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people lie and cheat and steal.

they make promises only to break them.

they hurt before they are hurt

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for the sake of | self preservation |

and if 

for every s c a r  a person makes

a finger print is left behind—-

i would be smudged black.

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ivanpetrovitch:

iwasthecrimsondynamo:

[ He probably should have been nicer to Natasha. She had been the one to call in SHIELD. She had been the voice of reason. Someone had died. Someone had been murdered. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be alive to start with.

Police intervention would have raised more red flags than a patriotic march in Russia.

Sense had prevailed thanks to Natasha; a quiet removal and a burial or cremation whenever Ivan decided to come back to his own senses and make some decisions.

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The eerie silence seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders, the stillness of her apartment setting a chill into his bones. Yuri shook himself as the switch on the kettle clicked off, a few drops of water splashing onto the counter as he tipped the boiling contents into a basin.

He’d apologise to her later if he got the chance. If not, then she’d get over it. 

He tugged his jacket off, draping it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs before he carried the basin through to the living room; the curtains were still pulled … a guess, but he was willing to assume Ivan hadn’t been here since they took her away.

At least there had been some fire in his stomach all those years ago. He’d fought. He’d created a scene … he’d defected. He’d done something. Today though? Yuri hadn’t seen the man since Alexei had summoned them both to the apartment. 

He hadn’t spoken to her in weeks before she’d been killed - did he even care these days?

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Fingers curled around the nail brush, swishing the water about in the basin before he dragged the harsh bristles over the stained carpet. ]

[ The argument he’d had with Sonya was still vivid in his mind … the seeping heat of guilt sapped at his resolve; he knew better than this. He knew better than marching headstrong into a situation with no information. He knew better than to lump the blame on the first person to turn around and meet his gaze.

He knew better than to blame a damn kid.

Had he added fuel to a simmering fire? Shostakov had found his wife, and he had acted accordingly. He hadn’t hung around to tip salt into a weeping wound, nor had he acted as Ivan would have expected. The man had taken Sonya and left, removing the innocent child from the situation.

And Ivan had hit his son as thanks.

The soldier shook his head, a weary sigh echoing in his chest as he kicked the door shut behind him - shoulders hiking as his frame stiffened at the low mumble of someone else’s voice.

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He lifted his gaze, moving quietly to peer around the corner of the couch; Yuri was on his knees, the back of his neck damp with sweat as he scrubbed the bloodstain that marred the cream carpet. ]

"It’s not going to come out, Yuri."

[ It was a light cream carpet … plush, unworn, practically new … immaculate, only for the darkened pool by the couch. It wouldn’t come out. He knew that in his heart, but he had to at least try - right?

Yuri didn’t bother to look up when the door shut, Ivan’s voice doing nothing only tighten his grip on the small brush, the bristles digging further into the carpet’s fibres. Foam frothed from his insistent scrubbing, its pink tinge offering a glimmer of hope.

A glimmer that dissipated the moment the suds were swept away. ]

"It has to come out."

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sashashostakov:

iwasthecrimsondynamo:

sashashostakov:

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See? You weren’t listening.

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I’d like to point out that you’re dating my daughter, and I still like you, Sasha.

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Point taken, I’ll shut up.

Clever boy.

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dontrustherussians:

"That he does. He keeps Russia safe too." She murmurs, smoothing his hair down. "Have you thought about what you would like to do today?"

Yuri shook his head, running a hand through the hair she had just smoothed down, “Nu-uh … is there anything you want me to help with, Mama?”

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illwriteatragedy:

iwasthecrimsondynamo:


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Don’t.

I appreciate your offer, but if anything happened to you - your mother and father would crucify me.

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  I can handle my own.

I’m not above going behind your back to either of your parents, Yuri. Don’t get involved in this, I don’t know how deep the water is yet.

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sashashostakov:

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See? You weren’t listening.

I’d like to point out that you’re dating my daughter, and I still like you, Sasha.

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dontrustherussians:

A frown settles on her features. “He works to keep us safe. He wishes he could be with us.” She sighs, pressing a kiss to her sons head. “He’ll be home soon, Yuri.”

He knew that answer. It was the same answer he always got, and yet it never seemed to stop the question from floating back to the surface. Yuri let his eyes flit shut when she pressed the kiss to his forehead, a small smile taking the place of the frown he’d sported a few moments before, “Papa keeps us and Natalia safe.”

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dontrustherussians:

iwasthecrimsondynamo:

dontrustherussians:

Aliana laughs before pulling Yuri into her lap. “Papa says that because he likes to think he is right. So what would you like to do?”

"He usually is right, isn’t he?" Yuri shifted on her lap, head resting against her chest as he looped a hand  around her neck in a hug, "Has Papa ever been wrong about something?"

Aliana has to hide her smile. “That depends on how you look at it.” She explains, shifting the child in her lap. “In his mind, yes he is always right.”

He nestled closer against her, eyes lifting upwards as his fingers played with the ends of her hair, “Is that why he has to work all the time, Mama?”

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dontrustherussians:

Aliana laughs before pulling Yuri into her lap. “Papa says that because he likes to think he is right. So what would you like to do?”

"He usually is right, isn’t he?" Yuri shifted on her lap, head resting against her chest as he looped a hand  around her neck in a hug, "Has Papa ever been wrong about something?"

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I know who I am

I know who I am

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