One of my favorite headcanons comes from my friend sabra-n, who helped me craft the past for Maria in Counterfeit and Counterpart. I just adore the idea that Maria started out as a rescue diver, one of like four or five women to actually make it through the course and graduate and she gets really cool medals. Her entire backstory was just a joy to create for that story. It remains one of my favorite stories to this day.
friendly reminder that there’s a cut scene in Thor that while the Destroyer is blowing shit up, Darcy runs into the pet store to save all the animals and give them to people leaving the town
as things are being set on fire around her, she talks to the dog, telling him I won’t let the big scary monster step on you, and names it Baker
Behind the scenes - Captain America: The Winter Soldier
We haven’t seen too much of Natasha’s torso and there’s only one major scar that we’ve seen on her. And it’s interesting to me that that scar ultimately comes from SHIELD.
Canon Olicity. I don’t need Clintasha to be canon. They’ve got shit to avenge.
are you talking abt my tags on this post
IDK IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD THINK OF THAT NAT COULD BE THE WINTER SOLDIER AND MARIA WOULD STILL KNOW HER
I CAN’T WRITE (WELL I’M OKAY BUT I LITERALLY NEVER FINISH ANYTHING EVER) SO MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD TAKE IT UP
THE IDEA IS FREE TO ALL SOMEONE PLS WRITE IT AND MAKE IT FEMSLASHY AS HELL
I feel like I need to write the AU of Counterfeit and Counterpart where Maria isn’t just somebody Natasha recognizes from her past; she actually is from Natasha’s past. She’s Larisa, she went through the Red Room, too, only she got out young and they lost touch. And now she’s SHIELD, she’s got red in her ledger, and she’s helping out Captain America, like what the hell this is everything she was trained to stand against.
And they’re in the field, on the run from everything, and she looks up and there she is…Natalia. The girl she left in the Red Room, now a woman out to kill her.
OH GOD THIS IS EVEN BETTER
TBH I WAS REALLY HOPING YOU MIGHT SEE THAT POST I ALMOST TAGGED YOU IN IT
Her opponent was fast, just as fast as Steve claimed and maybe even faster than he knew, because one moment Maria was racing down the street, her boots pounding against the sidewalk, and the next, something struck her with a blinding spurt of pain right between her shoulder blades. She grunted and went down hard, rolling automatically to her feet.
The metal fist hit the pavement where she’d landed a split-second after she’d vacated that space.
Maria didn’t have the luxury of relief that she’d dodged. She was too busy dodging again, barely throwing up a block in time to protect her vital organs. The enemy came after her hard and fast; she got a glimpse of red hair, white skin, but everything tunneled down into block, kick, dodge, twist, twist again, the stink of petroleum, block—a spike of pain, a missed block—punch, the whir of gears. The knife seemed to sprout out of nowhere. Maria miraculously avoided the stab to the gut and flipped backward to kick the metal arm away.
The Winter Soldier flipped the knife, grabbing it with her other hand, and tried to stab Maria in the side of the neck. Maria blocked with the side of her wrist, reached over the woman’s arm, and twisted her grip, using her momentum to flip the Winter Soldier onto the pavement.
The metal arm lashed out, grabbed Maria by the ankle, and threw her a clear ten feet as though she weighed little more than a sack of flour. She landed with an explosion of breath, pain lancing up her side. When she rolled to her feet, already running, she saw the Winter Soldier raise herself onto her hands and knees. One slim hand reached up to pull the face mask away.
Maria rolled, grabbing her dropped Glock, and ended up kneeling, gun trained on her enemy.
And then the Winter Soldier looked up and Maria’s entire universe juddered to a halt. The street, the pain, the confusion, it all fell away and suddenly she was sixteen again, gangly and not yet fully grown into her body, lying on the training mat and looking up into a smirking grin she still missed whenever she made the mistake of drinking too much.
The Winter Soldier tossed the face mask aside.
“…Natasha?” Maria asked.
PRESENT TO ME A WORLD IN WHICH I CAN HAVE BOTH, AND I’LL WRITE CLINT AND NATASHA SAVING THAT GHOST ORCA.
"All right, so read the tallies to me again," Steve says, gesturing at the Bishops and Astrid behind their wall of mounted computer monitors that even he can tell are ancient.
Astrid grabs the scantron printouts. “The categories thus far: reflexes go to Natasha. Snark…it’s a toss-up. Participants in our study say that, thanks to the pictures of Fauxlivia we showed them, Olivia looks better with long, straight red hair. Abilities-wise, Natasha has the Red Room serum, but Olivia has the Cortexiphan. They tested at the same IQ. Olivia’s taller but Natasha’s faster. Our personality assessments put them both solidly likely to jump off of a building in pursuit of a suspect.”
She goes on, reading off of the strenuous testing results that the Avengers Initiative and Walter Bishop have insisted on putting the women through. Natasha has her arms crossed over her chest, looking supremely bored, while Olivia rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed with being measured against anybody else. When Astrid announces the results of the final category tested (Sarcasm present in raise of left eyebrow, which is a tie), all of the people in the room frown.
"So who won?" Steve asks because even with the serum, he’s having a hard time doing quantitative math on whether or not "Has insane chemistry with Sam" is more valuable than "can form mental connection with small children from the future."
"Right now, it’s a tie. We’re gonna need a tiebreaker. Frea, you choose."
The writer, who up to this point has been sitting in a chair in the corner, trying to type despite the rat terrier mutt nudging a cold nose under right wrist, looks up and glares. “Not fair,” she says. “Olivia owns my heart, but Natasha owns my soul.”
"You have to choose," Steve insists.
Frea’s glare intensifies. “Fine,” she says, depositing the black and white mutt on the ground (Charlie immediately jumps back into her lap and nudges at her hand again). She sighs. “Natasha wins this round, but only so I can order her to make shinykari suffer for putting me in this position.”
"So, go spend a lot of time following Kari around," Natasha says. "I can do that."
And she trots off.
"I didn’t think this plan through very well," Frea says when Kari floods her dashboard with selfies of her and Natasha cosplaying together as She-Ra and Red Sonja at the next con.
"Oliver." Felicity gives him a long look. "We do not have a chance."
"Aren’t you supposed to be the optimist here?" Oliver picks up the rope and fits his right foot against her left foot. "They can’t be good at everything.”
"Given that they’re the world’s two foremost assassins who have an intensely frightening sense of weird telepathy between them to where I’ve never actually seen them exchange more than four words to each other?" Felicity blows a long strand of hair out of her face. "They’re going to kick our asses."
"Nonsense. We’re going to win this thing."
In the end, it turns out they’re both wrong: Clint and Natasha cross the finish line at the same time as Felicity and Oliver, but none of them saw Sam Wilson and Maria Hill coming from behind to take the ex-SHIELD Annual Picnic Three Legged Race trophy.
can you believe i spent actual time on this
MCU Meme: [2/8] Characters
"The battle of the New York was the end of the world. This - now - is the new world. People are different. They have access to tech, to formula, secrets they’re not ready for."