel indebted to wanda. wanda lost her best friend so nat could keep hers
Honestly. I feel like all the Avengers assumed that Wanda and Natasha would just kind of avoid one another, but I also headcanon that Wanda basically lives with the Bartons and refuses to go a week without seeing Nathaniel Pietro (and she always calls him by his full name, lbr) so they have to run into one another eventually.
So maybe one night Natasha shows up at the Barton farm and Wanda disappears into her room. No one really comments on it, and Natasha has a good time with Laura and Clint and the kids, but after she helps put the children to bed and has a nightcap with Laura, she goes to Wanda’s room. And Clint’s holding his breath, half waiting for things to get violent, but Wanda opens the door for her and closes it.
Natasha doesn’t stay long and doesn’t say much, just gives Wanda the picture that Pietro used to carry around with him. It’s the only one left of the Maximoffs, and Natasha went to get it from wherever it ended up after the battle of Sokovia. After that, there’s a kind of understanding between them.
Plus, Nathaniel Pietro is going to be the single most protected child in the universe, named after a spy and the man that gave his life to save his father. I imagine so many shopping dates where Wanda and Natasha go crazy and come home with ridiculous amounts of presents for the kids. I mean, if anything, they would bond over how much they love that kid.
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I want more Wanda/Natasha interactions and I’ll tell you why: Natasha has every reason to be terrified of Wanda. She knows what Wanda can do, one wave of her hand and some glowy red magic and Natasha is reduced to a brainwashed Red Room agent.
Moreover, Natasha represents everything that Wanda fears about herself. She knows that she can bring out the very worst in people, and that she’s a physical embodiment of everything they fear. So their budding friendship, or any sisterly interactions could be a very tangible manifestation that they’re both moving past their histories and their pain and learning how to put it all behind them.
Plus can you imagine the trouble they could get into with Wanda’s telekinesis and Natasha’s super-spy skills? They would be the prank queens of the Avengers, and whenever anyone hears them giggling or whispering in Russian they immediately look for an exit and sleep with one eye open.
It would be glorious
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i can’t believe we have to wait until may of 2017 for the next marvel mcu film :-/
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Doctor Strange comes out on November 4th
what’s that idk what that is
where the fuck are these hd civil war gifs coming from jesus christ
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I feel like Natasha would have a huge problem with Tony recruiting Peter. Sure, he was taken out of the fight because he could really get himself hurt, but he didn’t even know what he was up against - see his surprise at Bucky’s metal arm.
She knows what it’s like to be a child soldier and to be manipulated into fighting in conflicts she wasn’t equipped for. Peter was given a choice, but Tony basically shanghaied him into the fight - I mean, would you say no if fucking Iron Man showed up at your door? Nah. (I also imagine a scene after the fight where Natasha slams Tony up against a wall and hisses “You are not pulling that kid into our world again” and Tony doesn’t argue because he likes living, thanks)
I feel like she keeps an eye on him and makes sure he’s doing okay. Not just in fights, but in school. Peter starts taking Russian as his language elective and Natasha sneaks in through his window to help him study. They also work on hand to hand combat, but mostly Russian verb conjugations.
Eventually, Natasha is over so often that Aunt May begins setting a place for her at the table, and May sleeps better at night knowing that the scariest woman in the world is keeping an eye out for her nephew
did anyone else notice the guitar in Wanda’s room? I feel like her sensitivity and abilities would really lend themselves to music and teaching herself to play the guitar would be a great way for her to cope with the loss of her brother and everything else that’s happened
and because we all know how much i love my musical Natasha headcanon I bet Natasha wanders in on Wanda playing one day and starts humming along. Which, of course, leads to Wanda crudely picking the notes to an old Sokovian lullaby, which is similar enough that Nat can follow along. Sometimes Bucky joins them.
Once, Clint catches Tony about to barge in on the three of them and hauls him away before he can say or do anything stupid. Because honestly, Clint has gotten used to having Tony around and it would be unfortunate for him to be reduced to a bloody stain on the carpet for interrupting the therapeutic jam session of three scariest/most powerful people they know
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Bucky: err… because of these???
i feel like wanda and nat would just be insufferable about winter. like, lord help you if you complain about New York weather in January because they will be on you like white on rice and you will be mocked until you regret ever learning to speak
“Oh you’re cold, Stark? Here? Where it’s balmy 21 degrees and you can go outside without worrying about frostbite? Did you hear that Wanda? Stark is cold.” And then they just giggle and talk shit in Sokovian for the rest of the day
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FANCASTING: Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Milo Thatch: Andrew Garfield
‘Kida’ Kidagakash: Zoe Saldana
Commander Rourke: Tommy Lee Jones
Helga Sinclair: Charlize Theron
Audrey Ramirez: Francia Raisa
Dr. Joshua Sweet: Terry Crews
‘Vinny’ Santorini: John Turturro
Gaetan ‘The Mole’: Timothy Spall
Mrs. Packard: Helen Mirren
King Kashekim Nedakh: Morgan Freeman
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Anonymous asked:
I would really, really like to hear the story of why Clod doesn't like the mailman.
