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Femslash February 2025

028. Crossword - Yelena Belova/Ava Starr, MCU

[chloe-skywalker]

You Know This Guy? - Bucky Barnes /Alexei

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Alexei x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 659

Summary: Bucky called you to help manage these guys, he didn’t know Y/n would personally know Alexei.

Authors Note: Part 2 ? I wrote this before the movie came out so once I see the movie part 2 would be possible to write. Okay so I wrote this in february and didn’t find out till articles came out and said it in April but this fit almost the mental health theme of the movie. Definitely want to do a part 2.

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“Ah Y/n!” Alexei exclaimed in pure excitement at seeing the young woman enter the room with Barnes. Y/n and Bucky immediately looked towards the man in question and Y/n stood in shock and Bucky in confusion.

“You know this guy?” Bucky tilted his head towards Y/n but kept his eye’s on Alexei. Bucky didn’t trust anyone in this room, besides Y/n.

“A long time ago.” Y/n answered Bucky as well as copying him and keeping her eye’s on the man she hadn’t seen in a very long time. Not since she was a child.

“Oh my sweet, Y/n.” Alexei smiled as he approached her wrapping her up in his arms lifting her off the ground, hugging her to his chest.

“Okay, let me down.” Y/n squeezed out at how tight his hold was and she didn’t particularly like being lifted off the floor.

“I’m so happy your here. And you know Barnes!” Alexei put her back down on her feet moving his hands up to cup her cheeks, squishing them in the process.

“Yeah, yeah I know Barnes.” Y/n answered with a nod as she reached up grabbing his wrists to lower his hands from her face.

“Fantastic.” He clapped smiling looking between her and Bucky.

“May I talk to you for a sec?” Bucky asked placing a hand on Y/n’s lower back to get her attention, but to also provide her with comfort having noticed how tense she had become.

“Uh huh.” Y/n nodded leaning back into his hand as they left the room.

“How do you know this guy?” Bucky nodded back towards the room where they had left everyone else as he referred back to the burly man weathering a to tight suit. A suit neither one of them was sure ever really fit that man.

“I know pretty much all of the Bucky. John from when we helped Sam, Yelena from the Red Room-” Y/n started listing how she knew a couple of the people in the other room, but she was actively avoiding giving a straight answer to his question for as long as she could.

“How do you know Alexei?” Bucky clarified knowing her well enough to know she was stalling.

Y/n sighed, she didn’t like bringing up the past, especially this. “I was part of that undercover family with Nat and Yelena when we were kids.”

“Yeah you told me.” Bucky knew the story, she had told him before. It was the only family experince the 3 girls ever had for most of their lives.

“He was our undercover father.” Y/n stated biting her lip and let out a shaky breath.

Bucky’s eyes widened a she lifted his arm and pointed back to the other room in shock, needing extra comfirmation. “He was?”

“Yeah. A decent one to.” She nodded looking away, she didn’t like the feelings that were coming up when talking about it sure she told Bucky about this before, but not into to much detail.

“Are you going to be okay with this?” Bucky was worried with how being around Alexei could effect Y/n menatly and emtionally.

“Do I have a choice?” Y/n shrugged, it’s not like they really had a say in the matter.

Bucky hated that he felt helpless in this situation. “I don’t want you to feel-”

“We don’t have any say in the matter Bucky. I just have to. . . be okay with it.” Y/n cut him off shaking her head as she does so. There wasn’t anything they could do.

Bucky rubbed his none metal hand down his face not liking their lack of options. The only thing he could think of was to get their job done as fast as possible. “Let’s get this done fast so we can go back home.”

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed hoping they wouldn’t hit anymore snag’s so they could go home.

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I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

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Sleeping Beauty

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Hey! I am so sorry this took so long! Things got busy and life was in the way so enjoy an almost 4k long saga of pure Nat fluff as a humble apology <3 (excuse editing mistakes, its too late :,)

⁀➷ Summary: The 5 times Natasha Romanoff falls asleep where she shouldn't and the 1 time she does.

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Falling asleep was usually done in a bed. Preferably a comfy bed with a large spread of blankets to nestle into. That was your idea of a good place to sleep at least. However, as you’d come to learn, Natasha wasn’t exactly picky on where she chose to sleep.

The first time it had happened, the two of you were on a long train journey across Europe. You had been tasked with a mission in Prague, and Natasha insisted on accompanying you – which of course, you didn’t object to. Despite the urgency of the mission, the train ride had offered a rare moment of respite from the chaos of your usual lives.

You were only a couple hours or so into the half-day long journey when Natasha had seemingly lost interest in the book she’d been reading over, shifting in her seat as she folded the corner of her page and set the book on the small accompanying table. The train the two of you were riding was fairly modern, which made a pleasant change for once, so the luxury having a table with your seats was definitely something she was going to make use of.

You glanced over down at her, observing her subtle movements. She caught your gaze and offered a small, mysterious smile before leaning back in her seat. She sat there for a moment before you heard her shift again, this time you felt Nat’s head come to rest against your shoulder, her whole body leaning into your direction as she cosied up to you.

“You quite comfy there?” You teased gently, earning herself a small laugh as the redhead hid a smile against your shoulder.

"Very comfy," She replied, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through your chest. "You make a good pillow."

The corners of your lips rose into an amused grin, “Is that so?” You rolled your eyes playfully as your hand came to settle on the back of her head, fingers running softly through her gorgeous red curls.

As the rhythmic clattering of the train wheels continued, Natasha's breathing gradually slowed, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your side. The next time you’d looked down at her, her eyes had fluttered closed. Not in the way that someone rests their eyes but in way that someone closed their eyes after they’d given into the lull of sleep.

My, my, Natasha Romanoff. How you weren’t going to forget this.

You stole glances at her every now and then, admiring the serene expression on her face as she surrendered to sleep. It was a side of Nat that few were privileged to see – she was vulnerable, peaceful, and utterly captivating. Her usually alert demeanour softened in slumber, her features smooth and unguarded. Usually, this type of vulnerability was reserved for spaces where she couldn’t be witnessed but here, she was, curled up on your shoulder, sound asleep for the world to see.

You didn’t dare to disturb her, afraid that any sudden movement might wake her up. Instead, you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, careful not to jostle your sleeping girlfriend too much.

But as time passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to the weight of her head against your shoulder, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. It was a sensation you hadn't expected to enjoy as much as you did, feeling oddly content in this shared moment.

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Now that was the thing about Natasha, she never failed to surprise you. Natasha Romanoff, the dangerous Black Widow herself. You could’ve never imagined she could possibly be so soft like this. It was from that moment onwards that you’d started to take a more thorough note of her sleeping habits.

The next memorable time had been only a few short weeks later. The pair of you had returned home from your mission and after a day or two settling back in, you both had to do the one thing every Avenger dreaded.

