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616 Wanda taking place of her good variant!!!

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You had no one to blame.

It was your choice.

You couldn't live without her.

You were at her mercy.

___

"Wanda..." You whispered, when her kiss reached your neck.

She smiled at the hunger in your voice. It was never enough for you. Not only your body asked for more, but your mind... You wanted to be lost in the eyes of the woman you loved.

"Wanda..." You whimpered when she pushed the dildo deeper. She enjoyed keeping you on the edge. You didn't expect that from her. But in time you got used to it. Your body didn't resist anymore, embracing desire penetrating in every nerve under your skin. 

"Wanda..." You were convincing yourself that this was the same woman. You were lying to the very fabric of reality. It was easy to think that her touch meant the same thing - love. You closed your eyes, you ignored the witch's possessiveness. 

Her nails were marking your flesh, but all you cared about were her praises. 

___

When your wife died, your world stopped breathing. You never even understood what a vital part of your existance she was. Without her everything became painfully blank and noiseless. 

The remaining Illuminati executed your wife, because she wasn't strong enough to protect herself. They never believed she didn't help the Scarlet witch. 

You almost got used to the silence and the devouring cold of your bed. Months alone were dragging in an agonising race for your sanity. 

Until one day you most definitely lost your mind. 

Someone knocked. You opened. A ghost of your wife not less was smiling at you. 

"You're dead." You whispered. "I buried you." 

"In this universe." 

She was frighteningly calm, deceptively sincere.

"it was the Darkhold. I want to fix everything. Destroy all the sources of dark magic in this universe. I owe it to her."

She was exactly like your wife. And it wasn't the physical appearance. It was the tone, the words, the warmth. She was shyly keeping her hands on her knees, rarely looking into your eyes. She knew that your tragedy was her fault. Scarlet witch offered her heart to heal yours. 

It was easy to trust her, it was so hard not to fall in love again. 

She gave you the same pet name, her pancakes were also too sweet, her scent was the one of roses. She even was telling the same old stories to your sons. 

Often you were wondering how she could embrace the role so easily. 

You didn't know that the Scarlet witch was reading your mind. 

___

"I can't hear you."

You were once again in a torturous bliss. Wanda was teasing the only need you had. 

Your wife never restrained you, never left the marks on your skin and scars on your heart. But Scarlet Witch was different. 

She skillfully was using the toys to methodically deprive you of  the remains of common sense. 

She knew your sensitive spots, she wasn't holding back. Your body was surrendering to a woman, who had you at her mercy. 

"I can't hear you." 

You could barely concentrate on her voice. All you cared about were the vibrations so close to your clit, vibrations almost touching your nipples. Magic was all around you. Holding your arms, kissing your collarbone, admiring your lips. 

You closed your eyes, you mumbled something. 

"I can't hear you." Red sparked in her eyes. 

You gathered all the decency you had in you. Your eyes treacherously begging for more. 

"Let me cum..." 

___

"You didn't have to do it." 

Your bag hit the floor, your heels, your jacket. Level of your tiredness was increasing. Wanda's venom was hidden behind the benevolent spark. 

"What do you mean?" almost innocent tone with only slight hidden shaking. 

"Scaring her. That wasn't necessary." 

You were about to go to your bedroom when the softness of her hand got to the small of your back. You groaned. You had to be angry. 

"She's your ex-girlfriend." The coldness of the title contrasted with her burning fingertips. "She approached us. What was I supposed to do?" 

"Just ignore her." your defense was getting weaker. You couldn't be without your Wanda for long. "simply leave."

"She wanted to talk to you." hurt drop by drop permeating under your skin. "to get the attention she didn't deserve anymore."

"You scared her with magic. Practically threatened." 

You could feel Wanda closer, her breath stealing you remaining dignity, her tongue too close to your earlobe. 

"I was civil. I didn't do anything." The Sokovian accent thicker. "But don't tell me you don't enjoy this feeling. I'm protecting you. Caring about you. You belong to me."

___

Her smile was suffocating you. Her roar was hypnotizing you. 

Heat of her body enveloping you. You didn't care about your own desires anymore. 

"Do you enjoy what you see?" Wanda tilted her head. 

Her elegant fingers were lost in your hair. you couldn't touch her because of the red mist. 

Wanda was preparing you, her wetness intoxicating your senses. She was straddling your obedience, your desire to fight. Her movements were meticulous and sharp, her legs keeping your body underneath her. 

She was breathtaking, radiating with power and fire. 

You desperately wanted to feel her under your fingertips, but the perfectly sculptured witch didn't let you. 

"Don't you want to make me feel good?" magic was lacing her hair. 

You could only nod. 

"Good girl. I know you'd do anything for me."

Wanda moved closer. She needed your lips, your tongue. Her core throbbing. 

You closed your eyes, you were ready to die for her. 

_

"I don't want you to go." She pouted. 

"That's cute. But I have to." magic clicked. The door was closed. "Wanda..." 

"Working on Sundays is not fair. They have you 5 days a week." 

Her arms were wrapped around your waist. She needed you. 

"It's just for a few hours." 

"and if you could always be with me, with us, with the boys?" Wanda gently turned your face to her. "no more annoying obligations."

"That would be perfect." Your lips lightly brushed her cheek.

"Consider it done." 

You missed the determination, you didn't hear the disturbing implication. You gave her the permission yourself, though you were not aware of it at that time. 

____

"I didn't expect it from you." disappointment was palpable.

"Wanda..." 

"you didn't warn me." condescending smile ruining her features. "you wanted to leave me alone." 

"No..."

"I've heard your phone call." Wanda cupped your face with her glowing fingers. "You wanted to go away for a few days."

You shook your head. Her scent was disarming you. Familiar vibrations teasing your spine. 

"I would never agree to going anywhere without your permission." Your breathing was betraying you. "You have to trust me."

"I do." She adorably laughed. "But sometimes a proof or two wouldn't hurt."

"Anything..." all shame gone. You begged her not to stop.

"You know what I want." Her hand traced the tingles from your neck to your shoulder.

Wanda didn't even have to push. She wanted you on your knees, she was once again asking you to succumb to your only instinct. You didn't see the room clearly anymore. 

You didn't even understand how your knees hit the floor, your nails digging into her thighs. 

"I need you." Your confession painted with pain of devotion. "I'll give you everything."

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Special occasion

NSFW vignette.

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This year it was supposed to be different.

No stuffy tower, no weary presents, no cheap speeches. Just a girl's night out in a bar Nat never heard of. 

It was a safe place, no one possibly could think that Avengers were spending their time like this.

Drinking without consequences, dancing without restrictions, laughing without a burden. 

Nat's dress was too tight, barely allowing her the dignity of a movement. But tonight it didn't stop her. She would look in the eyes of her decisions tomorrow. Her heels were echoing the rhythm of the feral dance, with musicians on the tiny stage almost keeping up. 

Her body was asking for more, not giving the brain a time to adjust. 

Carol brought another drink, she herself being enamored with the atmosphere. It was her idea. Girls had to let everything go. They didn't even need an occasion, though the existence of one didn't hurt. 

Riot of untamed strength and power was filling the space. Valkyrie and Jane playing with magic, adding to the heavy and smoldering atmosphere. Wanda being responsible for mesmerizing sparks of fire in the air. Alien sisters were sharing the never ending supply of purple alcohol from their flasks. 

In all that dissonant of worlds Natasha found a disturbing comfort. Maybe it was the date, maybe it was the fact that she finally could dive into the array of adventurous emotions. 

You were supposed not to look at her. It was your rule. Never to stare at the customer. But you were always fixed on the red crown and bare collarbones.��

Once or twice you saw her eyes. But the veil of painful pleasure didn't let you enjoy the color.

 You were sure she didn't notice you with her entourage keeping her hostage.

But you were wrong. She spoke to you, her voice vibrating in your imagination. You couldn't understand a single word, but you nodded.

Another bottle of vodka appeared on the bar counter, but her soft fingers stopped you from filling the glass.

Nat shook her head, took your hand in hers. Her lips were drilling "you" into your mind. You pointed at the door. She practically dragged you to the office.

Her closeness was infuriating. Something you never felt before. Nat was teasing you with her praises. 

Your kiss was rushed and full of alcohol. Tonight Nat was a biter, leaving the shock of the first pain in your eyes.

Your hands were searching for a way to make her dress surrender. She moaned from the anticipation of your control.

 It wasn't hard to get under her skirt, her hips paying the price for your curiosity. She was waiting for you. Once your fingers were close, she growled. You pushed Nat to the table, you wanted her to remain on her feet. 

You were desperately kissing her scent away from her neck. She was sweet, intoxicating, alluring. Her nails were digging into the wood of the furniture. 

She was crying her whispers, once you were inside of her. Not exploring, not enjoying, but mercilessly fucking the affliction of commonness. This night was supposed to remain magical.

With every movement you were leaving a hickey on her pale skin. She didn't close her eyes, but she didn't see you. You heard the dress ripping. It didn't matter anymore. 

A few minutes and you felt her tension go away. Nat didn't cry your name. She didn't know it. Instead she was caught in a silent scream of pleasure. You gave her the rapture of getting her sanity back. 

She left the room without another word. 

"Oh, here's our birthday girl." Wanda caught Nat near the counter. "Do you like it here?" 

"Very." Nat's hand was covering the vulnerable fabric.

She liked it here.

She would like to return. 

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Cradle

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"We need to get rid of the cradle."

Nat's voice brought you back.

It wasn't the same voice that woke you up tonight. Not the dark honey liquor that used to calm you for years. Now it was the sound of barely rotten wood with hollow emotionless vibrations.

It was a stark contrast with joyful colors. Heroes of old folklore were laughing from the walls. Reminder, that you wanted to make this room special, unique, and welcoming.

