Back to Normal // Natasha and Bucky
coldwarsoldier:
Bucky stood beside the door to the training room silently, just watching his fiance. Or possible ex-fiance. He had just tried to kill her, after all. There was a very large chance that she’d want to leave him now.
Quietly, he thought to himself. She might not know that he had returned, that the soldier had left his thoughts. She could attack.
Taking a few slow steps closer, he let out a cough, asking softly. “So you’re out of the med ward now?”
Natasha planted her foot behind her and sent a left hook right into the dummy, knocking it around a bit before it returned back to its original position. She stood there for a second, taking in his familiar voice.
“So it seems,” She replied, avoided his gaze, then hit the dummy once more.
searching to find myself
but all i find is you
Scarlett Johansson on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 4.23.13
snowshu:
soviet power couple
they will show up at your fancy party looking way hotter than you and all of your guests
chriswaltz:
SCARLETT AND CHRIS on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier
byebyelazygirls:
hard at work on captain america 2 set
Back to Normal // Open
The medical ward wasn’t the place to be for longer than a month in Natasha’s perspective. It was already was past due for her to be up and back on her feet. She had convinced the one doctor, through light persuasion and a little bit of cash, to discharge her as soon as possible from the hellhole. Luckily, he had agreed to let her go later that afternoon.
When she’d been let go, the first place she’d thought of was the training room. The last place she saw Bucky as he truly was, and the first place she’d be today. Today was the day she would get her groove back.
Standing in front of the training dummy made Natasha feel as at home as she could feel. Finally she could get back to the norm.
[Flips through the final pages of her book then sets it on the bedside table next to a full glass of water] Getting the hell out of here can’t come soon enough.

A day off…could you imagine?