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Another Agent Barton? - Clint Barton

Clint x reader daughter

Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 910

Summary: Being Clint’s daughter, and having been trained by him and Natasha. The Avengers need help from another smaller agent.

Authors Note: A shorter reader for reasons of needing her help. First time I believe I’m writing for a shorter reader. Fun Fact Scarlett Johansen is 5’3 and I’m the same height.

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“Yeah, but who can do that.” Tony asked out loud. They had a urgent mission but there were parts that none of them could do.

“None of us can. Not even Nat.” Steve let out a sigh. Tony was right, as annoying as that was.

Nat looked to Clint with knowing eyes. “We could call her in.”

Clint let out a frustrated sigh. “Nat”

Everyone was getting confused now as they watched the two spys. “She’s been dying to help and she just got backfrom her mission over seas.” Natasha added, knowing she was right that girl always talked to her. Told her everything.

“You advocate for my daughter more than you do for anyone else.” Clint glared at the redhead but there was no malice in it.

Nat shrugged. “I like her more than anyone else.”

“Who are you both talking about?” Bruce asked the question that was on everyones mind.

“Clint’s oldest daughter.” Natasha stated looking towards the others.

“y/n.” Clint told them her name. It’s not that he didn’t want Y/n on the team. Hell she was already an agent, it’s just he would be so focused on making sure she’s okay. That could endanger the others or at the very least himself. And he didn’t want her to get hurt. Or at least have to see it happen.

“You have another kid? You Bartons are very busy.” Tony said under his breath. They do have a lot of kids.

“She’s an agent?” Wanda asked with her head tilted.

“Yes, trained by me and Nat ourselves.” Clint nodded explaining a bit more about her to his friends that he considered family.

“Could she help?” Steve asked crossing his arms.

“Your call, you know how I’d vote.” Natasha stated as Clint looked to her for her input.

Clint nodded letting out a sigh. He just didn’t want her to get hurt, him being there and he couldn’t do nothing about it. But Nat was right. They needed her. “Fine. I’ll call her.”

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“Where is she? We’re about to leave.” Tony questioned as they stood in the quinjet, waiting for this young Barton Agent to get there.

“She’ll be here.” Natasha stated glaring at Tony. She’s very protective also of Y/n.

“Paticnce, Tony.” Steve said trying to defuse the conversation before anything could happen or be said.

“There she is.” Natasha nodded towards where a girl probably in her early 20’s was coming from a black SHIELD SUV dropped her off.

“Thats Bartons daughter?” Bruce asked with squinted eyes. She was older than mot of them expected, most of his kids were a good portion younger.

“Her names Y/n or as she’s called in the field hummingbird.” Nat stated, they really couldn’t call her by her name? That was ridiculous. Y/n is more than just Clint’s kid. She’s her own person.

“Why hummingbird?” Wanda asked curiously, while everyone else just thought ‘another Barton with a bird code name’.

“She hums to distract her targets and she can move fast so they look one way but she comes around from the other.” Natasha explained kindly to Wanda as she was the only one in Nat’s eyes not being rude about her niece.

“The bird family.” Tony snarked which earned him a glare from not only Nat.

“Well, she did inherit Clint’s sense of sight.” Bucky spoke up which caused all eye’s to turn to him. Which made him uncomfortable, Bucky shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “What? It’s in her file. And I’ve ran into her before. Back when I was the Winter Solider.”

“Everyone.” Clint said as him and Y/n walked up the ramp of the quinjet. Clint had been waiting axniously for her to arrive. “This is Y/n. My daughter. Y/n everyone.”

“Hey everyone.” Y/n said smiling giving a small wave to all the Avengers. Then her focus turned to the two people infront of her she already knew. “And hi, Nat. Bucky.”

“You know Bucky?” Clint turned his attention to his daughter so fast it scared her abit.

Y/n shifted on her feet biting her lip not knowing what to say to her father about this. ‘Hey dad Fury sent me on a mission when I was only 17 and I ran into the Winter Solider’. No, that wouldn’t work. “Uhhhh, top secret mission.”

“Y/n-” Clint went to start interagetting her but Y/n cut himoff.

“Ask Fury. Okay?” she raised her hands in surrender.

Before Clint could question her anymore Tony spoke up wanting to get the mission started as soon as possible. “Alright. Let’s see what you can do. Let’s go.”

“Got a suit?” Steve sked with kind eyes.

“Yup.” Y/n gave him a nod.

“Then Suit up.” Steve nodded backwith a smile.

“This is gonna be fun.” Y/n sat next to Nat with a huge smile on her face. She was excited to finally get to work with her dad and Aunt Natasha. They trained her after all.

“Just don’t do anything to scare your dad. Got it? Or me.” Natasha smiled she to was excited but she was also nervous for the same reasons as Clint.

“I got it. Besides I want to be able to help you guys again.” Y/n nodded trying to get her to not worry as much. There was no way Y/n was gonna be reckless. She wanted to work with them all again someday.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years

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Collateral - Chapter 1

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Warning: Explosion, mention of past torture, injuries, mention of death

Word Count: 4.3K

Life was crazy. The past week was a whirlwind. You kicked the door of your apartment closed, reusable bags were heavy in your hands and you sighed with relief when you dropped them to the counter. Fanny pushed her nose in the back of your knees, trying to get your attention. You laughed and knelt at her level. “Sorry girl,” you scratched behind her ears as she licked your face. “Don’t worry I got you a surprise but don’t tell your mom.” She barked as she agreed. You smiled and began the process of putting the groceries away. It was a little more than your weekly hall as you were making a few desserts for the grand opening of the new Avengers’ Compound. That was one of the reasons why your life was a little insane. Yelena was splitting her time between the city and Upstate, helping Sam and Tony wherever she could. You helped but you were applying to jobs because you needed to figure out what to do with your life. You applied to a handful of therapist offices in the city and a few online options. It was just a waiting game. You poured yourself a cup of coffee from the morning pot when your phone rang. It was a number you didn't recognize. “Hello,” you answered. There was silence on the other end. But you heard breathing. “I think you have the wrong number.”

“Miss. Barton,” a man’s voice said before you hung up. He had a Russian accent and your heart stopped and your stomach dropped. “It’s an honor to speak with you.”