You felt your wife's look. She was waiting for your answer. It was time you gave her at least something. Anything. 

You turned on your heels and simply left. Nat didn't move, she didn't try to follow you. You knew, your wife wanted to help, to fix you. But the truth didn't need to be fixed. You needed something else. Neither of you knew what.

____

You didn't want to go.

You hated the compassionate words, you despised the looks full of pity. You didn't want to survive these friendly meetings. Your wound would open again, leaving the bloody trails all over the sincere friendliness. 

You were never a jealous person, but Avenger's families reminded you what you lost. What was ripped from your stomach.

You could feel the scar open and pulsate. 

"It's Burton's birthday." Natasha was leaning on the door of your bedroom. As If she needed something more monumental to keep her posture. 

"I won't go." You were searching for your medicine in the drawer. 

"We don't have to stay there for long. An hour maximum. Just to say hi."Natasha was pleading, asking, begging.

You didn't remember when you were a couple. When you laughed, kissed, had sex, talked, shared a thought. Two ghosts living under one roof. At least Nat tried. You didn't give her the pleasure of forgiveness. 

"And after hi?" your annoyance flinched. But you didn't look at her. "What are they going to say? What are they going to ask?" 

You both knew the answer. Raw and disgusting. You had those conversations. Many times. Those "I hope you're doing OK. How do you feel? Can we help you? What are you planning next?" ones. So many times they ended in your tears and Nat's anger.

Both of you didn't blame anyone, but it was still too soon.

"We will avoid that." your wife already felt a familiar lump in her throat. Rejection. "We will do what you want. What we want. No questions. Just us together."

You sighed.

You knew those awkward moments. Just the two of you, avoiding certain topics and not looking each other in the eyes. Who would enjoy that? Months passed and you still felt the salt of the tears from the day it all happened. 

"No." You said firmly. "But you can go. He's your friend. You should be with him."

___

Phantom pain of loss for you was palatable. You were not so sure about your wife.

Your marriage was falling apart. You thought Natasha didn't want to feel it. She was as if unaffected. Tiny routines you shared vanished. 

"What is this?" You noticed a few empty boxes in the garage. 

"Oh." Nat was caught off guard near the stairs with another box in her hands. She didn't expect you to wake up so early in the morning. "I thought we could rearrange a few things. Keep something in the garage, give to the charity stuff we don't need anymore."

"And what bothers you so much, Natasha?" You were studying her, she was afraid to make the wrong move. Her hands, usually so ready for action, were trembling. The box long forgotten on the floor. 

"No, I didn't mean it like that. It would be our decision. Maybe we need to change..." 

You let out half laugh, half growl. Tension was building up. Ghost of your loss, that reminded you so much of your wife, appeared so close to you. 

"You're so good at making decisions, aren't you?"

She acknowledged your question. There were tears in her eyes. Forests of her orbs turned into swamps. 

"You wanted to get rid of the cradle? Toys? Clothes?" you pushed. "Come on, Natasha. I'll help you."

You grabbed the box, almost ran to the joyless room, opened the door, chose the nearest shelf. So many toys, so many colors, so much love. You threw the unicorn, he hit the plastic. Lion, parrot, cat and fish followed his fate. 

"Why don't you come here, Natasha?" you were choosing the clothes that was ought to vanish. "Let's get rid of these painful memories together."

Your wife walked in, leaving the sanity behind for both of you. Your movements were making fun of her. Mimicking her confidence, Devouring her calm. 

"Is this what you want?" You threw the box to her feet. "Make a decision to get rid of this? To never be reminded how you made a decision not to give our daughter a chance?"

 "It's not what I want and that's not what happened." her usually stoic expression was broken beyond repair, with immense pressure in every vein. 

"Then what happened?" your tears were bursting from your heart. "How am I alive and she is not?" 

"You think it's easy for me? It was easy?'' The air was becoming too heavy to breathe. She was stuttering. "What was I supposed to do?"

"We were supposed to decide this together." Bitterness froze the time. Joy in this room was gone forever. 

"There was no time for that. Minutes, seconds..." 

"Why is it not unbearable for you, Natasha? Why can you continue living? Why don't you suffocate?" 

Each question was a dagger, rusty, disgusting, fatal. "It's not easy for me. I loved her. Just as you did. I still love her. Just as you do." Natasha was slowly getting on her knees. "But I wouldn't be able to live without you. I couldn't lose you. She was my daughter, but you are my soul. And I would see you in her. And without you we would inevitably disappear from each other's lives."

That confession was forced. Natasha was pushing the truth down your throat. You instinctively touched your scar. 

"You have me. Even a better version of me. Barren one."

"Don't say that." She hid her face in her hands, too afraid to hear your words. 

"You never had her under your heart. Never heard her heartbeat with every fiber. And now I lost that gift. I don't think we feel the same way, Natasha."

____

You left your wife on her knees. You didn't look back. You needed to be alone. You never wanted to torture Natasha. You knew, you were fighting grief in your own different ways. But still... How she couldn't understand that there was no point in keeping the same life? You were supposed to start anew and Natasha was the one who wasn't ready, who wasn't hurt enough. You remembered her face, when you opened your eyes after anesthesia. It was a mask of pain, but now once again it was full of other emotions. 

You decided to spend your night at the hotel and your evening at the bar. It was easy, it was predictable. It didn't take long for a blond to join your table. She wasn't from this town, she forgot to take off the conference badge. 

"Business or leisure?" she chirped with a weightless voice.

 "None of the above."

 "Well, I'm sure I could provide a little bit of both." She tried to wink, but it wasn't her first drink. 

One could say, she was beautiful, you could say that she wasn't your wife. Her life was simple, she put the story for you on a plate. You chew on her directness. Her suit wasn't appropriate for the weather. Too warm, too dark.

She was searching for a one night stand somewhere where she could be another person. Just for a night. A loved one just for a moment. You were humming your short responses, more concentrated on your next sip. "

Would you like to join me?"

You didn't hide your hand from hers. Your fingers touched. She wasn't warm like Natasha, but she wasn't a reminder of your pain. 

"That's not a good idea."

She shyly smiled, her eyes undressing you. 

"Whatever it is, honey, we'll forget it for the night."

The proposal was tailored to fit you perfectly. Nat's voice that was part of your conscience was fading away.

 "Will you help me?" 

She nodded, her head being delightfully empty. Her body being in charge. 

"I'm married." You whispered to yourself. 

"I know." She pointed at your finger. "and I'm not going to steal you from her. Relax."

She took your hand, you followed her. In the elevator, she was posing in front of the mirror. Surely she wanted an adventure. This line was supposed to bring you peace after crossing. She tried so hard. Natasha was never like this. Was this how it was supposed to be from now on? All women being compared to an ideal. They would always lose. You still loved her.

 "I'm not a good enough adventurer." 

___

When you returned home, Natasha was at work. Wicked box still in the room. Others were still in the garage. You noticed one of them wasn't empty anymore. Empty photo albums, film and a vintage Leica.

You turned a few pages. Your wife's handwriting everywhere. 

"First cry, first word, first holiday, first bite..." You started sobbing. This was the book of life, Natasha wanted to give your daughter. From her first day, to your last. On the last page of the first album there were a few sentences, ink smudged from crying. 

"I was asking for her forgiveness." Nat's vulnerability suddenly pierced the air. 

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"I know." 

You carefully put the box back. She wasn't judging you. She was there with you, for you. 

"I didn't know..." 

"I was ready to give her everything and capture every moment of her life." her jaw clenched. "You're right. We don't feel the same way. But it doesn't mean that a part of me didn't die that day."

_____

Yelena called you at 3 am. You were driving as fast as you could. 

"What happened?" your coat was over your robe. 

"Grenade." 

Your sister in law gave you a rib crushing hug. She knew how worried you were, even though you didn't show it.

Yelena didn't leave out a single detail. Especially about her sister's recklessness. 

You heard Nat's moans in the corridor. And when you entered she wasn't quick enough to hide the bruises and wounds under her clothes. Doctor left with a reassuring smile. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"Your sister called me." You checked the painkillers your wife was given. Strong ones. "You need to change your approach."

"Nothing to change. A standard operation." 

"Not what she said to me." You crossed your arms on your chest. You forgot what it was like to care. "You decided to fight alone against the whole group. And it's not the first time."

"I'll talk to her." Nat put her gun back in the holster. She had to be fearless. If not that, how could she be suitable for you. 

 "Wait." You sighed. "Your bandage."

Natasha shivered from your touch. The one on her wrist wasn't tight enough. You used to know this body so well and now it was foreign for you. It didn't take long for you to fix the fabric, Nat sitting across the medical table. 

"I'm sorry you're at the hospital." She tried to control her shaking. You looked at her. The magic of a forgotten touch returned for a few moments. Maybe for a second you even forgot your tragedy.

 "It's fine." You almost smiled. Natasha was safe. It didn't matter that you were blinded by sterile light. The same as it was months ago. 

"Why are you here?" 

"We've worked together. Remember? I'm still your senior officer." You traced your shoulder, where the stripe was supposed to be. "I've known about the change in the attitude, in the preparation. But today was different. You could die, if it wasn't for your teammate. You can't continue like this. You're not invincible."

"I've got nothing to lose." Nat hesitantly caught your wrist. She was gentle. "If I'm not fearless, what's the point?"

You stood up, you earned a hiss of disappointment.

"Your sacrifice won't bring her back. And our family has already lost enough."

____

You slept in an empty bed only when Natasha was at work. Not a single night, when your wife chose to, only when she had to. You wanted to help her with her nightmares, she wanted to give you comfort. Even after the tragedy you were falling asleep together. 