Mission reports.

They were just so boring! Of course, you understood why they were necessary for health and safety and such, but those reasons never seemed to be enough encouragement to sit from the hours of typing up, signing and filing documents. But it had to be done.

At least this time you had Natasha with you. The pair of you always did yours together anyway so being on joint missions just simplified the task. It wasn’t hard by any means, just very, very tedious.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of you, scattered across the table. Natasha, ever the professional, sat next to you, her expression stoic as she typed away on her laptop. The dim lighting in the room only added to the monotony of the task at hand.

"Nat, how do you manage to make something as bland as just typing sound so deadly?" You quipped, earning a small smirk from her, “You type with such assertion. It’s honestly impressive.”

She glanced at you over the rim of her reading glasses (the ones which you’d picked out for her even though she had insisted she hadn’t needed them) her green eyes locking onto yours. "Practice, darling. Lots and lots of practice."

As you both continue typing away, the monotony of the task begins to take its toll. After what felt like an eternity, Natasha finally pushed her laptop away and stretched, her muscles groaning in protest. "I think we've earned a break, don’t you?" She suggested, looking at the clock on the wall. "Why don't you go grab us some food? I'll stay here and finish up the last bit."

Relieved to escape the paperwork for a while, you agreed eagerly. "Food sounds good love. What are you in the mood for?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "Surprise me. Just nothing too greasy, please."

You nodded, standing up and stretching your own tired limbs. "Got it. Mind if I go take a short walk first, I could really use some fresh air, be back in a bit?"

“Yeah of course sweetheart,” Nat smiled and waved you off, “Take your time darling, we’re in no rush.”

You stretched out your arms as you stood up, shaking out the dull aches that had formed before moving round to Nat’s side of the table to plant a sneaky kiss to her cheek, “I won't be too long, maybe half an hour at the longest.”

Your kiss left her warm inside, and you shot her a small wave as you headed out the room. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until you’d started walking around the compound. The heating had been set so it would be comfortably warm for the two of you and the sudden chill of the outside air had you snapping awake. Going for a quick walk didn’t take long, all you really wanted to do was move around a little so after 15 minutes or so, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and made a pickup order at a local takeout place.

You’d decided pasta was a safe bet for dinner. Plus, you’d added a fruit smoothie for Natasha too. It didn’t take long to collect your food; it was only a short walk away and they’d actually made it fairly fast. In total you’d taken around 25 minutes or so, not too far from your estimate and you hummed to yourself casually as you made your way back the meeting room where you and Natasha had set up in.

As you approached the meeting room, you had to balance the bags of food in your arms, you pushed the door open gently, trying not to disturb Natasha in case she was still working. However, what you saw instead made your heart melt.

There she was, slouched over slightly in her chair, her head resting on folded arms with her curly red hair falling messily onto the desk. The dim reflection of light from her open laptop cast a gentle glow on her peaceful face, accentuating the tired lines that usually went unnoticed.

The sight of your girlfriend snoozing was adorable. You could never quite understand how just small redhead could be so cute. Gently, you reached out to brush a few strands of her tousled hair away from her face, helpless to stop your lips from forming into a soft smile.

The bags of takeout were momentarily forgotten as you carefully set them down on the nearest surface. Sitting down you turn her laptop to face you and quietly get on with completing what was left of her report. The weight of the day's responsibilities seemed to fade away as you typed, your prior displeasure being replaced by a quiet contentment in simply being with her.

It didn't take long to complete and after finishing up the report, you closed her laptop gently and put it away before you gathered the takeout bags and set them on the table, arranging the food neatly – it was still warm luckily.

With a tender smile, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Natasha's forehead, eliciting a soft murmur from her. It warmed your heart to see her so at ease, even amid her exhaustion.

Settling back into your chair, you allowed yourself a moment to simply watch her slowly come round from sleep and as Nat stirred awake, blinking sleepily, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her drowsy expression. "Hey there, sleepyhead," you whispered affectionately, reaching for her hand. "Dinner's ready whenever you are."

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Some people like to say that twice is coincidence but three’s a pattern. And this was certainly a pattern if you’d ever seen one. But you never expected it to happen twice in the same day. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing or anything, if anything you found it adorable that she trusted you enough to be vulnerable and open around.

You loved that she was so comfortable around you. And that comfortability really came to show a few months later when the pair of you had headed down to the gym to train together. The gym had become your shared haven, a place where the two of you could escape the stresses of daily life and focus on the physical and mental benefits of training.

On this particular day, the gym was buzzing with activity. The rhythmic sound of weights clinking and the occasional thud of medicine balls hitting the floor filled the air, Clint and Thor could also be heard grunting and throwing playful insults as they sparred together. Natasha and you decided to take residency in your usual corner.

As you both warmed up, you couldn't help but notice that Nat seemed a bit more fatigued than usual. You could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the subtle signs of a restless night, and the weariness that clung to her movements. Now that you thought about it, you faintly remembered being woken up by her tossing and turning and you began to wonder if she had even managed to get any sleep at all. You couldn't help but worry about pushing herself too hard.

"Come on, Natasha," you said, concern lacing your voice. "We can take it easy today. It's okay to rest. We don't have to push ourselves so hard every time."

But Nat only flashed you a tired smile, appreciating your concern. "I know, but I need this today. It's my way of clearing my mind and getting a bit of release.”

You nodded but as the session progressed, you made sure to keep a watchful eye over her, just to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself – you knew exactly just how she could get carried away. Yet despise her obvious fatigue, the two of you moved seamlessly through various sets of weights, pushing each other to improve.

Eventually, it was obvious you both needed a short break. Natasha stretched, taking deep breaths to regain some energy. You suggested finding a quiet spot to rest for a few minutes, and she agreed. You both settled down, and Nat leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. After a few minutes the fatigue seemed to catch up with her all at once. She let out a soft sigh, and without intending to she let her head drop and gave into the exhaustion that had been lingering since the night before.

You observed as Natasha's breathing steadied, her features relaxing as she drifted into an unexpected slumber. A small smile played on your lips as you realised just how tired she must have been to actually fall asleep amongst the general clatter of background noise.

“You with me Widow?” You cooed in a low voice, hand coming to move aside a strand of sweat soaked hair from her face, biting back a smile as when she slowly woke back up, mumbling something incoherant to herself before looking up at you through sleepy eyes, “Awh look at you nodding off like that, come on baby, that’s enough for one day.”

You gently helped Natasha to her feet, supporting her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She blinked groggily, her eyes meeting yours. A faint grin tugged at the corners of her lips, appreciating the care in your voice.

“You awake enough to go get something to eat or do you wanna go get cosy on the sofa for a bit?”

“Can we watch a movie or something?” Natasha murmured softly, her hand finding your own and intwining her fingers in your own.