“Who is this?” You asked.

“We have not had the pleasure of meeting,” he said. “But you have met a colleague of mine. I believe your father put him in the RAFT.”

“What do you want?” You asked, moving to your bedroom. You sat on your bed and opened your nightstand. You sat on your bed and opened your nightstand. Another phone was resting in the drawer. It was a phone for emergencies.

“I just want to talk,” the man continued. “You and Miss. Belova was not supposed to leave that cell. But I am impressed. You held out much longer than we thought.”

“Maybe your colleague was just bad at his job.” You typed in the group chat with Natasha, Clint, and Sam in it. 9-1-1. But you didn’t send it.

“You would be correct. It’s so hard to find good help these days,” Fanny rested her head on your leg. “May I ask you something, Miss. Barton?”

“You’ve already ruined my day so go for it,” he laughed and a shiver went down your spine.

“Well, two things. Do you feel safe, Miss. Barton? In your little New York apartment with your girlfriend and American Akita.” You didn’t answer as you finally hit send. You did not feel safe. It wasn’t long before the other phone started to blow up with text messages. “And my final question is, did your father build the house in Iowa? I do have to admit I’m a big fan of the green shutters against the white. It adds character. ” He continued to talk but you muted him and called your dad on the other phone. He answered on the first ring.

“Chip, what’s going on?” He asked.

“Get out of the house.”

“What?”

“Clint, get out of the house. Now.” You rarely used his name unless it was serious.

“I-” but an explosion cut Clint off.

“Dad!” You yelled. “Dad!” But he didn’t answer as the line went dead. You unmuted the man. “What did you do?”

“It’s such a beautiful house, such a shame.”

“I’m going to find you and kill you.” You threatened. He laughed again.

“Oh, Miss. Barton, you won’t be alive long enough to live up to your promise. But I do wish we could have met in person,” he ended the call. You didn’t bother to get him back on the line. You called Natasha.

“What the hell is going on?” She asked.

“Iowa, I need you to get to them.” You said. You opened the door to the fire escape. “Fanny, come on.”

“Why Iowa?”

“They attacked my house and I need you to make sure they are okay.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. Get to them.” You got Fanny onto the fire escape and climbed out the window as an explosion rocked your apartment building.

Yelena twirled the pen between her fingers as she stared at her tablet. She was working on revising a recon mission for newly appointed SWORD agents. Delegating this type of work allowed her to have more free time and focus on other missions. The blonde sighed, biting the end of her pen and looking out the window. It was a beautiful sunny day. There was a lot of work that needed to be done because in two days the compound was going to open to the press and other governmental officials. It was Sam’s idea to provide a level of visibility between the Avengers and the public. He wanted to avoid another Sokovia Accords. She put a lot of energy into helping them and she liked being at the Avengers Compound. She wished she was with you and Fanny in your apartment. “How’s it going?” Kate asked, sitting down next to her. She replaced her empty iced coffee with a new one. America sat down in front of her.

“I’m ready to go home,” she put her pen down and sipped on the coffee. They fought hard for a good coffee station in the new compound. America smiled.

“Can we see the ring again?” The Black Widow rolled her eyes with a smile. She knew they were here for a reason. The ring went with her everywhere, she was afraid you would find it. So with the help of Laura, Lila, and Wanda the ring was picked out and burning a hole in her pocket. Yelena took the small black box out of her pocket and handed it to America. She opened the box. It was a simple ring as you weren’t a big jewelry wearer besides the necklace Clint gave you. The ring was tungsten, black, and silver with stardust. Yelena wanted something that would withstand your powers.

“When are you going to pop the question?” Kate asked, taking the ring from her girlfriend. Yelena sighed.

“I don’t know yet,” she took the box and looked at the ring. “I want it to be perfect but-”

“She won’t care about perfection,” America said. “As long it’s just you and her that’s all she’ll care about.” Yelena smiled, knowing she was right. Two sets of footsteps rushed over to them. Yelena turned around to see her sister and Wanda running over to them.

“Where’s the fire?” Yelena asked.

“Iowa,” Yelena’s heart skipped. “America, we need a portal to the Barton Farmhouse.” The girl jumped to her feet.

“Natasha, what’s going on?” Yelena asked.

“We’ll explain when we get back,” the portal appeared and Yelena saw the farmhouse that she began to call a second home in flames.

“We’re coming with you,” Kate said.

“No,” Natasha stopped the archer. “You need to get to Y/n.”

“What?” Yelena whispered. Natasha grabbed the black box and pushed it into her sister’s hand.

“Get to your apartment,” Natasha grabbed Wanda’s hand and stepped through the portal. It closed behind them. Yelena felt lost, her heart was pounding in her ears. She barely recognized America creating another portal and Kate dragging her through. Soon they were back in the city, across the street from your shared apartment.

“Shit,” Kate whispered. Yelena shook her head, clearing the fog from her brain. She put the ring back into her pocket and stared at the apartment building. It was in flames, the first responders were trying to battle it as a crowd was forming. “Yelena, come on,” Kate said, grabbing Yelena’s hand.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pulling her hand back.

“She’s not in there.”

“How-how do you know?” Yelena knew she should have conceived you harder to come with her to the compound today. But you couldn’t because of errands you had to run and Fanny had a grooming appointment. Shit, Fanny. Her thoughts were spinning out of control.

“Because,” America said. “They must have known the attack was coming if they knew to come here and to Iowa.” Yelena nodded.

“She’ll stay close,” Yelena said. “Let’s split up.”

Your lungs were burning as you finally took a break in an alley. You were two blocks away from your apartment and black smoke was rising in the sky. Fanny touched her nose to your hand. “I’m okay,” you reassured the American Akita. “I’m okay.” And you were - shaken, dirty from the soot but alive. When the explosion rocked your apartment building, you grabbed Fanny by the collar and transformed into a condor. The blast almost knocked you out of the air. You landed on your ankle and took off running. You weren’t sure who was out there watching to confirm you were killed in the explosion. You prayed Natasha got to your parents in time. Fanny started to growl.

“You stupid girl,” you yelped at the sudden voice and turned to look at the entrance of the alley. It was the nurse.