But tonight you were woken up by a familiar cry of horror. You almost fell from your side. Nat was heavily breathing and sweating.

"It's OK, it's OK." You instinctively pulled her tensed body closer. Nat's forehead on your shoulder reminded you of the first intimate nights together. With shared secrets, passionate kisses and filthy moans. So much time passed. 

"Hey, remember our reality check?" You cupped her face with your burning palms. "Name?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

 "Location?" 

"H-home?" Her voice was breaking. 

"Home." You echoed. "And why is it always safe here?"

 "My family..." Nat blinked away the tears. "... Was..." 

"Is here, ballerina. Your family is always with you."

______

In a few weeks Nat was holding your hand while walking. You needed it. You were supporting each other. You stopped near the door of your gynecologist. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you to the doctor?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not..." You inhaled sharply. "I'm not ready yet..."

The door opened. "Mrs Romanoff, we are waiting for you." The nurse was too cheerful for your taste, but you had to go through with this appointment. 

"Everything's going to be OK. I'm always holding your hand." Nat kissed your palm. 

___

You were surprised by a phone call. Nat wanted to spend a few weeks in a cabin. You agreed immediately.

Lately you were stifled by the emptiness of your apartment. When you got there, the sun was giving the last bright kiss to the forest.

Nat's eyes being the emeralds they were always meant to be. 

She kissed your neck, while you were cooking. You caught her by the waist and bit her lip. It didn't take long for both of you to forget about the dinner.

You followed Nat's clumsy lead. You forgot how shy she was. But you still remembered what she needed the most. What she deserved to have all this time. To be loved and adored. That night you were apologizing again and again, giving her the strongest sensations one after another.

Your wife was whispering your name with ardor you thought wasn't possible. You were rediscovering each other. Your every day there was carefree. Almost. Sometimes your pillow was wet from your tears. And Nat was spending her time alone far from you.

But you were getting there. Gradually, painfully your scar was disappearing from your body.

When it was time to leave you gave Nat something she thought was long forgotten. Her camera.

"I want this to be the beginning of our new life." You kissed her ring. "I know, I'm going to need so much more time to accept everything. But if you're still willing to... "

Nat didn't answer. Her first photo was her wife smiling for the first time in 12 months. 

When you returned home, you asked for the boxes. You were ready to hide the cradle.

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Thirst

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These sentences are intentionally ambiguous.

Might be darkish, might be fluffish. Might be grayish with a 50% chance of redemption.

Read it your way.

Thirst.

Unquenchable one.

Devouring one.

Blinding one.

All her life Natasha never even knew she had this burden.

She thought it was normal. She thought everyone had that side. Demanding. In every face she was searching for the signs that she could stay with that person for longer than a few months. That was never enough for her thirst.

Her colleagues thought she was a force of nature, her girlfriends thought she was passionate, her ex-girlfriends thought she was dominating. Her words always finding the right poison to endear, her fingers always knowing the weak spots, her mouth always whispering the desire. And once the person was hers, she cared only about her thirst. 

You were one of many.

You were captured immediately. You fell for perfection and that was easy. Opening up was easy. Natasha was purring compliments in your ear. Her eyes carefully studying reactions and sounds. She was feasting on your loyalty. 

Your dates were always her ideas, your nights were always her desires. You didn't notice, Natasha became your life. You became her spring. Your happiness was the one that distracted her from dark thoughts. Ones that needed to be purified, maybe even destroyed. 

You were giggling in Natasha's neck, when she was reciting all the lines from "Taxi driver." Your laugh was fighting with her memories of all those times, when she watched that movie alone. 

You didn't know, but you were feeding her desire to be seen and heard. You were always worried, when she was fighting. You were always praising her victories. It helped her forget how she got here. Why didn't her body hurt anymore? 

Natasha wanted more and more. Demanded. She had every right to. Romanoff was in love. 

___

Your life together was the perfect reflection of her dreams. Visions, where she wasn't broken, weren't lost.

"I don't understand how you can eat so much caviar." your voice was still not warm enough so early in the morning. 

"Well..." Natasha moaned from only a sight of a spoon full of red. "It's amazingly tasty." 

"I know, but so much."  Your feigned concern was caught in green eyes.

Natasha allowing you to make fun of her habits was new, unknown. But her thirst was engulfed with a new sensation. Her lips formed a shy smile. You were still learning to love it deeply. Your phone vibrated on the table. Green eyes caught a name on the screen. 

"What does she want?" her accent got thicker. 

"Didn't I tell you? She wants to meet." You tone was nonchalant. Your fork hit the table. 

"Нет." Her voice was lower and full of metal. She knew too well which part she was denying. 

"Maybe I forgot."

"Apparently."

You tilted your head, you gave her an "I'm sorry" look. Without a sound you came up to her and kissed her cheek. 

"If you don't want to, I won't go."

Nat shook her head. You caught a scent of her red crown. 

"Whatever. I'll call you."

Her bike was roaring, but it wasn't loud enough to silence her thirst. She could easily be without you for a few hours. Natasha was sure she could. A few hundred minutes not to be lost in the destructive loop. 

When she returned you were already home. Your cherry lipstick was the sign of your evening. Natasha thought, you squinted. Did you already not remember her features? 

"Did you have fun?" She took off her rings. They echoed the question. 

You nodded. 

"Did you laugh?"

 "Nat..." 

She grimaced. She never liked your friends. She loved you. She had the right. 

___

Your nights were the one she was taught to have. Her body needed you. And in time she molded you to fit her thirst. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

"Nothing." You were playing with her hair. 

Netflix was lazily showing the latest show. Air between you was crackling with comfort. You cooked for her, she chose to share her warmth with you. 

"Mhm." 

Her fingers knew you well. Her nails digging into the skin of your shoulder. Natasha wanted attention. She demanded it.

She didn't wait for you to get rid of your clothes. Natasha tore it apart.

You gasped. She was like that lately, she stopped pretending. Hovering over you, restricting your movements. You didn't care. You were sure she was entitled to it, she was in love. 

You obediently succumbed to her every command, you didn't want to fight, you didn't know you could ask something else from her.

Natasha was always like that. Pushing your legs apart, leaving bruises on your hips. Feeling of comfort was softly and slowly being sucked out of the room, her weight crushing your lungs. 

There was not much time for you to process her intentions, she already was in you. 

"Will you give me what I want?" she hissed. 

You nodded with your brain gradually shutting down. The next day Natasha was always different, barely yours.

 ___

She always knew your house was built from glass . Cracks were impossible to hide. They were the same ones as the threads of fear in her confidence. Evidence of her burden, traces of her past.

You were the one to fix her. You were the one to give her everything she needed. You were supposed to be her planet, but you were nothing more than a satellite. With your hands tied by her thirst. You had to love her, you had to save her.

And for that you sacrificed everything. 

Your life was hers, your choices were hers, your voice was hers. 

"You won't go with him." Natasha was following you. You were not supposed to leave the house tonight. 

"Why?" you were irritated. For the first time in two years. Your blood was different tonight, you woke up already boiling with anger.

Shackles appeared out of nowhere. 

"I don't trust him." 

"But you know him." you suddenly stopped. Shivers tearing your skin apart. "You know his family. You know his wife. We've been working together for 5 years. And I've told you about this event weeks ago. I need to be there."

"I don't care." Nat used the pause and appeared in front of you. "You'll stay at home. I need you to stay at home. With me. You belong here."

"What did you say?" 

Nat's hair was blinding you. Confidence in your obedience burned you. You blinked a few times. This time your brain didn't shut down. 

"I didn't mean that. I care for you..."

Her hands tried to reach you, but you stepped back. Nat clenched her fists. You looked around. You didn't recognize anything. It was made from sand. Grains were impossible to ignore. They were the same ones as the dirt of the quicksand that was inside your ribs. 

"You do?" 

"Of course. We belong together."

Nat tried again. Her embrace was never cold. She was suffocating you with something you knew too well. She had to. She loved you.

Strategically placed kisses were calming you down, whispers soothing you.

"I overreacted." She admitted. "You did nothing wrong. You always give me what I want."

You twitched, Natasha pulled you closer.

She had the right. You were the one to satisfy her thirst.

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Every other weekend

Masterlist

unedited

catch a reference to "dangerous liaisons". They will be in each story

Every other Friday it was always the same ritual. The one that was a painful reminder, but the one that was the most anticipated.

It was always about the toys, the clothes in backpacks, snacks in the pockets. 

"Is everything OK?" Wanda winked at the rear view mirror. "Let's go see mom."

Twins were excited, their voices louder than the radio. 

Same time at the same spot. You were always wearing the same jacket and Wanda never understood why. Corner of the same old parking lot was glowing with the warmth you were ready to give to your kids. 

Half the hugs and kisses were always sad, always doomed not to have a continuation. 

You traded a couple of looks and words and the kids you both loved so much. 

And it was happening every other weekend. 

There were very few exceptions. Mostly your work was the reason for that. You were picking up the embodiment of your love in both your arms. 

___

Kids were always choosing the movies. All three of you could still fit the tiny sofa in your rented apartment. 

It was the only time during the week you were laughing, smiling. All the usual domesticity and more. 

You were rarely cooking, but for the boys you were trying. But you couldn't even make the simplest grilled cheese and cut the crust off. 

"It's not the way mommy makes it, mom." 

This phrase was breaking your heart every time. You were missing everything you had with her. 

You were always allowing them everything. 

"They're spoiled because of you."

But somewhere deep inside you were enjoying Wanda's pretense of anger. It was your game and you were grateful she allowed you to be softer. 

She missed you so much. Aching, longing. Those minutes she saw were her blessing. But she just couldn't tell you she still loved you. Too many questions. And what was worse was too many answers. 

