Natasha Romanoff Quotes Novels & Stories

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

she almost choked on her words, but all her nervousness subsided when Olga and Laura clapped their hands, followed by everyone. "You better!" Laura shouted and whooped to cheer everyone up. Natasha lowered her head while wearing a satisfied smile on her face. "See? I told you there's nothing to worry about," I whispered to her, hugging her from behind and offering her more than just comfort. "I love you, Natasha Montero." She looked over her shoulder. "I love you more than you know."

Natasha replied, her young face filled with concern. “Be strong for me. You’re my brave girl, and I need you to take care of yourself and Maggie,” she said, referring to the elderly woman who had been like a grandmother to Natasha. “You’ll always have her, and she’ll always be there for you.” Tears filled Natasha’s eyes. “But I don’t want you to go,” she said, clutching her mother’s hand tightly. Lillian smiled sadly, brushing Natasha’s hair away from her face. “You’ll always carry me in your heart, my love. And I want you to live, to dream big, and to chase those dreams.”

"Honestly, you don't strike me as someone who is talkative, Natasha." I sucked on my lower lip. Maybe that's his first impression of me? Someone who's aloof? Well, yes, I was never really talkative. Back in our town, Sayna is the one who is talkative-- annoying, if Draven would describe her. We are like the opposite. That question formed because of sheer curiosity. But thinking about it now, I need to be 'talkative' if that's what it takes to get information from Valerian. I need to start talking for him to get to speak.

That was unbearable. "Thank you," I managed. "Liam's worried about you," Natasha continued, pulling out her lipstick to reapply. "He was asking if you seemed alright, if he should cut the meeting short. I told him you were probably fine, that you're stronger than you look." She smiled at me in the mirror. "That was the right thing to say, wasn't it? You are strong?" "I'm managing."

She was supposed to be defeated and crumbled under my pressure. Natasha sauntered over, her steps barely audible against the rustling leaves. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine, the faintest hint of satisfaction playing on her lips. "She's powerful," she stated, though her voice carried no trace of defeat. "Do something, Natasha!" I bellowed, the frustration bleeding through my words. "I won't let them make a mockery of us." Her response came slowly, deliberate. "I didn't know she possessed this strength. But don't worry Reed; it won't last forever."

She groaned softly as she leaned forward and laid her forehead on her folder arms. "Holy shit!" she whispered softly. "Are you alright?" Tony asked again. Natasha let out with a soft chuckle. "Just fucking dandy." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Could you get me a glass of water. I'm so thirsty." Tony returned with a glass of water and sat it on the table in front of his mom. Natasha pushed up and looked at the glass. She picked it up and drained half of it before she turned it down. She sat the glass down and sighed. "Perfect."

Her heart raced, but she forced herself to keep a straight face as she looked down at the scroll before putting a hand on it, looking at the drawings that were on it. “But if the prophecy was predicted years ago, don’t you think that they are overreacting by thinking that a manipulator would come to end them now? And if they’re suspecting me, I don’t even have the proper training to be able to fight them if I wanted to. Needless to say, I would die after their first attack” Natalia said, and Nikita smiled, shaking her head at her. “You underestimate yourself and your powers, child” she said, looking at me “and you speak Latin”

Jasper was surprised. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. Natasha looked calm as she said, “It’s not worth it. I won’t lower myself to her level. I won’t do something stupid just to get back at her.” Jasper looked at her with admiration in his eyes. He smiled and said, “That’s why I admire you more. You are strong and mature. And you have situations in ways that no one could think.” Natasha smiled but didn’t say anything. Her heart was still full of thoughts about Kenny. She carefully threw a glance at where he was seated, thinking he was busy talking.

Natasha forced a smile as Valerie placed the meal beside her. "How are you doing this morning, Natasha?" Valerie asked kindly. Natasha's smile widened, though it held a hint of cunning beneath its surface. "I'm doing well, thank you, Valerie," she replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Just taking things one day at a time, you know." Valerie nodded, seemingly oblivious to the brewing storm within Natasha. "That's good to hear. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. We're all here to support each other."