“It’s - it’s you,” Fanny’s growl grew louder as she walked over to you. You put your hand on her head to calm her down. It worked but she was still on edge. “I don’t understand. We tried to find you.”

“Did you ever think I didn’t want to be found?” She questioned. “I-”

“Wait? Have you been following us?” It made sense that the day you were attacked she suddenly appeared. “You-” it was her turn to cut you off, placing her hand over your mouth.

“You Americans never know when to shut up. I don’t have a lot of time so when I remove my hand you’ll stop talking and listen. Understand?” You nodded. “Good.” She took her hand off your mouth. “They don’t want to kill you,” you wanted to interpret and say it ‘seemed like they did want to kill me.’ But you kept your mouth shut. “They want to scare and break you.”

“What do they want?” You asked.

“You,” she said. “Your time with them changed their plans. You impressed them. Before they wanted that blonde girlfriend of yours or any avenger they could get their hand on.” Your heart stopped. “You can’t let them.”

“How do we stop them?”

“We’re working on it,” We? You knew the Avengers were working on it but who else? “Don’t do anything stupid no matter what they do.” You sighed.

“Who are you?”

“You’ll find out soon,” she put a pager in your hand. She disappeared out of the alley. You slumped against the alley wall, putting the pager in your pocket.

“Dorogy,” you heard your girlfriend and you watched her run over to you. She took you into her arms. “Are you okay? Any injuries?” She cupped your face in her hands.

“I’m okay,” you smiled. “My ankle is twisted but I’m alive.” She kissed you softly.

“I found her,” she said through her coms. “2 blocks south, in an alley next to the bookstore.” Yelena looked back at you. “What’s-” but you silenced her question with a hug. She was surprised by the action but she hugged you tighter. You weren’t ready for that question, the pager felt heavy in your pocket. But you were safe for now you were safe.

When America and Kate got to your location, a portal was made to bring you to the compound. Helena and Bruce were waiting for you in med bay. Helen checked on your ankle while Bruce made sure Fanny was okay. “Try to stay off it for a few days and ice it.”

“Have you heard from Natasha or Wanda?” You asked.

“Not yet,” Helen said. “But we are on standby when they get here.” The door opened and Fanny came running in with Bruce right behind. Fanny jumped on the bed and licked your face. You giggled, petting her.

“She’s in perfect condition,” he said. You rested your head against Fanny. “We’ll give you a few moments. Come get us if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” Yelena said to them as they left and closed the door. The room was quiet, only you and Yelena. Kate and America were with Sam, setting up a compound center and waiting for Natasha to call them. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” You sighed.

“It was them,” you said. “The same group that took us.” You looked at your girlfriend. Her jaw was clenched and there was a fire in her eyes. “There’s more but I'd rather wait till -” your voice died off. Till you knew if your family was alive or not.

“Of course, malysh (baby),” she hugged you and your head resting on her chest. Her heartbeat was erratic. You looked up at her.

“Are you okay?” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m fine,” you gave her a pointed look. “I’ll be better once we hear from Natasha.” You nodded, putting your head on her chest. Her hands ran through your hair to try to calm you down. It helped but it wasn’t enough. But you guessed no news was good news, right? Fanny rested her head on your lap.

“I wanted to make cookies,” you said suddenly. “For the grand opening.” You felt her laugh rumble through your chest. “It’s not funny,” you pinched her side.

“I know, I know,” she kissed your head.

“Squirt!” You heard your father’s voice from behind the closed door. Yelena stepped out of the way as you jumped up and rang for the door. You saw them down the hall - Clint, Laura, and Cooper were covered in soot from the fire. Nate and Lila looked unharmed

“Dad!” You ignored the pain in your ankle and sprinted towards them. Clint caught you in his arms. You felt him wince and as you were about to pull away he hugged you tighter. “Are you guys okay?”

“We’re okay,” Clint let go of you so you could hug Laura than your siblings. “Lila and Nate were in the barn when it went off.

“Is the house-?”

“We need to rebuild,” Laura smiled. Your heart dropped. You didn’t like being home but it was the place you and your siblings grew up.

“Clint,” Helen came up to your family. “We’d like to check on you and your family.” You knew he was going to protest.

“Go, dad,” you smiled. “I’ll bring Lila and Cooper to their room.”

“Are we going to live at the compound?” Nate asked.

“Just for a while, buddy,” you said. You weren’t sure for how long but they’d be safe.

Yelena’s eyes never left you. She couldn’t help it as if you would disappear in a puff of smoke before her eyes. You were sitting in a chair with your right left on Yelena’s lap, icing your ankle. It was like pulling teeth for Yelena to get you even to rest. You showered, changing into new clothes, and you looked like nothing happened. But Yelena knew you were stuck inside your head. Everyone was in the conference room, waiting for Clint to join them. “Sorry,” the older archer said, entering the room. He had gauze on his arms for the burns and a bandage on his forehead. “What do we know?” Tony pulled up a hologram of your apartment building.

“We don’t know much as the NYPD is still investigating but they believe there were two explosions. One coming from their floor and the other in the basement.” The hologram simulated the bombs going off. Yelena squeezed your hand. They’d be lucky if the building was still standing. “As for the attack on Clint’s house, satellite images found this,” the hologram changed to show the group heat signatures of the property. She saw two people in the barn and three in the house but no one else. Until 3 small dots zoomed into the frame and headed for the farmhouse. Tony closed the image before the impact. “We are thinking they used drones. Hill is at the scene investigating and will report back with anything they find.”

“Do we know how many people were in the building?” You asked. Sam shook his head.

“NYPD is still checking residences and who was there.” You nodded.

“They must be watching them,” Natasha said. “Can FRIDAY pull up security footage around their apartment and maybe we can cross-section the people who were in the crowd?”

“FRIDAY is already ahead of you and tracing the phone call.”

“Phone call?” Yelena questioned, looking at you. You were staring at the wooden desk, using your free hand to trace the grooves.