You didn't tell Wanda, you still needed her. You were sure, she was over you. The minute you left the house or maybe even before that. This was the closest you could even be with her again. 

And every other weekend you were losing each other again. 

___

Saturdays were cursed for Wanda. Everything was slow and quiet. Everything was lifeless. She was turning on the TV with the sitcoms you used to watch together. She always knew but never felt the reason both of you ever let this happen. 

She had so much of the lifeless time these days. So much not to do and not to focus on. 

You were sending her funny pictures of the boys. Even if you had the fight prior. 

Every other weekend Wanda was falling asleep with the phone in her hands. 

___

You hated your car. Because it was the last place you were seeing your boys with you. They were so happy to see their mommy. It was almost comical and so adorable. 

They were hugging Wanda, whispering about their adventures in the same old parking lot. 

You barely talked, you never touched. Your goodbye was leaving with your sons. She was driving away with your heart. The one you didn't have for the next five days. You had to convince yourself that this was the right decision. 

You had to do it every other weekend. 

___

You were a family for 15 minutes and that was it. But even that illusion soon disappeared. 

"I'm seeing someone." Wanda was nervous, barely looking at you. "I want the boys to meet him."

"Oh." You tried not to sound judgemental. But of course you were. 

"He's a good man. Honest. And he'd like to meet them."

You were shamelessly staring at her, studying. You had to be ready for that. One day one of you would have to move on. This was how the world worked. 

"Sure. I trust your choice." 

"I'd like you to meet him..." 

"I want to. But I have an assignment. I don't know how long I'll be away."

You didn't wait for the answer. 

Wanda wished you good luck, but you were already too far. 

___

You had to leave in a few days. 

"Please be careful." Wanda's voice was so far and you could hear every vibration over the phone. 

"Tell the boys I miss them. I know I just did, but..." 

You had to ignore the concern, you had to be the strong one. 

"Of course, don't worry. Just come back as soon as you can."

She hung up the phone, you were interrupted mid thought. 

___

You missed a few of your weekends. Fighting, surviving, ignoring the wounds. 

What was supposed to be just a few days turned into weekends that you lost forever. You were so grateful that Wanda was sending you the pictures of the boys every single day. 

___

"I'm not sure it's a good idea. My apartment is completely destroyed and I'm sleeping in the tower."

"How did they know?" 

"It was a deliberate choice. Needed a place to trap them."

Silence on the other end. It was a pause of uncertainty. 

"Look, both Tommy and Billy are dying to see you. You could... I don't know..." 

You rolled your eyes. It was a dangerous path. Both of you knew it. 

"That's not a good idea."

"Just one dinner. Tommy and Billy would love that." 

You silently hit the glass of the phone booth. That house was full of memories. And you were not immune to them.

___

You were waiting for Wanda to open the door. You brought new toys, books, and some silly things boys requested a long time ago. Tommy wanted ukulele, Billy chose a figurine. 

"Remember not to overwhelm your mother. Last weeks were not easy for her, ok?" 

You mentally thanked your wife. scratch that, your ex wife.

But the warning didn't work. As soon as the door opened you were hit by the super speed and mist of magic.

"Finally you're here..." your sons immediately started rambling about everything you missed. 

Wanda chose the dress you bought for her. You noticed, you hid your smile in a cough. 

"Dinner first, torturing your mother afterwards." Wanda for the first time in months touched your hand. "You OK?" 

You didn't expect that, you almost stepped away. It was a forgotten feeling. Ghost of your marriage. 

"Sure." 

Wanda always was a better cook. You always suspected that magic was involved. But it was never mentioned. 

"As usual, everything is perfect." You were devouring one dish after another. Awful table manners the kids got from you. 

Coziness suited Wanda and both of you were transported to different times, simpler ones. 

Your mutual photos were still at the forefront of her home. 

As you were helping the boys with every difficult level, you didn't notice how the three of you were gradually sliding down the couch. In an hour or so you were fighting over the controller on the floor. 

You and Wanda both felt it. Painfully obvious recreation of your dinner nights. They were so different from what you had every other weekend. 

You knew what the tilt of her head meant. 

"Oh, boys. It's time to go to sleep." You truly didn't want this evening to end. Boys could see that. 

"But, mom..." Billy pouted. 

"I'm sorry." You mouthed. But with serious expression added. "You know the rules."

It didn't take long for them to fall asleep. Competing with the super soldier for the console was a very demanding task. 

You didn't know, but Wanda was closely watching you through the ajar door.

Your bedtime story was one of adventure and bravery. You kissed them goodnight. You were ready to take your jacket and leave but familiar intonation caught you. 

"Stay." 

"That's not a good idea."

"We could spend the whole day together. Just us. Don't you think our kids deserve that?" 

That was not a fair game. And Wanda knew that. Standing so close in the dress you bought her she knew everything. But you had to stay, it was for the boys. You felt guilt inevitably reminding you that you were not a good enough mother. You nodded. 

"So, how are you doing?" you poured yourself another glass of wine. 

Wanda was also a good storyteller. You reminded yourself to voice occasional "mhm" and "really?", but your noble patience didn't last long. 

"... And now Falcon has a new mantle...."

"And how's Vision?" 

"He's ah..." Wanda could feel your prying eyes. But she had to answer. She started this. "He's good. We're good."

"Are you happy?" 

"Sure." 

Suddenly the couch you both were sitting on turned into the quicksend. Inevitably stuck in the raw reality of delusion. 

"I'm glad." 

Maybe just for a second there was a spark of shame in your eyes. You had to know that sooner or later your wife would continue living without you. Your ex-wive. 

"I'm not trying to replace our marriage. What I have with Vision is different."

She wanted to say more. Admit, discuss, witness. Wanda missed the past, when she could share every single detail with you. 

"What kind of a man is he? And do the boys like him?" you were torturing yourself with these questions. You wondered how much Wanda would be ready to praise her new affection. You knew he was better than you, you wanted to know in what instances. But with this you were tearing apart the heart strings that were left untouched by your failure. 

"Yes. He's trying so hard. Calm, calculated, reserved. He brings balance to this household."

Anger was flooding all the common sense in your chest, you didn't fully plan your reaction. You simply couldn't. 

"Oh." disappointment was seething, voice raising. "You found the right things to praise, Wanda."

"I didn't..." 

She was close, almost too close. Weirdly, Wanda reminded you so much of your last day in your shared house. 

You ignored the arm that wanted to sooth your memory. Her nail polish was perfect as usual. Black color was Wanda's trademark. 

"Have you forgotten the reason you chose for our divorce?" You stood up and left the comfort of your previous life. 

"We were lacking the spark we used to have."

"Then how is it an advantage now?" 

"I don't love him. And never will."

The simplicity of an answer strangled you with expected earnestly. Flashbacks of the way she signed the paper were still colorful and vibrating. It seemed that they were burned in your mind and soul. 

You were staring at the redhead. You even remembered the black fountain pen she used for signing the divorce papers. She casually took it from your own hand. You still had that pen, you wanted it for your skin. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your time with avengers. Hoping for their approval." You accentuated every word with a tap on the glass. Only know you noticed, how age suited your wife. Ex-wife. 

You expected a retreat. You infused your point with a trembling jaw. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have." 

You didn't expect a confirmation. But what is the point of that revelation now? 

You took the newly filled glass to the guest room. 

___

Walls were a different color than you remembered. And it wasn't the furniture you chose. The mattress was so uncomfortable, it was mocking the whole idea of sleep. 

"You just want everything to be too soft."

Wanda was smiling with a fresh bed linen set. 

"You know, one of the reasons I wasn't in the long term relationship all this time, despite the bewildering range of offers, was the determination never to hear this again." You scoffed. 

"Bewildering, huh?" 

You ignored the question, enjoying the smell of fresh laundry. 

Wanda wanted to ask something. It was in her core. She was missing you. She was following your every move, wondering why you still remained the same. 

"And how about the..." She coughed. "casual encounters?" 

You tilted your head. Wanda bit her lower lip. She didn't know, but the red shadow was already in her eyes. 

"What do you want to know exactly?" 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed. You forgot what it's like to be exposed. Your wife, ex-wife was smiling with her dripping curiosity. Did you think about her the way she thought about you? Did you fantasize? Did you try to remember the details of your intertwined lives?

You could see the questions popping up in her movements. One by one. 

"I do miss you." You chose to say it under your breath. 

It was enough for Wanda. Your words were just a mere command. Permission. Approval. 

Her shadow was near you, on her knees. You felt her hair near your neck. She hid in your chest, leaving shameful kisses on your collar bone. 

It was so familiar. The tingles you thought you forgot. The melting of your core. 

Your hands were lost in the red. You lifted her chin, biting into her lips. She musically moaned and you allowed her to undress you and push you on the bed. 

She didn't waste her time. Any second both of you could change your mind. She was sinking in your need. Wanda spread your legs and you could swear your past became alive again. 

"Still so responsive." She mocked your arching back. Her own clothes flying far from you. 

"I don't remember you liking to talk so much."

You shut her with a kiss. The boys could hear. No more pretentious wasted time. Wanda's thigh was teasing your throbbing clit. Your hand on her neck reminded that you needed your wife, your woman. 

Maybe Wanda created the sparks or you simply imagined them when her fingers started fuckin you. 

Her teeth didn't let go of your lip. She demanded eye contact. The approval, the vows. 

Her other was drawing slowly agonising circles on your clit. It was always like that. Torturously delicious. 

It didn't take much for you to reach the climax. 

It was Wanda's turn. But you chose something different. You wanted to prove that her new boyfriend would never satisfy her like you could. 

"I need a little bit of your magic." You growled into her ear. 