Of course you agreed. Nothing sounded better than to cosy up and snuggle whilst you watched a film together. It was especially nice considering how it’d give Nat a chance to unwind a little, finally letting her actually rest. Not just saying shes resting then going about her day as usual like she’d normally do.

You settled onto the sofa, Natasha snuggling close, her head finding a comfortable spot in your lap. Gently, you began to massage her scalp, feeling the tension slowly dissipate under your touch. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as you scrolled through the movie options, eventually settling on Lion King, knowing it was one of her favourites.

The movie began to play in the background, but your all attention was on the peaceful expression settling across Nat's face.

“Oh my sleepy baby girl, again?” You whispered knowingly, recognising the way that her blinking began to slow, taking longer and longer for her to reopen her eyes, “Natty sweetheart, if you’re this tired do you not want to go up to bed? It’d be a lot comfy than sleeping on me my love.” You asked, your hand finding its way to her hair, gently massaging her head of red curls.

Your question fell on deaf ears however as Natasha had already given in and let herself fall back asleep. This wasn’t a problem of course, for now you’d be content to hold and watch over her as long as she needed.

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By now you’d gotten used to Natasha’s sleeping patterns by now. It was an endearing habit by now. Still despite everything, she’d never complain or whine, always content just to fall asleep where she was.

You’d always reminded her that she only had to ask and you’d be more than happy to get cuddled up in her bed with, but she’d never found it in herself to ask.

Your favourite time it happened was only recently. You and Natasha were attending one of Stark’s galas, truthfully the pair of you didn’t really care much for them but Tony had insisted on everyones attendance so you’d both decided to dress up for the occasion.

Natasha looked stunning, her gorgeous curves being accentuated by a beautiful black dress. You were beyond proud to have her on your arm.

As you entered the grand ballroom, Nat's soft hand in your own, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her. The way she carried herself with such confidence and grace never failed to captivate you.

The dim lights and elegant decor created the perfect backdrop for the event. As the gala continued the unfold, the two of you shared tales, whispered secrets, and effortlessly danced the night away. The drinks seemed to flow endlessly. Eventually you made the smart decision to switch to plain soda, meanwhile Natasha kept going.

Seeing her like this certainly wasn’t something you were used to. “I’m Russian, I can handle it.” This was her usual go to phrase when it came to drinking. You’d never seen her like this, spinning around your arms dizzily as a vodka-fuelled blush danced across her cheeks.

Despite her insistence that she was fine, you couldn't ignore the signs of her growing inebriation. Her once graceful dances turned into playful stumbles, and her words started to slur.

“Nooo, I’m fine, really, come, come dance with me.” Natasha smiled giddily, letting her hands flow over you and she span.

With a playful smile, she urged you to join her on the dance floor once again. As you twirled around together. The spinning and laughter continued until, inevitably, fatigue slowly began to creep in.

In the quiet moments between songs, she leaned on you, her eyes betraying the weariness beneath the intoxication.

You took this as sign to ease her away and you’d managed to get her settled in a small seating area away from the main floor. Now that she’d slowed down, she finally seemed to feel the effect of her drinks hit her. Her wide-pupils gazed up at the ceiling, adorably rambling off in incoherent babbles.

“Do you think we should get you to bed darling?” You smiled innocently, your hand slipping down her dress to rest against her slightly overheated skin.

She closed her eyes, still smiling up at you “Mm’ just fine here wi’ my favourite pilla’.”

“Your favourite ‘pilla’, hm baby?” You chuckled, shaking your head as she sleepily cuddled into your shoulder.

As Natasha drifted into a tipsy slumber, you couldn’t help but cradle her gently, even though this may not have been the most convenient of situations but you were certainly going to enjoy it.

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Now all things eventually come to an end. Movies, books, and for the two of you, Nat’s little habit was about to be broken.

She’d come home late that night looking a look paler than usual, well, pale for Natasha’s standards anyway. When she’d left this morning her hair had been beautifully plaited, now her curls just hung loosely by her shoulders.

Nat shuffled into the living room where you’d been perched up with a book, kicking off her shoes and letting her bag fall to the floor as she came and nestled into your side.

“Long day?” You murmured softly, setting your book aside as you opened up the fluffy grey blanket you’d had previously draped over your knees to allow her to snuggle beneath it instead.

She simply nodded, biting back the urge to whine, “I hate those stupid meetings.” She grumbled, her voice holding the dragging weight of exhaustion.

Governor meetings were something every Avenger had to attend. They were painstakingly private about it meaning you were never allowed to accompany each other to them. The meetings varied a little from person to person but the main just of it was answering a long series of very repetitive questions and going through countless past missions and their details. Having to sit and listen as some fancy higher ups tried to pick you apart for every individual detail and mistake - and well, with Nat’s reputation of being constantly on Ross’s nerves, they weren’t going to go easy on her.

Nat rubbed her temples, a headache pounding behind her eyes. "And the fluorescent lights in that room... ugh, they're the worst," she added, wincing at the memory of the harsh glare. Her voice was a little raspy, most likely the result of having to constantly explain herself to idiots for the entire day.

You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles, “Do you want me to get you anything for that headache my sweet girl?” Your voice was kept low as your offered, not wanting to run the risk of making it any worse.

Your girlfriend sighed, leaning into your soothing touch. "Just some water would be nice," she replied, her eyes closing momentarily. After handing her a glass of water, you noticed her head nodding forwards slightly as she fought to stay awake.

"You look like you could use some rest," you suggested gently, anticipating her usual move to drift off to sleep on you whilst you stayed cuddled on the sofa.

But to your surprise, the redhead looked up at you with a faint, almost anxious smile. “Could you... carry me to bed?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, clear vulnerability thickening her tone.

You weren’t sure you’d heard her correctly at first. You asked her to repeat herself to which she barely mouthed her prior words. You were helpless to stop your heart from melting at her request, realising just how drained the poor thing must be feeling. "Of course, my dear," you replied tenderly, carefully scooping her up into your arms, cradling her close as you carefully made your way into your bedroom, “I told you Natty, I’ll always be here to take you to bed.”

There it was, the moment Nat had finally asked to actually go to bed for once. It was a long time coming and you’d loved being with her for every step of the way, even if it had involved her falling asleep in some pretty less-than normal places.

As you laid her down on the bed, Natasha snuggled into the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Thank you," she murmured sleepily, her heavy eyes already drifting shut.

With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anytime my love. Just close those eyes and get some rest, I'll be right here the whole time."

And right there you stayed, arms wrapped around her and the woman you loved slept against your chest in your shared bed. Finally she was getting the rest she deserved and there was nowhere else you’d ever want to be.

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This is so cuteee !