“I just got back from the grocery store,” you started to explain. “And I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize but I answered it,” You started to squeeze Yelena’s hand underneath the table. “He was Russian. He said that we’d never met but I knew a colleague of his,” Yuriy Zakharov. He was sent away to the RAFT for life. “He told me that Yelena and I weren’t supposed to leave that cell. He asked if I felt safe,” your voice cracked. “Then he asked if Clint built the farmhouse, how he liked the green shutters against the white.”

“That was your mother’s decision. I’m glad someone approved of the color,” Clint joked. It broke the heavy tension.

“It was such an ugly green,” you laughed. “Anyways, I called Clint and told him to get out of the house. The call ended when I heard an explosion. He told me I wasn’t going to be alive long but he did wish we had the chance to meet. He hung up. I got Fanny to the fire escape while I called Nat then the bomb went off. I transformed, got myself and Fanny to the ground, and we ran.” Yelena felt you tense up. There was more to the story but you were holding back. She stole a glance at Wanda but the witch made no indication if she sensed something else. You had a habit of closing off your mind when she was around.

“What’s the plan?” Wanda asked. “They are bold enough to attack so openly.”

“And in two days, the compound is going to be filled with reporters and politicians,” Kate said. “Do we cancel the event?” Sam rested his hand on his chin as he was deep in thought. Yelena wondered what was going through his brain.

“It may be too dangerous,” Clint added. “They could use it as an opportunity to attack again.”

“Then don’t cancel it,” everyone’s eyes landed on you. “They want something, it could be me, Yelena, or one of you so use the event as a trap.” The room broke out into debate. You looked at Yelena, a silent conversation based between the two of you. ‘It could work,’ you said.

‘It’s dangerous and risky,’ Yelena countered.

‘But I won’t be alone.’ You were right. So many Avengers were going to be there to show solidarity - the Wankandans, the Guardians, and the Marvels.

“It could work,” Yelena finally said. The room went silent. “As much as I hate it, we need answers and this could give us some.” You smiled at her. Clint sighed.

“I want full background checks on everyone who is going to be there,” he said. “And security will be increased.” Sam nodded.

“We’ll come up with a plan and regroup tomorrow. Tonight we relax.” Yelena wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be able to relax. Everything seemed so uncertain and the small black box was burning a hole in her pocket.

Clint had to admit this was weird. He was sipping on a beer, standing in the kitchen as he observed the scene before him. Laura and Pepper were talking and laughing at something Tony said. Cooper was in an intense debate with Sam and Bruce about baseball. The archer didn’t know Bruce had so much to say about sports. Yelena had Nate in her lap while he and Morgan watched Wanda’s magic. It was weird seeing both of his families interact. “How are you holding up?” Natasha asked, standing next to him with her drink in her hand. He sighed.

“Tired,” he admitted. “I thought we were done with this.” It was a hopeful dream, something he knew was somewhat impossible but he still hopped.

“We’ll get them and your family will rebuild a new home,” she was right but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Until the next bad guy emerges to hurt us and the people we care about.”

“Aren’t you being extremely pessimistic,” Clint turned to look at you. You smiled and walked to stand between him and Natasha. “You know I always dreamt of this,” you said, pointing to the table. “Both of my families together. I didn’t expect us almost dying from an explosion would make it happen.” Natasha chuckled, hitting her shoulder against yours. “We’ll be okay since we’re together. Like I told him they’re messing with the wrong fucking family.”

When Yelena stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wet from the shower she was surprised to see you in her bed. It wasn’t an unwelcome sight but she wasn’t expecting it. “I thought you’d be with your family tonight,” you smiled.

“I wanted to be with you,” you sat up, patting the empty spot in front of you. “Do you want me to braid your hair?” Yelena answered by handing you a brush and sitting down in front of you. You sat up on your knees and began to brush her hair. Yelena felt the tension from the day leave her shoulders. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. You were hiding something. She wanted to ask but there had to be a reason you weren’t telling them. “Did you hear what I said?” Yelena hummed.

“No,” she answered honestly. “The feeling of you braiding my hair is relaxing.” You giggled. Yelena felt your lips on her shoulder, goosebumps covered her skin. “You were saying.”

“We need to go shopping,” you said. “Do you think they’ll let us go into the city tomorrow?” Yelena sighed. She wasn’t sure but you were right. There were a few outfits she’s left at the compound but she now needed something to wear for the grand opening. Your parents and siblings would be in a similar situation.

“We can ask. Maybe if Natasha or Sam joins us,” you hummed and placed the brush on the nightstand. “Thank you,” Yelena captured your lips in a kiss. You weaved your hands through her blonde hair and pulled her close. The kiss depended and Yelena fisted the blanket to ground herself. Soon the need for oxygen became too great and Yelena ended the kiss. The blonde felt your breath against her lips. Your eyes were closed, your chest rapidly rising and falling, and your skin flushed. But Yelena watched as your lip started to shake and the wall you built up was slowly crashing down. “Baby, what is it?” It took a minute for you to respond. Yelena placed her hand on your hip, her thumb drawing circles on your skin.

“I can’t lose you,” you finally said. You opened your eyes and tears fell down your cheeks. “I am so tired of them hurting us.” Yelena pulled you into a hug. She felt your tears wet her shirt but that didn’t matter to her. She heard Fanny leave her spot in the kitchen and jump on the bed to provide extra support.

“I know, I know,” she kissed your head. “I’m right here. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” her saying caused a loud sob to leave you. Yelena forced you to look at her and she took one of your hands, placing it on her heart. “Breath, moya lyubov' (my love), breath. Follow me. In and out,” you did. You twisted her shirt in your hand and mimicked each breath Yelena took. “You are doing so well.” Soon your cries turned into quiet hiccups and your breathing evened out. The grip you had on Yelena’s shirt loosened.

“I-”

“If you say I’m sorry I will ban you from baking cookies for a month,” you giggled at her ridiculous threat.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. What do you need? Water? A snack?” You shook your head and Yelena let you pull her down so you were laying on your back and she was laying on her side, looking down at you. You traced the lines on Yelena’s forehead and traveled down to her nose and her cheek. Yelena pressed your palm to her lips.

“I just need you.”

“You have me,” Yelena whispered. “You have me.”