She shivered in response. And suddenly you guided the toy into your wife. Ex wife. 

___

You didn't sleep that night at all. Neither did Wanda. It was the neverending dance of your infatuation and dependence. 

Wanda sneaked in her own bedroom in the morning. Boys didn't have to know. So you pretended that they woke you up. 

Breakfast was awkward and your words were stuck in your throat. You were looking at the love of your life. And Wanda wanted to be in your hands. But whatever it was, it simply vanished. 

You were divorced again. 

__

You were getting ready for another weekend. As usual. Your new apartment, ready to be destroyed by the kids. 

You needed to inhale Wanda again, to have every atom of your body lose itself in her. 

You drove to the usual parking lot. 

But a family friendly car was opened not by the woman who used to be yours. 

"Unfortunately Wanda couldn't bring the kids tonight. She's busy with work." Vision precisely voiced her reasons. 

"I remember these words. You know, from our marriage."

It was exactly that. You with the kids in your perfect house. Alone. 

____

Time with Billy and Teddy was amazing but alas always not enough. As you expected, Vision was the one to pick them up later. 

You were getting angry. After what happened, Wanda chose to ignore you. Her alluring features were out of your reach. 

Your phone buzzed. "Tonight?". You sighed. No, you were not ready for a rendezvous today. 

You wanted to have the most unproductive evening and simply fall asleep while watching a movie with emptied boxes from delivery on the floor.

You got a text from Billy. He missed you. Mindless tapping brought you to your gallery. You smiled at last year's Halloween party. And Christmas. And your birthday. You kept scrolling. And found an old picture of your family still intact. No kids, you both were younger, Wanda was going through her bangs period. Maybe your third anniversary... You rented a jeep and travelled the country. No missions, no Avengers, no responsibilities. 

Her ponytail used to tickle your neck. 

You smiled at the screen. Fire from your chest was moving lower and lower. You moaned at the memory of the night you couldn't find the hotel and you had to sleep in the car. 

You remembered her timid movements. She always tried to prove that you belonged to her. It was adorable and so hot. Her jewelry, her diamond wedding ring. You still felt the closeness and smell of burned oil. 

And now after all these years you still remembered how she made you feel. Desired. No, not that. Loved. 

____

Wanda didn't show up the next planned weekend. She was ignoring you. Of course she did. 

When you were packing Billy's bag, you deliberately forgot one of his video games. 

___

You knocked on the door. Wanda opened. 

"Oh..." Hostile awkwardness no less. "Come in."

"Billy forgot this." You throw the cartridge on the kitchen table. 

"Well, he didn't notice yet. But thanks.".

"I just..." 

"No." She stepped away from you. "Not another word. I don't want to talk about this. I thought my hint was enough."

"You ignored me." you crossed your arms. "Don't you think we should talk?"

"Nothing to talk about. It's a misunderstanding, right? You're here to tell me this."

You noticed her fists. She was enraged. 

"But running is not the option ..." 

You shook your head in disbelief. She was stiff. A warning. Agonizing reaction. 

"You wouldn't believe it." Her laugh was cruel. "A perfect option."

"I didn't make you." You bit her naivety. 

She wanted to object. Her face was poisoned with guilt. 

"No." Those words were from the deepest regret. "It was my choice to cheat on Vision."

It finally hit you. Wanda wasn't ignoring you, she was afraid to make the consequences of her choice real. Hurt would devour everything that was left untouched by your parting. 

You were whispering your regret. Wanda didn't care. 

"... I wanted that fantasy of our family... And I just couldn't resist... I still need you." 

Her weeping was merciless. Her breaking down in front of you was unexpected. Cold was shooting through your veins. 

"Wanda..." 

She was soaked in her own magic. You wanted to help, you reached out to her. 

"The worst thing is that I would do it again. This mistake. Because it's you..."

You couldn't endure the torture in her movements. Ignoring the red light you embraced her. She hid in your chest, like she always did. Her pony tail was tickling your neck. 

"I never said it was a mistake. And I'm not her to mock you. Or teach." 

You kissed the crown of her hair. Too much to mend. But you had to. You caught her tear, you wiped it away. 

"Why are you here?"

You recognised her chest roar. Suppressed fear.

"How about a second chance?"

_____

After months it was still a long way to go. You didn't live together, but you didn't have every other weekend anymore. The blood of your family was once again filling your veins. You were spending all the time with your ex wife. Well, actually with your wife. But you didn't dare to call like that. Not until she forgave herself, not until she healed.

Not until one day she didn't let go of your hand, when you had to part once again.

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

How do you think Yelena would react to being soulmates with Reader in a soulmate au?

A/n: au where your hair is grey until you meet your soulmate.

"Disgusting." Yelena frowned. "can't a woman here simply have breakfast."

Kate and her girlfriend were having one of those lazy make out sessions in the corner of the room.

Chestnut and raven colors were mixing into a wave of colorful proof of soulmate's existence.

"Are you excited?" Wanda caught Belova in the corridor.

"Why would I be?" Younger woman shrugged. "Another pack of curious people. Steve's initiative is cute but absolutely useless for us. And we're wasting too much time on this."

Yelena noticed a new hair pin in Wanda's hair. Green that complemented the red. No doubt it was Natasha's gift.

"Well, I think, teaching ordinary people how to protect themselves is a noble cause."

"Of course you do." Yelena muttered.

She was already tired. And this day wouldn't be any different. She hated being the only gray haired in the compound. It wasn't envy, it was disappointment. All the happiness around her was nothing more than a painful reminder of her loneliness. Years passed since the widows were freed. And when Yelena remained the only one without a pair, she simply stopped seeing the others. There was no point. Unlike her, they were not lonely.

__

She sighed before pushing the door. "Come on, Belova. Everything's fine." She clenched her fists. Just another day.

When Yelena came in, she was greeted by a loud noise of greeting. She raised her hand - silence. She looked around, there were mostly people with colorful hair. Her jaw clenched.

"My name Yelena Belova. I'm a Black Widow, I'm an Avenger. I'll teach you."

___

"You have to be kidding me."

When Yelena returned to the common room Kate was still in the arms of her soulmate.

"Why don't you guys go to your room or in fact return to your apartment?"

"Belova, don't be such an..." Kate turned her head and stopped mid sentence.

"What?" Yelena asked with an exaggerated accent.

"Where have you been?"

"Lecturing, why?"

"Go to your room and look in the mirror. You'll like it." Kate giggled.

"Bishop, if this is a joke..."

"No-no, you should listen to her." Kate's girlfriend smiled.

___

When Yelena returned to her room and looked into the mirror, she gasped. Her bangs had a yellow tint.

"Oh, my god." She whispered. Today for a second she saw her soulmate and didn't even notice that.

"Is this true?" Natasha barged into the room. "My little sister found her soulmate?"

Yelena nodded too stunned to speak.

"Well, congratulations." Wanda smirked. "And you thought teaching was a waste of time."

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Her house was flying...

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When you woke up, she was still here. A rare occasion. Usually by the time the sound of your alarm filled the void of your room, she was already long gone

"Hey, gorgeous." You kissed the red hair that was messily painting your pillow.

Nat yawned and buried herself deeper into your embrace. You were often surprised how strong her grip was even while she was half awake. She didn't allow you to move at all. This morning you belonged to her and this was a new feeling. For both of you.

"Hi." She whispered into your neck and kissed the hickey she left on you yesterday.

You shivered, affection getting right into your heart. Today Romanoff took your soul and she would never let go of it.

Morning sun was caught in her eyelashes. You smiled at her frown. Nat didn't expect to meet those early hours of the day with you.

"How did you sleep?" You were tracing the marks of your nails on her back. As usual it was never enough for her. Her cries of pleasure were still ringing in your ears.

"Good, but nearly not enough."

Soft rustle of fabric reminded you that it was just an ordinary day. Nat needed her coffee. You whined, when she took the sheets with her. Greek goddess not less.

You followed her, brushing the softness of her silk robe that was ignored on the back of the chair.

"I'm getting cold." You pouted.

Nat opened her arms and you didn't waste another second. She was so tender this morning. Your first morning together.

You nuzzled into the crook of her neck. You never knew that she could smell so good.

Somehow you were smaller than her, which only happened when she hugged you. She kissed the top of your head.

"Cappuccino?"

"You know me so well."

Amongst the sounds of cutlery and cups you heard her phone vibrating. She stopped for a second, but eventually managed to fight off a noisy thought. You hoped it was nothing serious. You blinked, Nat's doubt was gone. You hummed an excuse for her. It was work.

She cut the fruits, she offered you your coffee. Woman playing guitar on your cup was smiling as usual.

Nat smiled, you didn't like your coffee too hot. Just the sole fact that she knew such small things about you made her blush. You were important. Her heart was beating a little too fast.

"You need to eat something." You wanted to get up, but Nat was already on your knees.

"Mhm." She moaned into the light kiss. Her tongue once again discovering your obedience. Natasha made you completely hers. "You."

You gasped when her hand almost reached between your thighs, her teeth thinking into your exposed skin.

Air between you was electrifying and you knew this was the only energy that would keep both of you alive. You hoped that sparkles and shooting stars that were now glowing in Nat's spring eyes would become your eternal companions.

Her phone vibrated again, Nat bit you harder in annoyance.

"Shouldn't you..." You timidly looked her in the eyes.

"I'm only with you tonight. Noone else."

Nat's Russian accent appeared out of nowhere. She was serious.

"I don't want anyone to be mad at you."

Nat left you alone. She turned to the window. Of course you were too kind for her, too caring. The sting of guilt. She almost forgot where she belonged. You were too pure for her.

You touched her elbow. She flinched.

''What if..."