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Mytimetoshine who had leaked the og script all the way back to 2023 coming out to tell what exactly Taskmaster's story would be like after Eric Pearson came out to say she would not only survive but have a bond with Ava... bruh she should have been at the club SHE WAS JUST A BABY FUCK U MARVEL

Anyway, spoilers for something that they didnt film i guess, Antonia's reason to be there at all in that Val promissed to help her cure her brain of the damage inflicted by Natasha's explosion when she was a kid(9 years old), that now, without her father's control, is heavily affecting her memory(like in the comics)

SHE WOULD LOVE SKITTLES ALSO???? SHE WOULD SHARE THEM AROUND WITH THE OTHERS WHEN THEY WERE RESTING??? Its mentioned a couple of times, more often than not it feels like Antonia is more confused at everything than anything else and its what triggers the others, specially Ava to be protective which u know, ironic as fuck considering who gave her the final shot in the movie

Also the team instead of getting angry or tired about her lapses in memory and her attacking walker because of it are more worried for her than anything else, specially, obviously, Yelena, Bucky and Ava, Ava who btw makes a video to help Toni get through her episodes.

THERE IS MORE I CAN'T REMEMBER NOW BUT ANYWAY, bro taskmaster got robbed so bad 😭

I genuinely feel like shit for Olga Kurylenko and her character they both deserved so much better to the point that i went from "whatever" to the character to actively wishing they bring her back and develop her as they should have done.

Now we know why ghost felt so off from the rest of the team as well, her main bond would be with Antonia and since they cut her off...

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Nat from Rivals

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Natasha: Man, we need back up!

Tony: *adopts a kid*

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Love your stories! And you’re so nice <3

Ok, crazy idea: Nat who has always been a sub, but the right combination of words accidentally activates her Black Widow mode and makes her extremely dominant in an unexpected way, kinda like how Bucky’s hydra keywords worked. Imagine the reader being sooo certain they’re in charge, only to accidentally say the wrong words and *boom*, Daddy Nat is here. And maybe Natasha is wearing her black widow catsuit

Day 2: Activation

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: sub/dom, smut, daddy!natasha, rough sex, slight face slapping, degradation

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Natasha had just gotten off of a month mission, not allowing any contact with anyone, especially you. So when you saw her coming off the quinjet, you rushed outside and met her halfway. She took you in her arms and the two of you had tears in your eyes as y’all held each other. “I missed you so much natty…”. You whispered against her shoulder and she hugged you tighter, her nose buried in your soft hair as she inhales your sweet scent.

“I missed you more dekta..”. Natasha whispers back to you and the two of you head inside of the compound. Going up to y’all’s room, the tension was building. Y’all were sexually frustrated and the two of you needed each other now. You pushed Natasha up against the door of y’all’s bedroom and started kissing her neck, you had her whimpering underneath you, even though she’s taller than you. Her whimpers and moans was what drove you and you started to pull down the zipper of her catsuit when you started talking dirty in her ear.

Well you thought it was dirty until you brought up of how much of a sub she was and how you could easily control her. She stiffened for a moment and you pulled away immediately, scared that you messed something up. Then, out of nowhere, Natasha opened yalls door and picked you up, making you squeal in confusion. She threw you on the bed and started tearing your clothes off. “N-nat?” You shakily asked and she looked up at you with a lustful gaze, mixed with a glare. “Shut up slut before I make you.” She growled and you felt your pussy throb at her dominance.

You were usually the one who’s dominant but it seems that your degrading words took an effect on her and she’s in control now. You secretly fantasized about it because Natasha always seemed to be very dominant but it was the complete opposite in the bedrooms. She was more on the submissive side while you took control, which you honestly didn’t mind but it seems to be different tonight. She got off of you to go into the closet and secure a strap-on around her waist, on top of her cat suit. You felt your mouth water as you watched her walk over to you, swaying her hips seductively as if she’s luring you into a trap.

She got to the edge of the bed and leaned over to grab you by the ankles and pull you down to where she could reach you. You let out a squeal as she bends your legs until it reached your chest, opening yourself up for her. With one hand, she aligned the strap to your entrance and pushed it in making you form an O with your lips. Natasha just smirked and started thrusting into you, little groans and huffs leaving her plump lips, her full breast moving slightly in her uniform. She leaned down and started sucking on your neck, leaving love bites behind. You reached up to her hair and slightly tugged on it which set her off. She slapped your hand away and used the same hand to wrap her hand around your throat.

Her gaze was darker than before and she gave you a glare. “I’m in charge.” Was all she said before she got up on the bed and started fucking you into the mattress. At this point you were sobbing and begging her to stop but she wouldn’t until you did the safe word. This was your fifth orgasm of the night already and she was trying to pull one more out of you. “Come on you little slut. I know you can give daddy one more. Come on.” She demanded slightly, giving a little slap to your face. That’s when you came on her cock again and she pulled out making you cry out at the emptiness. She shushed you gently and held you in her arms. “Such a good girl. Daddy is in control now.”

A/n: thank you so much for your support and your sweet words Anon! I hope you like this! Halloween/fall/kinktober requests are still open for all the characters/people I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Y/n: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Nat: Y/n, that's a coma. Y/n: Sounds festive.

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Hey there, I have a specific Nat request! Natasha and the reader both come down with a nasty case of the flu but are determined to join the rest of the team on a mission. However, Tony, known for his germaphobia, firmly refuses and quarantines them in their rooms for their own good. Left alone in the compound, Natasha and the reader care for each other and grow closer as they bond over their shared illness. When the team returns, they find Natasha and the reader fast asleep together on the sofa, having found comfort in each other's company during their time of need.

Stuck With Me

〚 Notes - I feel like I haven't written Nat in ages, I was meant to post this ages but never finished! Hopefully you enjoy :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You and Nat both get sick and can't go on a mission with the team. At least you can keep each other company 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2300 〛

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. The team was buzzing with excitement as they prepared for the upcoming mission, the air thick with anticipation and purpose. Everyone was in high spirits, except for yourself and Natasha, who were huddled together in the corner of the briefing room, looking utterly miserable. 

A couple of days ago, the whole of the Avengers had been made to be some PR, and as such you and the rest of the team had spent the day interacting with the public. Everything had seemed fine at the time. Oh how that’d change. 

That morning, you had blinked slowly as you woke up and instantly regretted it. The first thing you registered was pressure, deep throbbing pressure nestled behind your sinuses snd temples. You rubbed your eyes and groaned quietly. This couldn’t be good. 

Beside you, Natasha stirred, you could hear her groan too followed by a deep, rough cough as she pushed herself to sit upright. She cleared her throat and looked down to you, her expression noticeably softening when she took in your flushed features. 

“You too?” She asked quietly, you could tell from her voice she wasn’t feeling well. Her tone was quieter, more reserved. Not to mention the thick congestion which blurred her words. 

You shivered and shuffled up to her, through the thin fabric of her shirt it was hard to miss how warm she felt and you let your head rest against her, “You’re warm.” You mumbled, pushing the back of your sleeve against your nose as you felt it run a little. 