You knew sleep wouldn’t be possible for you tonight so you sat in the meeting room with the local news channels reporting on the attack. The apartment building was destroyed. As of right now, the police were reporting 5 deaths and 10 injuries but you had a feeling that number was going to go up. You played with the pager in your hand. Instead of sadness and uncertainty that was making its home within your bones, there was a rage building inside of you. It felt consuming. How dare these people to cause so much pain? They were innocent. Just to scare you into submission. “You should have woken me up,” you didn’t bother to look at Yelena as she entered the room and sat down next to you. “Are you going to finally tell me what you’ve been hiding?” You gave her the pager. She looked it over and set it down.

“I told him I was going to find him and I was going to kill him,” she placed her hand on top of yours. “I meant it too.”

“Who gave this to you?” She asked, redirecting the conversation. You sighed.

“Our old friend is back,” you said. “The nurse.”

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Natasha x daughter reader

Reader lives on the helicarrier with her Mommy. After spending the week with her uncle Clint whilst mommy was on a solo mission. Natasha comes home to find her daughter has picked up her uncle's annoying habit of travelling through air vents.

Air vents

Y/N: 7 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N/N? Where are you, you cheeky little monkey?" Natasha calls, looking for her daughter.

Natasha only just arrived back home from her week long mission while her daughter has been with Clint over the week. And right now she really just wants some cuddles from her little girl.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Y/N's little voice is heard from the other room along with her footsteps as she's running to where her mommy is.

"There you are" Natasha sighs in relief, opening her arms for her daughter who sprints into her mother's arms in full speed, causing them to end up on the ground, Y/N on top of Natasha.

Natasha takes it as an opportunity and starts tickling her daughter, causing Y/N to squeal and laugh, trying to get away from her mother's strong hold.

"Mommy, stop" Y/N laughs out, tears from laughter escaping her eyes on which Natasha decides to actually stop.

"I missed you so much, baby" The redhead says softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head as she carefully stands up with Y/N wrapped around her like a koala.

"I missed you too, mommy. So much. I drew you lots of pictures, you have to see!" Y/N explains enthusiastically, swinging her legs happily while Natasha's carrying her into her room.

"Oh really? I can't wait to see then" Natasha smiles, a teasing tone in her voice.

"You'll love them, mama. Even uncle Clint helped" Y/N points out, playing with a strand of Natasha's hair.

"Speaking of uncle Clint, were you nice for him?" Natasha asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Mhm. I'm ALWAYS nice, mommy" Y/N nods her head, earning another chuckle from her mother.

"Oh, are you now?" She teases, earning one more nod from her daughter which makes her chuckle. "Alright you, will you bring the pictures while mommy takes a shower?"

Hearing a nod from Y/N, Natasha walks into the bathroom after Y/N runs away. She knows her daughter can cause a lot of trouble without being watched though, so she really tries to take as quick shower as possible.

When she walks out of the bathroom again, she finds Y/N sitting on the bed, several papers surrounding her on which she can't help but chuckle.

"Come, mommy, you have to see!" Y/N grins, patting a spot next to her while waiting for Natasha to join her. "Look!" She grins once again, handing her mother the first drawing.

And after showing Natasha every single picture she drew for her, the little girl gets an idea.

"Let's play hide and seek, mommy!" Y/N grins, looking at Natasha with pleading eyes.

"Honey, I'm really tired, can't we just-"

"Please, mommy! Please, please!" Y/N begs, pulling out her best puppy eyes and knowing well Natasha can't resist them.

"… Fine, just for a little bit though" Natasha sighs, a smile forming on her face when she hears Y/N's cheers.

"'Kay, mommy. I'll go to hide!" Y/N beams happily, already running out of the room before Natasha can even say a word.

"Cheeky little monkey" Natasha chuckles to herself and starts counting to 20 like they always do while playing hide and seek.

What Natasha doesn't know though is that Y/N kinda took over her uncle Clint's habit which is traveling through air vents.

Y/N is such a cheeky little girl and managed to get Clint to show her every single way around the air vents. Turned out Clint can't resist Y/N's puppy eyes either, so he agreed.

Natasha starts looking for her daughter, always making sure to check every single place her daughter could be.

Y/N, on the other hand, uses the air vents every single time she hears her mother's voice or footsteps, always quietly giggling.

Natasha soon becomes desperate. She's a spy, how come she can't find her own child? The thought is stuck in her mind after she searches through every single room.

"Y/N, this is not funny anymore. Where are you?" Natasha calls, worry taking over her. Y/N couldn't just disappear, right?

Luckily for her, she bumps into Clint.

"Haven't you seen Y/N? We're playing hide and seek, but I've been looking for more than 20 minutes and just can't find her" Natasha sighs, hoping Clint will say yes.

"… I think I know where she is" Clint chuckles nervously. "I'll be back in a minute"

Before Natasha can say anything, Clint rushes away. Natasha's quick to follow, her eyes widening when she sees Clint crawl into the air vents.

It doesn't take long until he finds the little troublemaker and as soon Y/N crawls out of the air vents, she sprints to Natasha.

"I won, mommy! I won!" She grins, crashing her small body into Natasha's legs.

"You did, baby, but mommy was so worried about you. You can't do this to me ever again" Natasha sighs, lifting her daughter up and holding her tightly, happy her little one is okay.

"… Clint? How does Y/N know her way around the air vents?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, you know… Did you hear that? I think I heard someone just calling for me. I'm coming!" Clint practically sprints out of the room, he's surely in a lot of trouble and NO ONE wants to get on Natasha's bad side.

"Clint!"

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Finally managed to get at least one one shot done, getting back into writing is much harder than I thought…

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yourmcu · 2 months

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Stark!Reader, Avengers x Reader

Summary:

Your girlfriend, your dad, along with the rest of the Avengers, support you during a VALORANT tournament.

Word count: 4.6k+

Warnings: too much VALORANT descriptions, you can google stuff about it if you want to get a good visual of this story, basically an avengers fic as a whole but i love supportive gf nat >:(

A/n: one of the drafts I left a long time ago! I miss writing for the avengers, so I decided to finish this one.

(completely italic dialogues - casters commentating)

All the hollering from the lounge died down when Natasha practically shoved both Sam and Bucky off the couch, stealing the TV remote in the process. Their basketball game can wait, her girlfriend’s tournament is more important.

