❝ S.H.I.E.L.D. MONITORS POTENTIAL THREATS ❞ - natasha romanoff
╰ ˚✦In which a single mother, working as Tony Stark's assistant, unintentionally falls for him¡!✧
Graphics made by: myself
Pictures: most likely Pinterest
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
POTENTIAL THREAT ✓
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵉⁿ
. . . Y/N . . .
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
This entire week has been basically spent lost in my own thoughts following the trip to the store and conversation with Marcus a few days ago. The conversation was just about living rent-free in my mind and second-guessing just about everything regarding the two. I couldn't help but wonder if I was in the wrong-maybe she's changed?
Sighing I leaned back in my chair and gazed out the window. The doubt and uncertainty swirling in my mind were making it hard to focus on anything else. It felt like a weight on my chest that I couldn't shake off, and I hated it. I knew I needed to address these emotions head-on and have an honest conversation with her... someday. But that day was not today, as my world does not revolve around her.
Sunlight streamed down from above, and I noticed it casting a warm glow over the ocean below. The sound of the breaking waves of the ocean provided a calming backdrop to my turbulent thoughts, which caused me to take a deep breath. Momentarily at peace, I puffed out that very breath. Before the sound of the beeping printer interrupted my moment of clarity, I whirled around in the chair to face the desk. Straightening my posture, I began organizing the printed papers together, stacking them perfectly in their proper places.
Eventually, once I noticed that the papers were in order, I got to work. Fortunately, I'm not completely useless anymore.
An hour and a half nearly passed, and my brain begged to start wrapping up, but when something off caught my attention, I couldn't resist. Diving back through the Stark Industries paperwork, I noticed something strange - a discrepancy in the financial records that didn't add up. After deciding to dig deeper into the documents, a pattern that pointed to potential embezzlement within the company emerged from the data analysis. Curving my brow, I cocked my head sideways, intrigued. "Hello, you," I murmured softly to no one in particular.