"I think we caught something," Nat grumbled, her voice coming out raspy and sore. 

"No kidding," You mumbled hoarsely in agreement, “But from where?” 

She thought for a moment, eyes narrowing. "PR day. All those handshakes, the photos... people everywhere." She scrunched up her nose before she stifled a sneeze against the back of her hand,  "Did you get your flu jab?” She sniffled, the question popping into her mind. She’d been meaning to get hers but life was just busy and she hadn’t gotten round to it yet. 

Your eyes widened and you gave her a knowing look, “Oh shit.” 

“Oh shit indeed.” 

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If only this hadn’t happened today. Today, yourself, Nat and the rest of the avengers were meant to be setting off on a mission to Wakanda to assist in the ongoing vibranium crisis. It was to be an all hands on deck affair, every last pair of hands needed. 

So instead of curling in bed where you should’ve been, the two of you decided it would be better to drag yourselves down to the meeting room and sit through debriefing like absolutely nothing was wrong. 

You honestly don’t know how you’d thought that you’d somehow get away unnoticed. It was painfully obvious something was wrong. Natasha was as white as a ghost and couldn’t go more than a few minutes before giving into a liquid sniffle, all just to keep her nose from running. Just beside her, you were shivering, visibly and helplessly, all while you couldn’t stop beads of sweat from forming on your forehead.  

“Oh no, absolutely not.” Tony had almost yelped when he entered the room and caught sight of the pair of you, “These two are absolutely not coming anywhere near this mission.” 

You groaned inwardly. Of course, Tony would be the first to notice. He had an uncanny ability to pick up on things he didn’t like - germs being at the top of that list. 

Natasha didn’t haste to shoot him a glare, usually in any other circumstance this would’ve been enough to make him back off but the effect was ruined when her breath hitched and she immediately curled into her hoodie with a series of damp sneezes. 

Tony visibly flinched, his hand already reaching for a sanitiser bottle he seemed to have materialized out of thin air. He pointed toward the door. "Out. You two are quarantined," He decided firmly in a tone that read there was no room for argument. "There's no way I'm letting you infect the rest of us, especially me.” 

Steve and the others had arrived by this point and were murmuring agreement. Somewhere in between Steve trying to rationalise with an ever, stubborn Natasha and Tony shrieking about infection, Bruce had ran down to medical and grabbed a first aid kit. 

When he returned, he kneeled down and pulled out a thermometer from the box. “Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” He reached forward to take her temperature but she held a hand out to stop him from getting closer. 

“Wait.. I need to-“ Her eyes fluttered shut as she quickly turned to the side, burying her face into the crook of her elbow just as a series of harsh sneezes burst out of her, “Hh'kshhh! Hih'tshh! Heh’ktsch!" 

“Bless you.” You murmured softly. You tried to close your eyes to get some relief from the throbbing in your temples but you jumped a little at the feeling of a thermometer being rolled over your forehead. You had forgotten that Stark had insisted on buying the fancy kind. 

The device beeped its verdict and Bruce sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as he stood back up, “Nat 38.2, Y/N 38.5. In no way shape or form are either of you up for this. You’re both at serious risk of dehydration. You need to rest.”  

“Quarantine. Both of you.” Tony repeated though he’d noticeably taken a few large strides backwards. He pointed towards the door wrinkling his nose in disgust before looking up at the ceiling, “FRIDAY, disinfect the room after they leave. Use the strong stuff.” He exaggerated a shudder as Nat fell into a particularly rough coughing fit. 

“Scratch that, disinfect everything they’ve touched. I want this contained.” 

The system announced a “Yes, sir.” and you couldn’t help but groan in defeat. There was no way the two of you would be able to get out of the now and you shivered once more as you dragged yourself up out of the chair you’d being huddled in, pulling up Natasha to stand up next to you. 

Natasha looked like she wanted to argue, but the effort of coughing left her too exhausted to put up much of a fight. Her posture sagged slightly as she stood, clearly feeling every bit as lousy as you did. You gently nudged her, signaling it was time to go, and she gave a reluctant nod. Neither of you were thrilled with the idea of sitting out on such an important mission, but it was becoming increasingly clear there was no way around it. 

You caught Nat by the arm gently as she wobbled on her feet. Before the pair of you left, she shot Tony one more withering glare, though it had less of its usual sting. She stifled another sneeze into her elbow, her breath shaking as she sniffled miserably. Tony, ever the kind, sympathetic gentleman of course, took another step back, waving his hand in the air like he could physically push the germs away from himself 

“What are we meant to do now.” You mumbled after you’d left the room. When the others left you’d have the whole compound to yourself, usually in any other scenario the two of you would make good use of the alone time but there was no way either of you for feeling up for that. 

"I don't know," Natasha rasped, her voice was sounding a little worse from coughing, "Sleep, I guess." She sniffed again, her nose still red from the constant sneezing and rubbing. “Or we could stage a jailbreak. Sneak onto a jet before they leave.” 

You chuckled quietly then coughed and chuckled again, “Sorry love but if you think we’re gonna be able to sneak past them while coughing up a lung then you’re more feverish than we thought.” You reached out to rub her back when she started coughing again, “Besides I don’t think you’re up to flying, do you?” 

“Maybe not.” She rasped after catching her breath. The pair of you were just about to turn to make your way to your bedroom when you had a different idea. 

“How about we grab some blankets and cuddle up in one of the living rooms, grab some supplies and camp in there? That way we can watch some movies or something if you’re feeling up to it.” 

Natasha gave you a tired but grateful smile, her green eyes heavy with fatigue. "That... doesn't sound half bad," she admitted in a hoarse whisper, sniffling again as she rubbed at her nose with the back of her hand. "But if we're doing this I wanna rewatch the Star Wars movies.” 

You shot her a knowing grin, “My, my. Natasha Romanoff, the great Black Widow is a secret nerd. Who would’ve guessed?” That earned you a small nudge in reply and on the way, the two of you headed to a storage closet to grab  

as many blankets as you could carry without falling over whilst Nat grabbed a large box of tissues and headed off to get some medicine. 

You’d just settled down on the sofa of the common room when Nat shuffled in holding a bundle of things in her arms. Tissues, cough medicine, a thermometer, two hot water bottles and your matching water bottles.  

Originally, you had seen them being sold in a little shop whilst you were out one day. A clear, hard plastic bottle but with a little cartoon of the Black Widow on it. You’d bought it instantly and it had become the main bottle you’d use.  

Of course Natasha had blushed with embarrassment the first time she’d seen it but she couldn’t deny the action was adorable. So the next time she went out, she had gone out of her way to buy a matching bottle. This time one with a little cartoon of you in your fighting outfit. 