“Oh, shoot. Y/N/N's tournament is today?” Sam suddenly remembered and Bucky made a quick detour out of the lounge to fetch Steve and possibly the others. They kind of promised you they'd support your game this time around, with the knowledge that they had free time on the dates of your tournament. Sam snapped his fingers, “Snacks. I'll be right back.”

No, you weren’t a professional athlete; if anything, you’re the opposite. Your wrists move more than your whole body most of the time, you only stay an hour or less in the gym, and you prioritize getting better in Aim Lab than a shooting range.

Ever since women playing in VALORANT E-Sports were normalized, you were one of the anticipated gamers to compete, of course you were on board and signed on to an esports organization and team roster. You’ve made a name for yourself in the gaming industry because of your high IQ and big brain plays. You used your head in every match, every round unlike the majority of the players mindlessly aiming and not landing shots. Because of your career, you’re known for something else and not just Iron Man’s daughter.

Natasha didn’t like the fact that you were glued to your computer most of the time at first. She thought Tony spoiled you too much even as an adult, but she later on realized that you graduated with a degree before settling into gaming. You worked for the Avengers, sometimes as an IT for a big company which paid more than you needed. You were basically set. All of this while you were still pretty young, a little younger than Natasha.

It’s safe to say all of Natasha’s doubts went away. She felt rather impressed and took a liking to you, which developed into something more over time.

From her phone, you chuckled when you heard Sam and Bucky’s shuffling. “We’re not up for another thirty minutes, babe.” On your end, you and your team were with the event's coordinators backstage of the actual place the tourney was held. Natasha always called you before and after your events, just because she was the best supportive girlfriend ever.

“I know, I wanted to set everything up before anything else,” Natasha put you on speaker while she dealt with the TV’s settings. You smiled to yourself, absolutely adoring your girlfriend even more when she was eager and supporting your games. “Are you guys still at the hotel?”

You had to travel out of the country for the tournament. As much as Natasha wanted to go with you (Clint wanted to go too because he ‘needed a break’, you just rolled your eyes at him and laughed), being a full time hero and an Avenger doesn’t mean you get to travel 24/7. She has to be with the team in case something terribly wrong happens, which doesn’t come with a warning. “Backstage, actually. Cloud9 and Misfits are wrapping up their last match right now,” You replied. “I've already warmed up at the hotel earlier. It's crazy how our room fits all of our PCs.”

“Ah, c'mon, you don't need no warm-ups!” Sam teased, hearing you on speaker as he walked back with refreshments and an assortment of chip bags.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at the Falcon’s words. “Stop it, Sam. You know me; I always get tilted when I play too much before the actual competition.”

Sometimes you get anxious and it affects your performance, same goes for when you warm-up too much; you lose focus the more games you play, leaving nothing for the tournament.

Despite Natasha's excitement to watch your team play, she’s not too vocal about it. She wouldn’t squeal when it starts or bombard you with loud encouragement through the call, because one, she doesn’t want to be the embarrassing girlfriend, and two, she’s the Black Widow. She’s naturally subtle about everything. You knew her more than anyone else though, so even if that was the case, you still felt her support.

Thirty minutes went by quicker than you’d hope, you were so caught up in watching the game of the other rivaling teams and commenting on everything that happened whilst still in the call with Natasha. You also answered Bucky’s queries when he came back; he’s only ever heard of e-sports since you started competing in it. He couldn’t imagine how hard switching point of views and the player’s face cameras must be. Bucky has only watched, what, actual live game tournaments, basketball or chess or whatever. It was confusing to him at times, but you told him he’d get used to it eventually just by taking note of the red and blue colors.

You were cut off by one of your teammates placing a hand on your shoulder, signaling you that it was time to go. “Alright. Nat, I have to go, I’ll call you when I get back?”

The two men were the first ones you heard react, Sam shifted in his seat excitedly while Bucky wondered out loud if he should call Tony, Peter, and Bruce, who were all unnecessarily working overtime at the lab.

You felt yourself smile again when she spoke. “Okay,” Natasha bit her lip, feeling anxious about the tournament, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Good luck!” Sam shouted before you hung up.

Natasha almost snorted when she heard loud footsteps coming towards the lounge entrance. Her sister had the worst timings ever.

“Someone decided to take a long shit while we were heading back. Has Y/N’s game started yet?” Yelena walked in as fast as she could with Fanny, looking at Natasha expectantly as she shrugged off her thick coat and got out of her boots. Fanny ran to where the couches were as soon as Yelena removed her leash, wagging her tail happily without a clue in the world.

“About to, but you did miss her on the phone.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Soon, Bruce, Tony, Peter, Wanda and Vision came down to watch as well. Your tournaments were one of the occasions the team had the chance to bond and get together in one room, it definitely helped with the morale as Steve would think, and they have you to thank for that.

Everyone was just in time to see you walk out to the stage with your team and the opposing one. You were in your team jersey and arm sleeves with your teammates behind you in a straight line.

Tony woot-ed, plopping down next to Natasha. “Heard Y/N/N's team is going up against a brand new team roster. This should be a piece of cake for her, eh?”

Peter sat down beside him, looking at the said rival team with yours, all lined up on stage. “I don't know about that, Mr. Stark. One of them recently went viral after getting five aces on a ranked game. She's radiant, too.”

Admittedly, he also played VALORANT with you and Ned, but often miscalculates his strength as he frequently breaks his keyboard or mouse because of freaking out whenever he sees an enemy. His reflexes and fighting skills were better off used in real time.

“And Y/N/N's been on the top ten leaderboard for, what, six months?” Tony challenged, evidently confident in your skills.

The chatter on who's better than who died down when both teams sat down on their respective computers. Though it wasn’t that noticeable to most people, Natasha noticed it right away: you were wearing the necklace she gave you. You considered it your lucky charm.

After both teams chose the maps they wanted to ban and maps they wanted to play, the game started.