OK, so.
It is a very well established fact that Clod, feline prince of my heart, is ridiculously adorable. He is a squishy grey blob of brain-melting cuteness and fluff.
He does have a naughty streak, and his favourite hobby is walking along one of our shelves and knocking every single item off individually, but he’s generally a congenial chap. Sometimes he purrs so hard that he drools, he rubs his face on things so happily that he leaves trails of spit, and he’s more than once headbutted me so hard in greeting that I’ve winced. However, he is also on the Royal Mail’s blacklist of dangerous animals.
This is because he is deathly, singularly obsessed with post.
We have no idea why. He doesn’t react this way to anything else. He is pretty chill about most things. Post, though? He cannot fucking deal. It works him right up into a terrifying feral frenzy, and god forbid anyone in the vicinity when the postman cometh.
Before we got Clod, we just had a slot letterbox of the kind that’s more common in Europe (y’know, this sort of thing, but in a less fancy door, because we live in Cardiff and have hardly any connections to royalty at all):
This was all fine and dandy, until one day Clod noticed that, when the postman was putting the post through the door, it could be turned into an absolutely fabulous game of life and death called ‘Mauling the Mailman’. Clod used to sit by the kitchen window and watch for the postman, and as soon as the letters poked through the door, Clod would run over and grab the postman’s hand, attacking it with a crazed fervour hitherto unseen outside of a One Direction concert (may they rest in peace). It wasn’t playing at all; it was genuine attack mode. I’ve seen less vicious attacks on Black Friday news reports. It was horrendous.
We tried keeping him away from the door, which meant shutting him in the kitchen, but the post doesn’t come at a set time and we weren’t always at home (and obviously didn’t want to shut him up in one room all day, because no) so we weren’t always successful, which meant that Clod probably managed to wreak havoc about 5 or 6 times before we even really knew there was a problem. The postman, bless his little bearded face, tried a host of things to stop it. He tried poking the letters through with a stick. He tried pushing them through super slowly so that Clod didn’t hear it from the kitchen. He tried prayer (probably). None of it worked, and it came to a head one day when we heard a knock at the door and saw the poor dude standing on our porch, cradling his bleeding hand, and mum had to give him first aid. The blood stayed on our porch for weeks. Not because we’re lazy, you understand. We really gave it a good scrub. There was just a lot of it. How those people on Medical Detectives manage to clean up whole bodies’ worth, I do not know.
After that, we installed a mailbag inside the door so that the post could go into that and the postman’s hand wouldn’t be exposed to Clod’s wrath. It didn’t work, because Clod - who is usually an absolute idiot, and has been known to run into walls - figured out how to open the mailbag and maul the postman again. This also introduced an additional problem in that whenever someone tried to open the mailbag to get the post, Clod would attack them too. And to reiterate, by ‘attack’, I don’t mean that cute half-assed bite that cats do when they hold onto your hand and gently gnaw you. I mean he yowled, kicked, scratched and bit, often drawing blood. So, obviously, this solution did not work quite as well as we’d hoped.
Around this time, we got a message from the Royal Mail, informing us that - totally understandably - they would have to stop delivering our mail if we didn’t get our cat the fuck under control. So we did the only thing we could do, and installed an external mailbox. It is a pain in every single one of my limbs, and it was expensive and it looks ugly, but at least the postman isn’t at an elevated risk of tetanus any more.
Clod still watches at the window for the postman, seeking vengeance, but our porch is now blood-free.
For now.
I’m laughing so hard there are tears. I fucking love cats.
I forgot to mention that our regular postman applied for a change of route and was accepted, and so now we have an entirely new postman who has no idea of the wrath of Clod. I pray to god that he never does.
I will pray for the poor sod who is yet to meet Clod
I’m so upset that this post has so many notes because I feel like it misrepresents my beautiful boy, and so I feel honour bound to defend his character
- one time Clod climbed on my boyfriend’s shoulders and breathed really heavily in his ear
- whenever we eat dinner, Clod sits on a shelf above the table and tries to put his paw in our food
- he sleeps on my old blanket in the kitchen
- he smells dusty, musty and a bit like toast
- sometimes he sits in the bread basket and pretends to be a wholewheat loaf
- he was born to a rescue cat who had been abandoned by a house of irresponsible students
- he is an amateur philosopher and has devised his own theory, named Cloddic Thought, in which it is supposed that the root motive of all actions is cat treats
- if you throw a treat, he can often catch it in his paws
- he once tried to be an economist but gave up when he realised he had no concept of money
- the white spot on his chest is his tie pin
- he is a CINNAMON ROLL and please Clod, I’ve told them all now, can I go home to my family, oh god please I have told them the truth