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"A Widow's Tale" by Mhalachai (G)
Fandom: The Avengers (movieverse)/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Natasha/Clint but mostly gen
Length: ~43K words
Author on LJ: mhalachaiswords
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: I've never watched any of the Stargate series, and in fact would not have know who John Sheppard is had the story not been tagged as a crossover. So if you're coming to this just as an Avengers fan, never fear!
"A Widow's Tale" is a series (43K-ish words total, and can really be taken as one long story) that assumes movieverse!Natasha was, like her comicsverse self, modified and conditioned in certain physical ways by the Red Room. The series is a fascinating balance between history and present, and between chosen and actually-genetically-related families. Above all, it's a fascinating look at the woman behind the Black Widow, and the things she carries with her.
The trip back took considerably less time than on the way out; the afternoon traffic had cleared somewhat, and the sun was starting to set over Manhattan when Steve pulled the car back into the parking area behind Stark Manor.
He killed the engine and just sat, mentally exhausted by the day. Put him up against a hundred HYDRA agents, he could go all day. Make him think that his team's lone female agent might be almost as old as he was?
He'd rather take HYDRA.
Natasha roused herself after a few minutes. She hadn't said a word since the cemetery. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"For what?"
"Driving." She let out a small breath that in any one else would have been a sigh. "The ghosts are louder on some days than others."
This sentiment Steve could agree with; every time he walked the New York streets he felt the ghosts of time pressing down around him.
"You're welcome." Steve slumped down in the seat as far as he could go. It wasn't far; they obviously hadn't built convertibles with Captain America in mind. "Can I ask you a question?"
He took her silence for acquiescence.
"What happened to Natalie Sheppard in 1973?"
Natasha smoothed a wrinkle in the black fabric of her skirt. "There are a lot of ways to cause a car accident," was all she said.
A loud commotion was approaching. Steve let his head fall back against the headrest, unable to deal. Natasha, on the other hand, swung her legs out of the car and headed into the house.
A Widow's Tale
Pairing: Natasha/Clint but mostly gen
Length: ~43K words
Author on LJ: mhalachaiswords
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: I've never watched any of the Stargate series, and in fact would not have know who John Sheppard is had the story not been tagged as a crossover. So if you're coming to this just as an Avengers fan, never fear!
"A Widow's Tale" is a series (43K-ish words total, and can really be taken as one long story) that assumes movieverse!Natasha was, like her comicsverse self, modified and conditioned in certain physical ways by the Red Room. The series is a fascinating balance between history and present, and between chosen and actually-genetically-related families. Above all, it's a fascinating look at the woman behind the Black Widow, and the things she carries with her.
The trip back took considerably less time than on the way out; the afternoon traffic had cleared somewhat, and the sun was starting to set over Manhattan when Steve pulled the car back into the parking area behind Stark Manor.
He killed the engine and just sat, mentally exhausted by the day. Put him up against a hundred HYDRA agents, he could go all day. Make him think that his team's lone female agent might be almost as old as he was?
He'd rather take HYDRA.
Natasha roused herself after a few minutes. She hadn't said a word since the cemetery. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"For what?"
"Driving." She let out a small breath that in any one else would have been a sigh. "The ghosts are louder on some days than others."
This sentiment Steve could agree with; every time he walked the New York streets he felt the ghosts of time pressing down around him.
"You're welcome." Steve slumped down in the seat as far as he could go. It wasn't far; they obviously hadn't built convertibles with Captain America in mind. "Can I ask you a question?"
He took her silence for acquiescence.
"What happened to Natalie Sheppard in 1973?"
Natasha smoothed a wrinkle in the black fabric of her skirt. "There are a lot of ways to cause a car accident," was all she said.
A loud commotion was approaching. Steve let his head fall back against the headrest, unable to deal. Natasha, on the other hand, swung her legs out of the car and headed into the house.
A Widow's Tale