You mostly play the character - or agent - Killjoy. The agent reminded you so much of yourself from her overall vibe and game mechanic: she had utility to aid the whole team, from turrets to alarm bots, and an ultimate that conducts lockdowns on any part of the map. You were so used to that character that you even played her on maps she’s not very helpful at because you mastered everything about her, which made you stand out from other players as no one would dare use characters on maps they weren't good in. Gears were practically turning in your head as the game loaded.

Then, the first game commenced.

The Avengers always made noise whenever you got a kill, or whenever the casters praised you for outsmarting the opposing team, which Steve and Bucky appreciated because it was hard for them to distinguish whether or not you did something good.

Your team easily won the first game. The Avengers were now watching your tournament on the flat screen TV like a bunch of teenagers watching a romcom, all giddy and filled with anticipation.

“Look at that, 13-1? She’s insane." Bruce shook his head. A team needed to win at least 13 rounds to win, if it's neck and neck, 14, or they may choose to go into overtime.

“I’ve never seen Y/N play with that kind of aggression before; they don’t stand a chance.” Wanda pointed out. She liked to spectate from the side whenever you played at the compound, whenever she could.

Natasha’s lips turned upright when they replayed your team’s best moments. One included your one versus three clutch, in which you threw a taunting, questioning look at the opposing roster across the stage after you effortlessly took out three enemies on your own. It was like their heads weren’t in the game at all.

The team laughed when they showed the exact clip of your face camera mocking the other team across the room. Natasha liked that about you; sure you were reserved and shy in general, but she loved it when all your confidence just comes out while you’re out there.

Another clip was when you had a problem with communication, so you weren’t aware that there were enemies around. Your character didn’t stop running because of that and you were exposed to two enemies. You reacted fast and jumped, pulled out your vandal to shoot both of them in the face.

Tony clapped his hands together at that moment. “Let’s go. Let’s fucking go, Y/N/N.”

Natasha, not all that phased on your brilliant play, could still not contain the smile on her face as she plopped back down on the couch.

“What? Wait, hold on, how did she even-” Sam looked back at everyone while they reacted to the highlight. He didn’t exactly process what happened because you moved too fast.

“God reflexes,” Yelena shrugs, not looking away from the screen. Wanda laughs in agreement.

After a bit of commentary and commercials, it was on to the next match on a new map.

Now, Natasha did not know the difference between the multiple maps at all, but she did remember you mentioning that your weakest one had to do with ice.

The next match was on a map called Icebox.

So, she watched intently as your team took a little while during the agent selection. But in the end, you decided to go for Killjoy again. Natasha could only guess what you had in mind to pull off another win.

“This is highly unusual for [Team Name] Y/N, isn’t it? Right now she’s watching the flanks when we usually expect her to be out there with a duelist to try and take picks!” The caster exclaimed, looking at their partner caster. “She’s one of the strong sentinels who you would trust to be by your side - and look at that, she takes out two already, they did not expect anyone to be holding the flank!”

“But she's using Killjoy again - couldn't she have gone for Cypher or Sage? Then again, they already have Skye on their team.”

Even though you were trying to play smart in this map, you still hated it, it was your weakest one. Still good, but not all that great. The opposing team seemed to know the typical Killjoy strategy on the Icebox map. You got sniped every round and your setups were way too predictable to the opposing team.

Soon, the score was 4-10. It was definitely not good to be on the end of only winning four rounds. Your team had to win the remaining rounds or hope for the best and go to overtime, or you lose this game and go onto the third one which would be way nerve racking and increase the odds of losing.

“Intense match so far we've got here. With [Team Name] Y/N at the bottom of the leaderboard this just has to be a miracle for [Team Name] to get a second win and move on to the next round.”

“There's also a bit of a setback with her shots in the last few rounds. I guess this is when we get to see if she's learned a thing or two from her girlfriend, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “They honestly did not have to bring that up.”

The other commentator expressed confusion at their partner's comment.

“The Black Widow! [Team Name] Y/N's been dating her for the last couple years. Honestly, where have you been?”

Everyone groaned as they started bringing your dating life to the conversation when they should be sticking to the game. Tony chose to laugh it off to and ignore the annoyance, whereas Yelena mumbled, “Did they just turn into a morning show now?”

After everyone in your team died, you all decided to ask for a timeout to talk things out. While that was going on, the Avengers had their own timeout and were trying to talk about the game, or at least what they thought was happening.

“Okay, assuming we've all seen how this Killjoy character works, her character would make most sense if her utility was in Site A." Bruce said, in thought.

Vision, one of the smartest of the bunch, had not grasped the game mechanics that well over the hour and half of the tournament. "But why is that, Dr. Banner?"

“Site A is pretty cramped, while site B has a lot of space. Of course the opposing team would always go to B since Y/N’s character's utility can't place utilities in both sites, they only have limited range," Peter points to the map as soon as it's shown up close, the casters having their own separate conversation about it.

Bucky turned to a confused Steve and Sam, “I have no idea what they're talking about.”

“Where else would she put her chicken gun on site B, then?” Tony joined the conversation, talking about your character's utility placement.

“It’s,” Natasha sighed. “It’s not a chicken gun...”

“Well, that chicken gun slows down enemies, right? It would make sense if Y/N places those bomb thingies to instantly kill them.” Yelena said.

“Lena, I think Y/N is fairly capable of playing the game right,” Wanda chuckled.

“Then she should be winning.” Yelena said jokingly, chugging on her drink.

It was astonishing how a group of heroes are knowledgeable about a video game, just so they could follow what you enjoy doing. That's how much they adored you.

Clint entered the room and looked at the source of ruckus, absolutely sick of the discourse. He was aware of your tournament and has been probably spectating on different means. “They still get another match if they lose this one. It’s the best out of three.”

“I’m starting to think someone’s cheating, has anyone noticed that some of the opponent team instantly kill them with only one bullet?” Steve squinted.

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, it’s a tournament.”

“It’s because they hit them precisely on the head, Steve. Who wouldn’t die if they got shot in the head?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Me,” that came from Vision.

“You don’t count.”

They all turned back to the screen once the timeout timer ran out. Natasha could sense the tension in your team, just from the way you glanced across the stage… she could tell you were gonna have a different way of playing the remaining rounds. The screen turned to you stretching your neck from both sides, seriousness evident in your face as you clutched your mouse, ready for the game to resume.

