(Full of Seven Billion People That Don't Know or Care About Her)
Hello peeps! I havn't gotten reviewed yet, which I would still like, but I very much appreciate the Favs I got. It is a very exciting prospect for me. And for those who feel like trying, I'll give you another chapter to guess whom I'm going to cameo into this story. He has a movie coming out in 2016 and is not MCU. The offer still stands; You guess right first, and an OC or even a character you love from a different show/movie/etc. will cameo after that chapter. Anyways, Thanks for reading!
P.S. Since no one guessed last chapter, that is why he doesn't appear in this one. He WILL show up next one, even if no one guesses. And whenever I cameo someone, I'm going to do this little guessing contest.
Nat didn't want to get recognized as the European representative of S.H.I.E.L.D, so she had to spend half a hour reprogramming it to look like someone else. And then she had spent another hour on the laptop. Normally she would've gone back to bed right after, but she had gotten a little distracted, when she realized that she'd have to hold hands with Steve.
She had held hands with other men before. She had just realized that it would actually probably really mean something for Steve. It made her a little sad to think that he didn't have someone to do that with that wasn't just messing around. Every hero needs a love interest. So she decided that maybe he needed a real one. Not just casual suggestions for dates. But maybe actual fixings up. She could try and study him, see what he likes. multitasking on a mission always helped her not think of her own problems.
And when she thought of her own problems, THAT ruined the mission.
Like that one time when-
"Stop looking so melancholy, Natasha. This is, what, going to be the 11th man you've executed? You have to toughen up.' Anastasia, a now terminated Black Widow, said, back in 1944. "One show of emotion and you could be thrown of the list. Do you remember what happened to Vasilisa? Remember how the wine they gave us that night was a little saltier than usual, and a little more scarlet? And how that chicken soup didn't really taste like chicken? And how Madame Proskye had a new charm on her necklace? One that looked an awful lot like bo-"
"I know, Anastasia! Its just, I looked in his wallet, and there was a drawing from what looked like a small child in it. He has a family!" Natalia, for she was Natalia, cried
"So will the 67th. And the 239th. And each one will come to haunt you unless you DON'T humanize them!" Anastasia looked a little watery herself. But it soon passed.
"Just put that bullet in his brain and-"
"nonononoNoNoNoNoNONONONO Natasha Romanov. You are not finishing that memory."
Tomorrow Nat was gong to ask Steve some questions on what he liked in a lady, and it was going to be ALL about him. Not about her. She definetly didn't want that.
She bet that he liked girls that had blonde hair, a nice tan, and brown eyes. Someone who was strong, but didn't mind being protected. Someone named Sharon or Bernie.
Maybe after getting the merc, they could go out horseback riding. It's easy to get people to talk to you when they are riding horses, for some reason. They seem to relax. Maybe it was because of the usually only gentle guiding you needed to give a horse, especially if you didn't have anywhere to go. She thought.
Knowing Steve, though, he'd probably have some weird fear of horses. Or would say it's cruel to make a animal serve him like that. Or would have a wierd exeriance with one.
Maybe instead they'd get a dog. Steve needed a dog. She used to have a cat, but it had died 11 years ago because of oral cancer. Sassy was a sweet little tabby. Loved to kill birds the best. She never fell for the laser thing either. Her kind of cat. Maybe she should adopt a pet too.
She put on her current favorite band, Fall Out Boy, on her CD player. Falling into bed, she dreamed of moon rivers, bone white rings on her fingers, and of cats with bullets in as their teeth shooting Fall Out Boy band members holding drawings of crayoned dogs and horses. Yup, she was messed up.
Waking up in the morning with a crick in her neck wasn't her favorite activity, but her dreams were done and that was good. One of these days she was going to have to go to a dream analyst and get herself sorted out. If she was ever brave enough. That was one of the few things she didn't have the stomach for. One of the VERY few things. Hence the messed up mind
P.P.S. Sorry about the cannibalistic undertones and limited romance. And the P's and the rambling. :) I will also try to recommend authors with each chapter. I will do 3 to make up for the last 2.
For Steven Universe:
One Hit Wonders Anonymous
CaveDweller
For Gravity Falls:
FilthyMallards