She set the supplies down on the coffee table in front of you before flopping down on the sofa next to you, immediately she regretted letting go of her hot water bottle and grabbed it, cradling it for a moment as she got warm before tucking it under her hoodie. 

“You need anything else?” She shook her head and you cleared your throat before reaching to pick up the remote to start the first movie before handing it to her as you remembered that you had no idea which order the movies went in. 

The corner of her mouth quirked a little as a smile played on her lips, “Episode IV, no prequels first.” She began to explain why it was so important even though it went right over your head anyway, “We watch in release order, we’re not heathens.” 

You nodded along, pretending to understand the logic of watching the Star Wars movies in release order, though to be honest, most of the reasoning had gone straight over your foggy, headache-riddled brain. She rambled on for a little, and you occasionally nodded to signify you were still listening until she eventually pressed play, and the familiar fanfare and iconic text crawl started to roll up the screen.  

For a moment, you both just sat there, quietly watching, the only sounds in the room the hum of the TV and the occasional sniffle from Nat. Her head slowly started to lean onto your shoulder, and without even thinking, you shifted slightly to let her rest more comfortably. The warmth from her hot water bottle radiated through her hoodie and into your side, a comforting presence. 

"You okay?" You murmured softly, glancing down at her. She looked exhausted, her eyes half-lidded as they flickered between the screen and you. 

"Mm-hmm," She mumbled, though her voice was so thick with congestion it came out as more of a hum. She snuggled in closer, her hand absentmindedly toying with the sleeve of your shirt. "This is perfect," She whispered hoarsely, her body sagging into yours with that telltale heaviness of someone about to drift off. She was perfectly still for a few minutes until you felt her chest rising suddenly as she sat up quickly and rubbed at her nose, “F-fuck I-” She tried to warn, luckily you knew what she needed but you still barely had time to pass her the tissues before she set off into a flurry of sneezes. 

“Bless you,” You replied softly after each one, watching as she blew her nose and gave you an apologetic look afterwards which made you respond with a gentle kiss to her forehead, “You can’t help it love, don’t worry.” 

The rest of the week was spent the same way, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa together. You’d hold her close when she was shivering and she’d periodically swap out a cloth to place on your forehead. Napping had become the biggest part of the day, the two of you sleeping with arms wrapped around each other. It had been during one of these naps when the team had finally arrived home. Clint had come clambering in, looking to kick back and watch some trashy TV after days of concentration but what he was met with instead was a huddle of blankets and two sniffly girlfriends tucked up in each other's arms. 

He couldn’t resist snapping a quick photo, one which he totally wouldn’t use for blackmail in the future. He smiled softly as he saw how relaxed the both of you looked and quietly tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly and writing a note not to enter. There was no point waking the pair of you up, not when you both looked so peaceful. He’d simply wait to tease the pair of you when you were feeling better. 

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Femslash February 2025

016. Better - Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, MCU

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It's them 🏹⏳

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Sebastian Stan attends a special screening of "A Different Man" in London.

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Dandy's World Character Ice Cream Bars: Mains

Inspired by the Dandy Popsicle seen in the diner maps, what if he and the other mains had their own ice cream bars?

Which one would you try?

(I plan to do ones for the Holiday Mains in the future as well, and maybe the non-main characters too.)

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Stargazing

Summary: Once the dust settles from the fall of the Red Room, Melina has questions that need answers. Who was better than her? Who created the Red Dust? Maybe these questions are better left unanswered.

Warning: mention of past abuse, mention of injuries, angst, heartbreak, angst with a happy ending, jealousy, guilt, a little Alexei hate (but sometimes that man deserves it), no y.n, reader is female but no description. disable reader?

Word Count: 3.8k

Note: Gonna be SO HONEST, this was a lot of fun to write.

It took an annoying amount of time for her leg to heal and for her to step foot into her lab. Although she was happy that her house was full, she needed this time alone to recharge. From the very beginning, it nagged her how the Red Dust was created to counteract something she had made. Someone bet her, and she couldn’t rest until she found out who.

Although the reason for her failure came with atonement, there was a lot that needed to be done to dissolve her sins. It had to be another Widow, someone who was aware of the work she was doing with Dreykov. That list was small, but none were capable of this level of sophistication and comfortable with complex science.

Sighing, she straightened her back and rolled the know out of her neck. Again, she looked through the microscope at the Red Dust. It was made of a complex chemical makeup. It was impressive. Then Melina saw it.

It was rare that some scientist left a calling card in their work. Like hackers, it was a way to claim responsibility in a subtle way. It had been years since she’d seen this signature. The Red Room told her that you were dead, and she believed them. It was the easier solution than breaking out of their conditioning. Besides, you were a distraction, a weakness, and the Red Room would kill you one way or the other. At least death on a mission was honorable. But they lied, and you were alive. Somewhere, you were alive and created a solution to stop Dreykov.

A knock on the door pulled Melina out of her spiraling thoughts. She put on her trained mask and locked up her emotions. “Come in,” she called out. When the door opened, she stood up straighter.

“Dinner is ready,” Yelena said. The blonde’s arms were crossed, and she did not enter the door’s threshold. “You have been in here for a long time. It would be good to take a break,” Melina had to suppress a smile. The relationship between her and Yelena was strained. It was improving, but Melina knew she had broken the girl’s trust.

“Thank you,” Melina responded. “I will be out shortly.” Yelena gave a curt nod and turned to leave the lab. She closed the door behind her. Melina took a step back from the table. There was no reason to go after you. All she needed to do was push you out of her mind. It was something she had done for years; how hard could it be?”

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Impossible. Melina couldn’t push you out of her mind. This was why you were insurable in the Red Room. Even when Melina buried herself in her work, it seemed like you would worm your way into her thoughts. There was too much to do for you to be an annoying pest.

You were the devil on her shoulder from the moment you were paired together for training. In your mind, everything needed to be questioned. Every order given. Every assignment. You couldn’t fall in line with their conditioning. At first, Melina thought it was going to get you killed. Quickly, she learned that you were too good for them to kill you. So you suffered more bruises whenever you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“Shit,” Melina mumbled when her gun jammed for the second time. She took a few deep breaths, fixed it, and aimed at the target.

3 shots. All missed the bullseye.

Melina slammed the weapon down. This was getting ridiculous. It was absurd how easily you infected her mind. Melina wasn’t even sure if you were alive. For all she knew, Dreykov could have discovered you were behind the Red Dust and sent Widows to finish the job.

It was the ‘What ifs’ that were destroying her focus. You were a parasite—an infection. But Gods above, Melina missed you. The news of your death broke her, made it easier for Dreykov and the others to slitter their way into her ear. Your death provided a vacuum that the Red Room could exploit. If there was a possibility that you were alive - Melina had to take it. You weren’t going to leave her again.

