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Raise your hand if you still ship Romanogers

Personally, I didn't find the Romanogers scenes lacking because I felt they were very emotional and well done but I did find Natasha's role in the movie lacking. It's odd because Natasha is in pretty much the entire movie except for the end but I felt a bit of a disconnect between her and the others on the whole. Like, individually, I liked her scenes with Steve and T'Challa and Tony but something seems so off. I can't quite put my finger on why though.

I thought Natasha generally was lacking, too, and that is probably why I found the Romanogers scenes lacking.  She didn’t feel invested to me, not in either side.  She seemed content with the path of least resistance?  Like those solid moments of emotional growth and characterization from CA:TWS were not here.  And they didn’t have the time or space to really go into it, but after all the talk the Russos had of her being conflicted, she didn’t feel conflicted to me.  She felt a little “going with whatever holds the team together”, but mostly going with the flow.  That’s my two cents, anyway.  Don’t get me wrong.  I still loved her.  But I did find the same thing: she wasn’t quite right in the movie.  Not all there?  I don’t know how to put it.

I actually liked her couple of tenderish moments with Tony, too.  I’m glad they had those.  But they needed some sort of resolution for her, and it sadly wasn’t there.

The truth !

what do you mean this didn’t happen

Captain America/Black Widow is probably the only relationship that make quite sense to happen in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Reblog if you ship Romanogers

Reblog if you still ship romanogers.

Reblog if you will ship them forever.

Reblog if you will ship them after whatever happen on CW. 

Reblog if you give a fuck about canon on the MCU. 

Reblog to support others shippers. 

Reblog because we sail our ship. 

I don’t need Black widow movie. I need Romanogers movie.

“I would say black widow. “We really establish such a nice platonic thing ”

“You have two characters from very different worlds - Cap and Black Widow - who have very different backgrounds and found that kind of comfort in one another at times of distress. I’ve always thought that would be a very interesting dynamic to pursue, but at the same time it’s very sweet and very pure that they have kept it platonic,” he said. (x)

Ladies and Gentlemen, Chris Evans, Captain of SS Romanogers

Black widow's bite !!!!

Somthing Black Widow can’t resist.

Something Black Widow can’t resist.

This is soooooooo good !!!!!

One Does Not Simply Sleep With Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/230FLCI

by thegraytigress

Natasha inexplicably finds herself on a righteous and bizarre quest to protect Steve’s virtue, even from herself. The weirdest thing about it all, though? The prize at the end of the quest is Steve’s virtue. Go figure.

Words: 27238, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of The Sexy Misadventures of Agents Romanoff and Rogers

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Angst, First Time, BAMF Natasha Romanov, Mildly Dubious Consent, Virgin Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/230FLCI

Romanogers will never die !!!!!! Never gonna give it up.

Romanogers Forever !!!!!!!

Can someone please write fanfic about this. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Steve walks in on Natasha and Bruce and is more affected than he would have thought. Tension rises quickly, confessions are made but things cannot be fixed. That is until what could probably be their final moments on the flying city that Natasha voices out her most compromising secret.

Can someone posts this VDO for me ? Please !!!!!!!

Do u ever just watch interviews with Chris and Scarlett and read things they said about each other and just get sad that they didn't get married to each other

sadly, yes…sigh. There was never any good timing. 

Please stop playing with my feeling T_T.

Two lies and a truth about Captain America: Civil War

Fondue

What I secretly wish will happen between Steve and Natasha in Cap 3 summed up in one image:

>_

This fic's so good. I want to lay my head on the pillow and cry.

“Splinters”

Summary:  Steve has splinters in his hands. They don’t hurt much. Not so much that he can’t ignore it. Rating: T Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff Link: FanFiction.net, AO3 Author’s Note:  This is a little gap-filler for Age of Ultron. It takes place after the team goes to Clint’s farm but before they have their little meeting with Fury. As requested, this one explores Steve’s (not at all happy) feelings about Bruce/Natasha. And when I mean not happy, I mean not happy. I seriously pulled this one out of a huge pile of Steve-angst. It’s been so long since I’ve written something like this between Steve and Nat, and we’ll be back to them being crazy in love with each other after this. Still, be prepared: this is not a fix-it. It’s just not quite one-sided, not–entirely-but-mostly unrequited Romanogers. Poor baby. Someone give that boy a hug and a kiss, for crying out loud.

Preview:

                Finally she sighed.  Obviously she’d been expecting something from him, and when he hadn’t been willing to give it, she decided to take matters into her own hands. “You want to talk about it?”

                She wasn’t specific, but he knew what she was asking.  And he couldn’t help that the bitterness exploded out of him.  A harsh laugh, a dismissive thing.  She didn’t take offense.  He thought she should have.  Instead she pressed closer still until her hip was against his, like there was anything between them other than the meaningless flirting he’d tried to convince himself was something more than just flirting. Her voice dropped down softer, like she was trying to seem nonthreatening.  “What did she show–”

                “Don’t,” he warned.

                Now she was rebuffed.  And hurt.  “What?”

                “It doesn’t work that way.  I asked you if you were okay, if you wanted to talk about it, two or three times on our way here, and you completely ignored me.”

                She shook her head, anger in her eyes that simultaneously shamed him and made him feel vindicated.  But she didn’t act on it.  Instead she looked away like she was the one who was ashamed, and that gnawed at his composure like the splinters biting into his skin.  She stared out into the falling shadows like she wanted to climb into them, the same desperate desire to run that he’d felt before abruptly bright in her eyes.  “I couldn’t tell you,” she finally admitted.

                This was even worse.  “But you could tell him.”

                Immediately he wanted to take the words back.  He’d never been so obvious about how he felt before. Jealous.  It was pathetic and petty.  Natasha wasn’t his.  She had never asked to be.  She never had been.  In truth, despite the harrowing ordeal they’d shared when they’d been hunted by SHIELD and the Winter Soldier, she wasn’t anything more than his friend, and not even a friend he understood very well.  They’d gone their separate ways, him to look for Bucky (unsuccessfully) and her to build a new identity since Black Widow lay exposed and in shambles.  They’d reunited months later, both changed but not enough to forget whatever this thing was between them.  It was amorphous and ill-defined and troublesome.  Their working relationship had suffered for it. And he wasn’t even sure if she knew there was something between them at all or if he’d imagined it all (or subconsciously fabricated it just to have something to plug the holes in his heart).  When they’d met again, all of the easy camaraderie and sweet flirting and tentative friendship that had been between them for months before SHIELD had fallen apart had completely vanished.  She’d come back as someone else.  So had he, hardened and not quite the optimist he had been (or the one he’d been trying to be).  He never called that nurse.  She hadn’t asked about it.

                He couldn’t read her.  He never could.  He wanted to now.  He needed to now.  He’d never felt more alone than he did at this moment, surrounded by his team and Barton’s nice family and nice home, and he needed to know if it was too late. “Does he make you happy?”