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    A series for the collected parts of The Lengths We Would Go.

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    19 Feb 2026

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    Tony and Natasha both find themselves at the mercy of people looking for a weapon, and they will stop at nothing to get it. The two Avengers - or Avenger and rogue Avenger, specifically, have to try and survive to get out, but even if they do, what's waiting in the outside world for one of them?

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    18 Feb 2026

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    (Black Widow movie spoilers!) Not everything goes quite to plan. Natasha still completes the mission. The Red Room is gone. She is badly injured, but needs to get information and the antidote to someone who can help the others, so she contacts the one person who she thinks can help. Contains much needed hurt/comfort that we all need after the movie, plus a lot of Natasha whump!

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    17 Feb 2026

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    The cat is vibrating in her lap, and she doesn’t quite know exactly what that means, but she can’t deny it feels nice, and the cat’s face is softening, and even though the cat itself is half frozen, something about the cat’s hazel eyes looking up to her fills a warmth inside her empty chest.

     

    How Natalia Romanova learned what it meant to be good, with the help of an injured cat in the Siberian woods.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    There is a tap on the table top and a quiet, “Scusatemi, signorina,” and she looks up. There is a boy there, no more than twenty, and he is undoubtedly American, though his Italian is so polished that even she would be unsure if not for his hesitant slouch— discomfort, it says I am out of place. His gaze is not demanding. It is not cold, either— but intelligent, distant. Not assessing, but calculating. As if she is made of code, and he is reading her.

    “I speak English,” she tells him, “better than Italian.”

    He slumps with something akin to relief. “Oh- that’s. That’s cool. I’m really sorry to ask-“ and he looks it, wincing and pulling his own fingers, “-but would it be okay if I sit with you? My mamma is in a formaggeria across the piazza and I desperately don’t want to stand in there and smell cheese for an hour so I was gonna grab an espresso but every other table is filled and I don’t want to impose but—?” He looks at her. He is sharp, ardent with a wisdom that puts her teeth on edge. No young man should look like that: as if he has stared straight into the barrel of a gun and laughed at the bullet, swallowed it whole.

    He looks old for his age. He just. He looks.

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    17 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    rumspringa as psychological warfare