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It was a lot easier to find you than expected. All Melina had to do was look and follow the clues to a small farm in Colorado. Clues that you left, which meant you wanted to be found. That bothered Melina. If you faked your death, why make it so easy to find your location? The list of questions was growing longer and longer. You had to invite her in before she could ask any of them.

Colorado was lovely in the spring. It was in the mid-60s, which allowed Melina to roll down the windows of the rental car. The air smelt different. It was not the first time Melina traveled to the States, but it was the first time under her free will. A weight that always seemed to linger was gone.

Some nights, Melina could feel their hands on her - controlling and abusive. Those nights, she missed the feeling of your hands.

Melina shook the thought away when your house appeared on the horizon. From her research, you lived alone. The closest neighbor was 10 miles down the road. It was just you, your animals, and miles of open air.

The air smelt differently here. It smelt like freedom—freedom that you had for so long. The smell began to burn in Melina’s stomach. Jealousy was an ugly emotion, but it was all Melina could feel.

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Melina wasn’t sure how long she sat in the driveway—long enough for the engine to run cold, and the chickens that walked in the front yard were comfortable with the strong vehicle. Your house was simple—a small one-story with two bedrooms, one bath, and a wrapped-around porch. The two rocking chairs rocked when the breeze blew through. She could hear the wind chimes and the sound of cows and sheep.

Why was she stalling? She was a Black Widow and Dreykov’s head scientist. To some, she was the Iron Maiden. Her name alone could send grown men running. Melina never got afraid. But you were different. While others feared her, you saw her as a challenge—a puzzle to solve and dissect.

Finally, she gave in. The answers she wanted weren’t found in her rental car. She took the two steps to the porch, and before she could knock, the door swung open. “Well,” you smiled. “Look at what the dog dragged in.”

Your American accent surprised her. You spoke like you were from this country and not born and raised in Russia. Melina scuffed. “I believe the phrase is ‘what the cat dragged in.’” Your smile never faltered.

“You have not seen what my dogs can do,” your native accent laced every word. “What do you want, Melina?” She hated how you said her name, which sent a shiver down her spine. It was infuriating how much power you still had over her. “Have you been sent to kill me?” You asked when she stayed silent. “Add more red to your ledger.”

“No.” She answered. “The Red Room is gone. Dreykov is dead.” You hummed and turned your back to her, venturing back into your home. Melina took it as a silent invitation to join you. She followed and gently closed the door behind her. Melina allowed herself to look at you without you so close and your eyes on her. The last time she saw you, you were 25; that was 30 years ago. Still, you looked the same. She tried not to draw attention to the prosthetic and the cane you used to walk around.

“Sit,” you ordered to her. “You have had a long travel day.” Melina wouldn’t question how you knew, but she sat down anyway. It was a long day, and she was getting too old for this. You grabbed a bottle of vodka from the fridge and two shot glasses. Wordlessly, you filled both up and handed one to her. “Why are you here?” You asked again. Once you down your shot, Melina looked at you again. Now you looked tired as if all the fight had left you.

“The Red Dust you created found its way to my daughters,” you raised your eyebrows to your hairline but kept quiet. “I looked at the chemical formula and saw your signature.” You smirked and filled the shot glasses again.

“So he is dead?” Melina nodded, humming slightly as she took the second shot. “Are you sure? It is very easy to fake your death.”

“Speaking from experience,” Melina huffed. You shrugged. Your second shot stayed filled as you reopened the fridge. Slowly, you took ingredients out of it - hamburger meat, an onion, green pepper, and a carton of eggs.

“Out with it, Melina,” you sighed and reached for a metal bowl. “Say everything else you came here to say.” You were always so blunt and straight to the point. A part of Melina envied you because of it. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check. She came here for answers. She could leave and never see you again when all her questions were answered.

“Did you know the very thing you created counteracted my work?” She asked. You huffed out a laugh. She watched your shoulders shake as you began to cut up the vegetables.

“Of course I did,” you answered. You were the only one smart enough to create what Dreykov wanted,” it felt like a backhanded compliment. Oksana was the first to find me. She told me of his plan, and I had to help. I had to stop him.” You were always the hero type, the martyr. “Is that all?” You glanced over your shoulder.

No. That wasn’t all. She wanted to scream at you. Grab you by the shoulder and demand all the answers to every question burning on her tongue. Maybe she would hit or kick you. Or kiss you stupidly.

How did you fake your death?

What have you been doing?

Why didn’t you ask for my help when creating the Red Dust?

“Why did you not come back for me when you escaped?” Your body tensed. The silence lasted longer than expected. One second turned to two, then three, then four. Finally, your body relaxed as your mind came up with the answer.

“Would you have come with me?” You cleaned your hands and faced her. “If I survived my injuries,” you motioned to your leg. “And I managed to sneak back into the Red Room. Would you have come with me?”

Honestly, Melina wasn’t sure. Part of her inside her screamed no. She would have stayed in the Red Room where it was ‘safe.’ At least she wouldn’t be haunted down. But the idealist, the side you saved and the Red Room wanted to break, wanted you to save her. Melina frowned. A thousand ‘what ifs’ ran through her head as she took your shot.

“I guess we will never know.”

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You were surprised that Melina accepted your invitation to stay the night. She said she would leave first thing in the morning. It has to be a long day for her. Of course, you knew the Red Room was gone, and the man responsible was dead. You weren’t expecting Melina to be involved in all of this - that was surprising.

Even with your ex here, you had a farm to maintain. After dinner, you fed your animals, and once it was night, you safely locked them away and got ready for bed. Your quest room was already set up. It was prepared for Windows that needed to lay low.

Your teeth were brushed, your face washed, your prosthetic was off, and you lay in bed. You were exhausted. Today’s emotions were causing turmoil throughout your body. Still, you couldn’t fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, moments from your past flashed through your mind.

The most common scene was when the building fell on top of you, and you were trapped under the rubble. The Widow that was assigned as your partner and your target was killed. You were on a time limit till the Red Room sent a team to assess the damages. So you made a choice - run. Run from the only life you knew and leave Melina behind. No matter how much you loved Melina, you couldn’t live under the Red Room’s control anymore.

You managed to free your leg and crawl out of the rubble. Your leg was broken and severely burned from the fire. In your pain-flagged haze, you got yourself to a doctor who took pity on you. Without the equipment at the hospital, he had to amputate your leg. It took months to recover. By then, the Red Room announced your death.

Life without the Red Room was difficult, but you managed. Finally, you settled down in the States and got a job. You saved up to buy a farm. As time passed, you thought you had escaped them and could leave that part of your life. Then Oksana found you and told you rumors of Dreykov’s plan. A group was trying to stop him, and Oksana wanted your help. It seemed easy to join them.

Sighing, you placed your leg on the ground and stood up. All these years, your balance has improved, and the strength of your right leg has increased. Still, you need crutches for long periods without your prosthetic. You preferred forearm crutches to the ones that went under your arm.