"No, no, no" Nat abruptly turned to you and desperately whispering the pleas in her palms. "I want to be with you."

You felt she needed your support, You didn't know what happened, you had no idea why your Nat was breaking in front of you. You couldn't touch the weight and share it with her, but you knew it was breaking her spine.

"You are with me." You placed one of her palms on your heart. "It's beating only for you."

You knew something inside of her changed today, lost it's color. You hoped it wasn't the disappearance of the burning red, but the loss of the rotten black.

"I don't deserve you." Nat sounded defeated, lost in the labyrinth of her hesitations."Not the way I am. Not with what I have."

You kissed her eyes. Salty reminders of her weakness.

"I shouldn't have stayed, I..." She started mumbling. Nat was quick to find her clothes.

"No-no, Nat..." you were following her as if she was the sun. "I'll understand everything, I'll accept."

Suddenly her footsteps froze. One sleeve of the jacket was dangling behind her back. She was pale. She couldn't open the front door.

"Everything?" She echoed.

You nodded, Nat laughed. At least she thought she did. But it was nothing more than a howl. The light that was so foreign to this moment was no making fun of both of you. Tiny shadows of her tears were still on her cheeks.

"And if I'm an awful person." She rasped.

"You are not." For the first time you caught her gaze. You knew where she was looking. You knew what she saw. The wound that was almost bleeding instead of your heart.. it was enough for her only to twist the knife.

"You don't know me," With every word it was becoming colder and colder. You veins were turning into ice, Nat's blood was turning into venom. "Don't know what I leave outside your door."

You were standing in front of her. You were defenseless. What did you know about Nat? 6 months and what? Only now you earned a privilege to meet sunrise with her. You always knew that a shadow was looming near her. You were sure it was her past, you didn't care.

She grimaced at your innocence. You had no idea what was she doing. That you were only a distraction at first but she learned to love you. To forget her real life. The one she was leaving at your door.

"I have to go." She silenced a sob with a fist.

You knew it was past, you hoped it was her past.

___

5 days were empty. 5 days were forever gone. You cried yourself to sleep, you heard every bone in your body melting. Your Natasha was gone. Her phantasm remained. And you were sure, that it was her ghost on the sixth day.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like this." She was different. Made from marble. Another jacket, but same perfume. She bought the one you had.

You were staring at her. She didn't budge. Her fingers slightly trembling.

"I'm fine." You lied to her face.

"We shouldn't see each other again. I..." She shrugged. "I have other priorities."

"I figured." What was the point of arguing. You were numb.

"I don't want you to think that you were not enough." She confessed. "I'm the one who's damaged."

You smiled weakly, your knees were ready to hit the ground. Luckily the couch was near.

"I will never forget you. You were the one who cured me."

___

If only you knew, that Nat was damaged for such a long time. It became difficult for her to breathe. Her every decision was an imitation, Was it a disease of vanity? Was it the fear of heights? She was always alone. And you were always so far away. With you she could breath, and yet there was something that even pencil couldn't catch. Her house was flying and she prayed for the wind not to blow it too far. Nobody knew that her house was filled with screaming children and crying dog.

___

"And what are going to do. Natasha?!" Bruce was terrifying. "Leave us and go to her?"

"You don't care about me." She roared. "I'm talking to you and you're only nodding. Do you even... I'm suffocating here!"

"It's your family, Natasha. Your obligation." He pointed at his ring. "you belong to me. Not to that flirt."

"Shut up, Banner. Or I swear to God even Hulk won't help you."

"Go and tell your kids you're leaving them." He hit the table with his fist. "Go and leave another family of yours."

Nat's jaw clenched. But she was too weak. If only she could see you once again, if only you could give her the courage.

another Nat fic

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You loved your fountain pen. There was something mystical, magical even in the way ink was applied to paper. It was always fascinating.

Wanda was the one to give you your first pen. Expensive, excessive, grand. She always used to call you "my special writer." She loved your stories, she loved your imagination. So what if it was only your hobby.

You were staring at the pen and the teary veil was bringing further and further from reality.

"Dear Wanda..."

Was it an acceptable way to start a parting speech? Was it good enough? You sighed, was it even important anymore.

"I know you hate clishes, W. But this is all that's left for us..."

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Wholesome Headcanons for Kate Bishop being protective after she saves R! from being kidnapped by tracksuit mafia?

Protection

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Kate was sure you were protected. She did everything she could to keep you away from her Hawkeye life.

She made sure you were not seen with her when she was wearing her costume. Your shared home being far away from the crowded areas.

She always could track you. She swore she never would try to find you, unless it was a life threatening emergency. You trusted her.

She also taught you how to fight, protect yourself, use the surroundings to your advantage, shoot, run away. Kate was so proud of your achievements.

But none of this helped, when you were taken away by a tracksuit mafia. Kate was like a wounded animal. She was losing her mind.

Her only option was to track you. The transmitter was in one of your earrings. Yelena offered her help, but Kate only shook her head.

"I have to do this alone. She's my girl."

You saw how she barged into the warehouse. You couldn't cry, because of the gag. But Kate noticed you immediately.

After dealing with five or six thugs, she ran to you.

"I'm here, you're safe." She was whispering with a tearful smile.

Gag and handcuffs were removed. You nodded. Kate needed to finish the job.

You never saw her so feral, so unstoppable. She didn't kill anyone, but she was brutal. Those thugs would spend weeks in the hospital.

"I've got you." Kate's voice was shaking.

She drove to the Avenger's tower for a medical check up.

Kate didn't let go of your hand. Sometimes her nails digging in too deep. But you didn't care. You were safe.

"No injuries." earned a sigh of relief from Kate. She could hug you with all the strength she had.

At home she took off your shoes, clothes. Guided you to the bathroom. Kate was washing the day off your tired body.

"I'm so sorry." She admitted quietly.

You turned to her, kissed her eyes. Hot water burning both of you.

"I knew you would save me. My girl is not to be messed around with."

Kate smiled. You didn't blame her.

That night both of you didn't sleep. Kate was proving again and again that you were the only one who mattered to her.

She stayed at home with you for two weeks. Every second she truly was with you. No gadgets, no distractions, no assignments. You were always woken up by a kiss and you were always falling asleep in her arms. Endless cuddles and movie nights. You were training together, she was massaging you afterwards.

Kate wanted more time with you. But you forbade her, you knew she was missing her job.

She agreed, but made sure that at least one of the Avengers was available to check up on you from time to time when she wasn't around.

And she made sure that her absence didn't mean she ever stopped thinking about you.

She always found a way to contact you. As often as she could. If she could only send you one word it was always "Mine."

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Swallows and crows

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Her wedding dress was not yet ready. Not yet sewn, her bridal veil living only in her dreams.

"Natasha..."

You touched her wrist. She flinched. Her red hair following the shock, falling from her shoulders. Nat didn't want to look at you, she avoided your intimacy. She blinked her doubts away.

"Yes?" She sounded trapped. You didn't even know it was possible.

"Nothing." You didn't dare to cross the line.

She sighed, you kissed the back of her neck. You knew her so well. Your Natasha. Tingles were running down her spine. She wanted them never to leave. Nat never knew that she could physically feel your love.

___

"Have you thought about the music?" You were on top of your future wife, playing with the strap of her tank top.

"I trust your taste." Nat replied blankly.

You'd rather hear nothing at all than this. You begged her not to notice, how your tears sank into the white fabric of her only clothes.

"I want the whole world to sing in your honor." Your whisper broke her heart.

She wanted everyone to know that you belonged to each other. She wrapped her arms around you. Protection was crushing you. The golden fur of her love was almost pure.

___

Time was ruthless. It was in a hurry to wed you. Natasha was asking crystal bells to greet you soon. She hoped that two true friends she knew so well - Love and Separation would avoid you. They never travel one without the other. So many years, so many people. They never stayed in her life.

"It's OK." You were often whispering to her, while she was asleep. "I won't leave you."

Next day she was often waking up with a persistent feeling that her heart was gradually healing,

Nat always saw her path ending in solitude and silence. No one grieving her, no one remembering. But with you it suddenly changed. She didn't see the end, something was shining in front of her.

Nat, caught in her own thoughts, was waiting for your help to build it.

___

"Why are you like this?" You kissed her cheek.

"Like what?" She almost jumped on her seat.

"Perfect." You shyly hid yourself in the crook of her neck. "One day I'll call you my wife,"

"Let us have at least a few more dates."

She kissed your forehead, you bit her skin. Playful exchange was so fresh for Natasha. Third date ending in her embrace with your clothes on the floor was fresh for you.

You made the deadliest woman on earth cry your name and beg for more. Connection that you felt that day was unique.

___

"I'm sorry," She clumsily spilled the wine on your dress.

"Doesn't matter" You took away the bottle from her shivering hands. "It's only clothes".

"Still, I could do at least this with no problems."

You smiled, when you came in, you caught Nat crying at the oven. Her lasagna was burnt.

"No problems, Nat." You took a bite of your sushi.

You didn't even like it. But Nat loved it.

Nat knew, that you were listening to her. Holy science she never knew was possible to conquer. But what if once you loved her, you'd want to leave her? Two wanderers of the eternal - Love and Separation. They were always sharing with Nat.

"We have all the winds of time to make everything perfect." You pulled her closer.

Something was losing it's shine in the distance.

___

When you met Nat, she didn't search for love.  The longer she lived, the shorter the years the sweeter the voices of her fellow Avengers. Bells were silent for a long time.She would often look at you furtively.

Her eyes would be lost in yours, search for the answer. She didn't allow herself to stay at one place. The coast, then the sea, then the sun, then a blizzard. Two eternal roads - Love and Separation. Always either swallows or crows. Nat looked for the shelter.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Redhead suddenly asked in the middle of the training,

"Yes." You grinned. You were in love with Nat already.

