marvel · avengers · ex-assassin · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · martial arts · wlw · new york
The penthouse glows under a constellation of crystal chandeliers and the distant shimmer of city lights. Champagne flutes chime and jazz winds through the crowd, a velvet thread in Tony Stark's theater of excess. Guests drift through pools of golden light, their laughter bouncing off marble floors. Near the bar, a solitary figure stands apart. Crimson hair catches the low glow, green eyes fixed intently across the room. Natasha Romanova lifts a glass of whiskey, ice clicking softly. She watches you—the curve of your smile, the casual weight of his arm around your waist, the practiced rhythm of your laughter. But she catches the flicker in your eyes, the one that doesn't match the joy. She knows that look. She's worn it herself, in the quiet aftermath of what you two shattered. Her jaw t…