As you left your room, you saw your porch light on. Smiling, you put on a jacket and joined Melina outside. Your sudden appearance didn’t faze the Black Widow. Your Great Pyrenees, Lady, was lying by her feet. You sat in the empty rocking chair and placed your crutches against the wall. “Couldn’t sleep either.” Melina chuckled and crossed her right leg over her left.

“Something like that,” she mumbled. You leaned back in the chair and looked around the property. Your favorite part of your home was the stars you could see. You were far enough from the city to avoid any light pollution. Most nights, you sat in the rocking chair and stargazed. Hoping Melina was free and looking up at the same stars.

“You said,” you broke the silence. “You had daughters. They are Widows then.” Melina gave you a slight nod. You expected that was all she was going to provide you with. It was all you deserved. All you wanted was for her to trust you again. Sighing, she looked up at the sky.

“The Red Room needed an American family to steal from SHIELD. That was where they got the information to deconstruct the human brain and create a blueprint for mind control. It was a front for HYDRA,” you nodded that you understood. It had to be connected to the Winter Solider program. “I was married to Shostakov-”

“The Red Guardian?” You cut her off. “You were married to that buffoon of a man.” You saw a small smile, but she quickly covered it up.

“He is not that bad,” you scuffed and shook your head. That man was an idiot. You couldn’t picture them together. Gods, you were jealous of Alexei. It hit you like a freight train that he got to call Melina his wife and have a family. “To complete the look, two younger Widows were assigned as our daughters.”

“You still see them as your daughters?” You questioned. Melina’s jaw clenched. It took her a moment for her to relax the muscle.

“I was their mother for 3 years. Of course I do, but-” she folded her hands on her lap. “I have a lot to atone for.” That was the name of the game. How many good deeds could undo all the blood spilled? You whistled softly. Lady stood up, stretched, and rested her head on your lap. You ran your fingers through her fur.

It was rather silly being jealous of the minds of animals. Everything was simple. No guilt clouded their judgment—no heartbreak when they hurt someone they love. You whistled again, and Lady went back to protect the animals. Melina watched the dog leave and returned to look at the stars. “I am sorry,” you spoke. Her body shook as she let out a staggering breath. “I wanted to come back for you. There wasn’t a day I wasn’t thinking about you, moye serdtse (my heart).”

“I thought you were dead,” her tone was bitter, but you deserved it. She took a chance with you. She gave you her heart, and you broke it. “When they announced it, it broke me. Life lost all meaning.” Your heart shattered.

“Melina-”

“I can not do this,” she said suddenly. She jogged down your steps.

“Wait,” your balance was a little off when you stood up so quickly and grabbed your crutches. “Melina, please.” Surprisingly, she slowed down and allowed you to catch up. “I never wanted to hurt you. Loving you was the brightest spot in that fucking hell hole.”

“Love is for children.” You scuffed and took a few shaky steps forward to close the distance.

“No,” you shook your head. “That is what they told us to brainwash us to be loyal to them. What we had was not childish. It was beautiful, pure, and everything they hated.”

There were so many stolen moments before training or before bed. The feeling of her lips and hands on your skin pushed every nightmare away. Falling in love with Melina was so perilous, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. “You are free from them, my love,” you smiled. “You can fall in love, dance, and sing all without their claws in you.” You dropped one of the crutches to the ground. Her eyes followed the movement of your hand. She allowed you to place it on her cheek. “I missed you so much,” you whispered. Suddenly, her hands were on your waist, and she pushed up against her car. You gasped at the sudden movement and were even more surprised when her lips were on yours.

The kiss was messy, frantic, and desperate. Her grip on your waist was tight as if she was afraid you’d disappear. You knew you’d have bruises, but you loved it. It was going to be a reminder that this was happening. The other crutch fell, and you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her close.

Gods, you missed her like this. It was the only time she let her walls down and allowed herself to fall. She was selfish. She took what she wanted, and you were happy to give it to her. It reminded you of quick and dirty make-out sessions hidden from guards. But you were no longer there. You were free to take your time with her. If she wanted you still. You moved your hand down her chest and felt the pounding of her heart. Gently, you pushed her back. Your lips were barely touching, and you felt the warmth of her breath. “Slow baby,” you whispered. “I want to take my time with you.” With her so close, you felt her body tense. “Or we don’t do anything. The choice is yours.”

That was the beautiful thing about freedom—the ability to choose. Carefully, she tilted your chin up and gently kissed you. She was never good with words and vulnerability, but it was easier for her to show it. The kiss caused your heart to flip. Melina ended it and rested her head on your shoulder. You hugged her tightly, hummed, and swayed back and forth.

You stared up at the stars above you. You wasted all this time, but she was right here now. When you were around her, you came alive. Time seemed to stand still. It made you feel like this could last forever. You and her were stargazing, intertwining souls. “Come on, baby,” you kissed the side of her head. “Let’s go instead.” She let you go with a huff and bent down to pick up your crutches. “Thank you.”

You walked back into your house side by side. She followed you to your bedroom without a word. Melina waited by the side of the bed while you got settled under the covers. “Get in Melina. Stop overthinking it.” The Widow climbed under the covers and laid down, stiff as a board. Chuckling, you turned on your side to look at her. “Are you still leaving tomorrow?” Melina sighed and turned her head to face you.

“I do not know,” she answered. “I am working on freeing the rest of the Widows under Dreykov’s control and exposing them to the Red Dust,” you hummed. We could use your help, " you smiled.

“I can not leave my animals,” you said. “But I will do what I can from here. What do you need?”

“More of the red dust,” she answered. “There are so many young girls under his control.” It was unfortunate how vase his operation was.

“Yes,” you said, using the back of your hand to rub her cheek. “And you will save all of them.” Before you could pull your hand back, she held it against her cheek. “I am not going anywhere, baby. I am here.”

“I lost you once. I can not lose you again.” You smiled sadly and moved closer to her.

“Close your eyes,” they remained open. She was so stubborn. It was a characteristic you loved about her. “You trust me once. Please trust me again.” She hesitated. You could see the internal conflict race through her mind. You cupped her face in your hands. With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes. “My love, my light,” you whispered. “From the moment you pinned me to the mat in our first training, you have my heart. I am here for as long as you want me.”

Finally, you kissed her. You forced her to slow down every time she tried to rush through it. You knew what she was doing, rushing through the feeling so she couldn’t sit in it. You wanted her to feel all of this. “You are infuriating,” Melina mumbled.

“Yes, I am,” you laughed. “But that is why you like me.” You gave her a quick kiss and tried to get her to rest her head on your chest. Like always, Melina surprised you. She guided your head to rest against her. It seemed easy to relax against her. You liked hearing and feeling her heartbeat.

Sighing, you closed your eyes. Finally, your whole world was right; it was where she belonged.