___

Her wedding dress was not yet ready. Not yet sewn, her bridal veil living only in her dreams.

"Natasha..." You turned around at the door.

She sighed. She always knew that Love would come with Separation.

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How do you think Yelena would react to R being blind (like Daredevil) and she is always able to detect where Yelena or shoot as though she can see?

Oh, great question, my friend.

1. Doubt

"Are you sure?" Yelena was staring at her sister in disbelief.

"Yes." Nat nodded. "I've never encountered a fighting style like hers. She as if feels her opponent. It's not all about the sight."

"I don't believe it. She must be enhanced. Implant, magic, serum..." Blonde was casually reciting the ways to create a perfect soldier.

"None of this was detected." Bruce shook his head.

"I'm sure there's some kind of trick." Something was wrong. Noone could defeat Yelena in a hand to hand combat. Blind or not, an ordinary human just simply couldn't.

2. Familiarity

"How are you doing this?"

Yelena caught you peacefully eating cereal in the common room.

"Do what?" You knew it was her, you heard her walk. Confident and yet careful. Always ready to run and fight.

"Your senses." Yelena sat close to you. She was studying you these weeks. And she was finally ready to be closer. "How do they work? How did you defeat me?"

"Yelena..."

"No, no, I'm genuinely curious." Her eyes were locked on your dark glasses. "How did you adapt?"

You turned to her. Took her hand in yours.

"May I?"

"Yes."

You placed her hand on your heart.

"Close your eyes." You noticed how Yelena waa getting nervous. But she obeyed. "it's all about developing your senses. You don't have to see. You have to feel the vibration, hear the changes in the air. You don't have to see my heart, there are other ways you can know about it's existence."

Yelena was silent. There was nothing in the room, except for your heartbeat. Steady, slow. You felt her fingers digging deeper into your skin. She felt so much more, than she was willing to admit.

3. Learning

"You let her teach you?" Kate almost spat out her morning coffee.

"Yes." Yelena shrugged. "She has interesting ideas. She helps me to think outside the box."

"Outside the box." Bishop whispered in awe. "Who are you and where is Yelena Belova?"

"Заткнись." Blonde muttered.

4. Rematch

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." Yelena made a step forward and closed her eyes.

You put a blindfold on her, half expecting to be smacked away. But you only felt her thumbs brushing the pulse point on your wrist.

"Okay, well..." You knew your heart was racing, you just hoped Yelena wasn't a good enough student to notice it.

"I'm ready." She said under her breath.

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Can you please do a Kate Bishop X Reader where she comforts reader after they get dumped on Valentines Day by their Ex?

Valentine's day

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You didn't deserve it, it wasn't your fault. You knew it. It was a good thought, it was stuck in your head. But your heart was aching with resentment and despair. Her words were still ringing in your ears "I met a better girl." And only a few days ago she promised to love you forever. You were trembling. You were an idiot. You didn't see the red flags. And you were stupid enough to plan this day and hope everything was still good.

"Hey, Y/n! Didn't expect you to see here." Kate was out of breath. She returned from her usual night run. "Shouldn't you be on a date?"

"No." You were biting your lower lip. You didn't want Kate to see you like this. Pathetic.

"But you were waiting and your planning..." She let out a chuckle. "...was a lot."

"Apparently." You hugged yourself and turned away from her. "Foolish, huh?"

"What? Of course not..." Kate shook her head fervently. "Wanting to create a special moment with someone you love is not foolish,"

You were shaking. You couldn't control it. Kate heard muffled sobbing. You felt the warmth of her hand on the small of your back.

"I'm sorry." Your apology was drowning in her affirmations.

"It's OK." Her breath was tickling your neck. You were intense. "I'm so sorry, I didn't catch the..."

"Am I that bad?" You whispered, pulling her hands on your belly. You needed her support.

"She's not worthy of you." Kate let her head rest on your shoulder. "She never was."

You sobbed. Bishop was too soft, too protective. You were overwhelmed by her kindness.

"I'm not sure about that. I'm the problem, I'm..."

Kate carefully turned you to her and shushed your insecurity, Her thumbs were brushing your tears away.

"I've never met anyone like you." Brunette kissed your cheek. "Your soul is too kind to be real. Your love is too pure to exist. Your devotion is too strong to neglect. If only..."

"What?" You were mesmerised by her aura. "If only what..."

Kate blushed and bit her tongue. Oh, she was flustered.

"I would never treat you that way. Never leave you, never make you wait, never choose someone else." She said simply. "Well, if we were together."

"That if." You sighed. You were dissapointed. Why on earth Kate's embrace was the only one that was always important for you?

"Yeah. That if." She whispered too close to your lips.

"And what if there were no ifs?"

"Then I'd make sure, that you are loved." Her hand moved to the back of your neck. She was fighting with the desire to pull into a kiss. Her sagacity won.

"Give me the time to heal." You begged her.

"I'll be with you on the every step of the way."

That evening Kate never left. She stayed in your life forever.

Another Kate fic

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You're my favourite writer here ❤ And about requests for Marriage Story, I have one but I guess it's from before the actual story. So if you'd rather focus on "the present" then that's totally cool! I was wandering, can R and Nat sort of pinpoint when did their relationship started to go in the wrong direction ?

Marriage story AU - counselling

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A/n: For each of them it was a different moment. And before the mediator, they tried marriage counselling and one of the questions was to talk about that exact moment. At that time both of them still wanted to save their marriage, so they listened to each other. At least tried to.

And thank you for your kind words

"You ready?" Nat squeezed your hand. Her reassuring smile was warming you.

"I guess..." You were uncertain. Maybe it was a burden of sleepless nights or a weight of responsibility. You were the first one to talk today.

"Everything's going to be alright."

Nat opened the door for you. You mouthed a "thank you". After all these years she still cared about the simple things. You were nervous and the smiling psych in front of you didn't help. Nat was sitting near you on the couch.

"So, ladies. Who wants to start?"

"We've decided. that Y/n will be the first one." Nat's hand was resting on your hip.

"Is that so?" Doctor looked at you.

"Yeah, I'll start." You cleared your throat. Nat squeezed your thigh."So, uhm..."

"It's okay, babe." your wife whispered. "We can handle it."

You nodded and gathered all the confidence you had in your chest.

"Well, I thought a lot about it. It was hard at first, You know, to find a moment when it cracked. Or, when I felt something was wrong." Your throat was dry suddenly. "But, I... the more I thought about it.... I think the thought was at the back of my head for some time. I was simply putting it aside, but it didn't help. I..."

You felt the anxiety appearing, wave after wave.

"Hey..." Nat hugged you and you hid in the crook of her neck. "We can stop. You don't have to do that. I'm with you no matter what."

You shook your head.

"I can do this. I have to." You whispered in her softness."Can I have a glass of water please?"

"Of course." Doctor hastened to give you a much needed relief. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You drank it in one gulp. "So, eehm, it wasn't sudden. One day we were having a sparring session. And Nat is my usual partner. Everything was fine, but she just couldn't stop. She was pushing and pushing and pushing. She wanted me to execute the maneuver perfectly. I asked her to stop, but..."

Nat removed her hand. Of course she remembered. She thought it was nothing special. Your usual training, her usual demands.

"Babe, I didn't..." Doctor shushed her.

"And when Wanda came into the gym, Nat snapped at her. Something along the lines "my wife belongs to me."" You let out a quiet sob. "I always need to be perfect."

Your wife sighed. This time her fists on her own knees. You suddenly turned to her.

"But when I need you, you're usually with the boys, ignoring my calls." You grimaced. "Or with Hill. Laughing at her jokes."

That day Nat was asking for forgiveness. Her every word soothing your wound.

____

In a few weeks it was Nat's turn to speak. Same doctor, same room, same couch. It was your turn to accept the truth.

"Water?" Psych remembered your reaction and offered it to Nat.

"No." Her voice was cold, she was holding her hand. You felt the metal of the wedding ring bite your skin. "It won't really be much."

You were drawing the patterns on the small of her back. You were her support.

"Ты большая молодец." You whispered in your broken Russian. Nat chuckled. Even now you were so cute.

"I can't really say much." Your wife started. "But sometimes I feel. I don't know impermanence in our lives. One day my wife is happy and the other... I can catch her staring mindlessly into the void of the night.... And once you were crying. And I don't know the reason for it. You keep pushing me away. What if... "

Nat turned to you. You were broken by the hurt in your eyes. She was afraid. And you didn't even notice.

She didn't dare to speak further, her nails digging into your palm. You were her life and out of the blue she could lose you.

"What if what..." you whispered.

"What if one day you decide that you're not happy anymore. That I'm not the one for you. That you shouldn't have chosen me."

tears were filling her soul. You knew it. The crack between you was so much bigger than you thought and it was filled with pain and uncertainty.

"Never..."

She grabbed your hand, she kissed you roughly.

"I need to feel you every single moment of my life. You are my heart and soul. Tell me, you didn't change yourself for me."

Nat didn't expect it from herself. Usually stoic, she was now crying for help.

"Mrs Romanoff..." Doctor tried to capture her attention. But she was devouring only you.

"Tell me there are no regrets." She begged.

"We will make it work." You promised her.

Ch. 1 - NY

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What about Yelena when she’s jealous? On one hand I think she would be quiet and shy about it but on the other hand I think she would get mad and snap at the person who was flirting with/looking at r. I just want your opinion because you know and write her character so well.

Wild and harsh

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A/n: jealous Yelena = broken Yelena

You told her about the encounter with your ex. She frowned. Yelena met X only once. She thought she met the perfection itself, so wholesome, so pure. Yelena knew that with X you were as close to happiness as it was possible. Her affection broke a little, tiny dent in her love reminded Yelena of her own imperfection.

When you said you had to work with X, your girlfriend gave you a smile. She was supporting you and she had no right to show her discontent.

You knew she was hurt, but you couldn't change the circumstances of your work. You were supposed to be a part of X's project for a month.

And with every day Yelena's jealousy was turning her into a completely different person. She was becoming her old self. Broken and heartless.

As if it wasn't enough, Yelena saw you and X together. Your girlfriend was waiting for you on the street. But you appeared not alone, with X. And the other woman was too close.

Yelena growled, you belonged to her. And at least here she could show it. Her movements were fast, polished and full of strength. She pulled you into a hug, she hissed "have a good day" at X, she claimed a skin of your neck as hers. She was feral, she was raw, she was harsh. Yelena was knuckles deep in you, when she was driving home. She didn't feel powerless at the moment, she felt persuasive.

But it was only one night, Only a slight shift in her jealous state.

If only you could read her mind. If only you could feel her thoughts in every touch and hear them in every moan. She was begging for your love. She was begging for you to heal her again.

She became so broken, that she didn't feel you anymore.

Yelena was waking up from nightmares and only your peaceful sleep could calm her down. "Please, please." She was whispering "You need to love me again. I will no longer be wild and harsh. Our whole life is ahead of us. I will be like the others."

You were kissing her eyelids in the morning, she was leaving bruises on you. "what am I supposed to do with my sadness?" her fingers were demanding an answer, "Should I lull it to sleep? Should I fall asleep myself?"

Yelena had nothing more than a stone with veins of copper in her chest. Her jealousy won. Too terrible to touch, too ugly to look at.

She started to call you every hour, messages and texts overwhelming you. You were answering to every single one of them. You loved her. When you were coming home, she was often silently guiding you to the most uncomfortable chair you had in the kitchen. She was sitting on your lap, she was cupping your face with her trembling hands. "I carry such sadness in my chest. As if they pulled out the heart, but forgot to sew it in. But those who broke me did not love me. And you love me, I beg of you."

30 days passed. Everything was back to normal on the surface. But you both knew Yelena's jealousy was far from being away. You learned to read her eyes and she was begging once again. "That seal on my chest. You need to love me again. I will no longer be wild and harsh. Our whole life is ahead of us. I will be like the others."

*another Yelena fic

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Marriage story AU - ch. 1 - NY

A/n: we're sticking to the chapters for this one.

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You were staring at the piece of paper in your hands. It was from a notebook that didn't even belong to you. Now all the words were a hideous reminder of how you were feeling at this very moment. You hated being here, you hated that she dragged you here. Letters didn't make sense any more.

"I'm not gonna read this out loud." You were crumpling the paper. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Why?"

You hated this mediator. Couldn't he read your body language? You didn't want to be here, you didn't want to be a part of this game.

"Because we're here only to make ourselves feel better about the failure. But it is what it is. Clearly not a success."

You were wondering why this room is so sterile. For people to feel nothing? No colorful accents, pastel tones, even the plants were boring.

"As we mediate your separation and eventual divorce..."

You noticed the other woman's movement of discomfort.

"...things can get quite contentious. So I like to begin with the note of positivity. For the people to remember, why they got married in the first place. And so as you come apart you're reminded that, thi ls is a person you had great feeling for and maybe still do in many ways."

You were silent. You didn't even bother hiding the disappointment on your face.

"I can read mine. I like what I wrote." Nat's voice wasn't as commanding as it usually was. She tried to play the game by the rules. Failure or not, she still was the stronger one.

"Unfortunately that doesn't work that way. You both have to do this, otherwise there won't be any result." the mediator gave you an encouraging smile.

"I'm not going to." You crossed your arms on your chest.

"Well, that's a shame..."

"I still can read mine." You knew she was looking at you. Natasha was soft. "I want you to hear it."

"That might work. Maybe after hearing Natasha's you're gonna change your mind."

"I'm not, ok?" Your nails were digging in the armrest. "I don't want to hear the praise now. I know what we had, I know what we have. And you both can stay here and be a part of any fucking game you want!"

You grabbed the bag and stormed out. Everything was useless. You couldn't even be with Natasha in one room.

___

A few days passed. All this time your wife was away. But her team returned with a victory. You were leading another platoon. You were supposed to eliminate the threat for the civilians. Natasha was supposed to capture the villain. At the compound Avengers were celebrating the successful mission. You were immediately caught by Wanda and Carol. Nat was with the boys. She was always commanding respect amongst them. But Romanoff was barely listening. She was studying you. You were laughing. Your wife forgot that you had this spark in you.

"You did a good job." Wanda was sipping her Martini. "As usual. We're losing one of the best members of the team."

"And our favorite girl." Carol gave your shoulder a light nudge. " But the world of new opportunities is opening for you. So we're glad, right Wands?"

Maximoff copied blonde's grin. She was your closest friend. But she was happy for you.

Whispers could be heard in every corner. "Can't believe that Y/n is leaving. No way back for them." It was such a huge change. 10 years had to be simply forgotten, put in a drawer, erased from the memory.

Nat hoped that her mind wouldn't let her down. That every detail about you would be forever burnt into her heart.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Tony jumped on one of the lower sofas. "Our dearest colleague, our hottest second in command, our kindest spirit is returning home. I personally am a little offended that she chose the archer over me, but I'll get over it eventually. To the new beginnings, to fresh starts, to other chances."

Stark wiped a fake tear away. Sound of vibrating glasses filled the room. Nat's hair was wavy tonight and you loved it. Always did. Soft yellow in the room was reminding you of your sunny days together. There was a ghost of a smile on your face, Natasha tilted her head.

But suddenly you were not together anymore. Hill appeared out of nowhere and started whispering something into her ear. You didn't hear what, but Maria was passionate, she was too close.

You sighed in frustration. Nat tried to stop the unexpected interruption. But you took your coat. You were already gone.

"Wait..." your wife whispered.

___

"Just great."

Your car didn't start. You were angry at your forgetfulness. Nat told you that something was wrong with the engine a few weeks ago. You kicked the wheel.

"You'd better be careful." Natasha's voice echoed in the half empty garage.

"What do you want?" you were too tired to fight.

"You are going home?"

You nodded.

"Then..." She showed you the keys from her Porsche. "I'll drive."

Driving home was more than awkward. You avoided any possible contact with each other. Nat was still preferring to drive a stick. Old fashion. You used to love that in her. She was barely keeping her hands to herself. You were intoxicating her. Still. After all these years.

___

Nat closed the door. Your house wasn't welcoming anymore. Nothing changed and yet something was gone.

"Hi." You walked into the living room.

"oh, I didn't expect you so early." Nanny was watching TV. You interrupted one of her favorite episodes.

"How's she doing?'' You were unbuttoning your coat.

"Good. She went to bed on time." The girl was carelessly putting all her gadgets in the bag. "Mrs. Romanoff..."

"No." You interrupted her. "Not Mrs and not Romanoff."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know." Nanny rambled.

"It's OK." Natasha cut the embarrassing interaction. "I'll pay for the whole time."

You didn't bother to stay. You walked right into Kathy's bedroom. You hated these shoes. You wore them, because Natasha loved them on you.

Your daughter was sleeping. You kissed her forehead. When you returned to the living room, Natasha was sitting on the couch, she was waiting for you.

"About the mediator. If you don't like him..." She started carefully.

"No." You finally took off the heels.

"We might not need him. You can have it all. I don't need anything."

"I'm not asking you to do that." You shrugged.

"I know. We'll find a way. For Kathy. And I'm sure, you'll quickly understand whether you like the new team or not. Whether they are at the right level."

"Well, they are Avengers. I'm sure..."

"Yeah." Nat coughed out a chuckle. "In name only."

You frowned, but didn't answer.

"I'm going to bed." You took off the rings and necklaces, leaving the jewelry on one of the book shelves.

"I saw the video of your operation." Nat stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet. "You've made a few mistakes."

"Fine." You sighed. "We'll talk about them tomorrow."

You didn't care that the floor was cold. You could barely control yourself. And when you collapsed on the bed, your tears were already imprinting on your pillow.

Your letters to each other

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How do you think Kate would act when she’s jealous?

Oh, great question.

*at the party itself she was full of bravado, but when the iniatial possessiveness disappeared, she started overthinking it too much.

"Kate, look at me." You noticed her clenched jaw. You were sure her nails were digging into the softness of her palms.

She didn't understand what was going on. But she really wanted to destroy her hurt. She needed the anger.

"What?" her voice was too low, too lifeless. It lost the colors.

You had your suspicions. It all started after the party, Kate was too quiet.

"Babe..."

Her summer cherry eyes were full of tears. She awkwardly tried to blink them away..

"Why do you suddenly care?" Kate barked. Her despair was hiding her insecurity.

"What happened?" You gently touched her arm. Your action earned a hiss.

"I should ask you this question." She was biting her lips to feel at least something. "What happened? What changed? Am I not good enough for you anymore?"

"Kate..."

"At the party I clearly wasn't."

"Baby." You tried to pull her into a hug. She was resisting. Her body wasn't relaxed. "Maybe you didn't notice, but my eyes were only on you."

"You flirted with the blond." Kate whispered. Her fists slightly pushing you away.

"Two minutes I was without you and we were only talking. Nothing more. And even then I was thinking about you. My girl in a gorgeous dress."

Her tension was melting, You never knew about that part of her. She was hiding it so well under her playful confidence.

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Marriage story AU

Letters:

"What I love about Nat..."

"What I love abour Y/n..."

Ch. 1 - NY

Before the story starts:

Marriage counseling

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