“And we're back, and it seems that [Team Name] had enough time to come up with a different game plan. We've got one duelist camping B, one on mid, and look at [Team Name] Y/N's utility. She's got her alarm bot and nano-swarms over on A, but her turret is on B as she's over by tunnel to keep it active.”

“Again, I have no idea what he's talking about.” Bucky shrugged, crossed his arms and kept his eyes on the screen.

After fixing your team's strategy, all that was left was to deliver with accurate shots and stay alive as much as possible. By the end of a few rounds, with your team’s communication and teamwork flawless than ever, the score was 12-11. Your team only had to win one more time to officially win.

At this point, Yelena and Wanda were loudly reacting to the gameplay, Sam and Tony were howling, rooting for you. Clint ended up setting himself on one of the sofa's arms, invested in the match.

Natasha was on the edge of her seat, clutching the couch cushions. She couldn’t help but chuckle when they showed your reaction momentarily, clearly breathless and eyes wide, fist bumping your teammates seated beside you.

“Oh, what a comeback! The most intense so far, am I right?” The caster exclaimed.

“[Team Name] only has to win one more round before moving on to the next part of this tournament!”

The last round wasn’t exactly in your team’s favor in the half. Three of your team got killed already, only two of you remaining and the five of the enemy team. The rival team obviously did not want to hand over the win that easily.

After the call of another successful kill by the opposing team, you were the last one standing against a full set of players. You would either have to clutch up the round or go into overtime.

Clint perked up, pulling out his wallet. “Alright, who wants to get the bets started?” He asked, placing down a crisp fifty dollar bill on the coffee table. “Y/N wins the game.”

They all stopped to look at him as if he was a madman.

“C’mon, Barton, it’s one versus five.” Sam pointed out.

“So what? Am I the only one who believes in Y/N here? Oh, Nat, you better start placing fifties.”

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, not once wanting to bet on or against her girl. Her eyes glued to the screen in which your character is cautiously checking if the area is clear to plant the bomb.

But Tony pulled out the same type of bill from his wallet, placing it on top of the archer's money.

“Mr. Stark, you do realize you're betting against-” Peter started.

“Hush, spiderling. Watch the game.” Tony brushed him off and watched the screen intently.

Tony was proud of you, truly. But it would also be funny to tease you lovingly when you go home as a loser.

You set up your utility, kind of surprised the whole enemy team went to the other site in which they thought you were heading. They did not leave anyone behind to make sure, as per your cautious scan of the area before settling. After checking all angles again, with thirty seconds to spare, you planted the spike.

“This is a dangerous game to play. She has to hold a lot of angles by herself, they could come in from anywhere.”

The spike continued to beep, which added a lot more tension among the Avengers. Natasha alternated from looking at the actual game to your face camera, of which was the only one left colored. You kept pacing at one of the hiding places, waiting for the slightest noise or actions from the other team.

You decided to peek at one of the entrances to the site once, the Jett with an operator narrowly missed your head so you took the opportunity to blast her head off. Afterwards, your alarm bot from the other side of your hiding place went off, so you went and peeked quickly, managing to pick off another player from the opposite team. Two down, three to go.

The Avengers erupted in noise. Sam and Peter were losing their minds, Bucky and Steve had amazed grins on their faces, and Natasha was clinging on to Yelena and Fanny like a fangirl trying to contain herself.

“What was that?!”

“She's a god!”

“My god, this is way too intense for me.”

Both commentators erupted in surprised glee as well. “A double kill from [Team Name] Y/N! The others are slowly making their way into the site, what will she do?!”

A Sova fired a dart to hopefully reveal your location on the map, but you were too quick to shoot it down to cancel it. But, the Sova spotted you anyway, and was able to shoot you until you were at only 50 HP.

You hid again and recalled your turret, placing it on top of the wall in front of you before sneaking your way to the opposite side. It could watch your back while you attempt to peek on the other side to surprise your enemies.

That move managed to catch one of the other players trying to sneak in as well, and you killed them off with ease. Three down, two to go.

“Down goes [Player Name]! Sova and Yoru are still on the lookout, it's like an intense version of hide & seek up in here!”

Barely anyone was talking now, all eyes on the enormous screen.

“Y/N has her ult!” Peter pointed out.

That you did, as your third kill managed to unlock enough points for it. Aware of its availability, you hurried off to the perfect spot to plant it to cover almost the entire site, still hidden from your enemies. Killjoy's voice rang through the game, saying 'Initiated!', when you planted her ultimate.

“What's that? What's happening?” Steve asked.

“Well, it's called 'lockdown', so I'm assuming it's locking off the area within its perimeter... trapping everyone inside...” Bruce said, lost in thought because of the game.

The Yoru activated their ultimate in time with yours, and you were now twice as cautious, looking around for blue swirls of the duelist to avoid getting sniped easily. He tried to blind you, but you were quick to move your view away from the flash to avoid it. Stupidly, the Yoru's ultimate ran out while trying to destroy your lockdown, so you killed them without hesitation. Four down, one to go.

Clint cackled at the turn of events while the others continued to freak out, teasing Tony, a billionaire, on losing a fifty-dollar bet. “What did I tell you, Stark?! What did I tell you?!”

The spike's beeps started getting faster and you could finally see the finish line. But, you were still cautious as they still had more than enough time to defuse if they managed to kill you.

“You know, [Team Name] Y/N could just leave the site at this point. It's game over for [Rival Team Name].”

“Ah, don't speak too soon there! [Team Name] Y/N's now inspecting the outer corners of the site, unaware of [Rival Team Name] [Player]'s sneaky entrance - and she's placed a smoke down, ready to defuse!”

Of course you were unaware of the opponent's whereabouts. But, you did hear the defuse sound go off for a second. With that, you head back, holding a grenade to throw near the area of the spike.

“She's got this in the bag.” Sam said in content.

After a few seconds, the defusing sound started up again, but you were certain that the grenade you set off did some damage to your opponent on top of the information you got from your teammates before they died.

You started to jiggle-peek from your spot, clearly visible from your opponent's perspective, so they had no choice but to stop defusing the spike to try and shoot you.

Unfortunately, they did a number on you, so you decided to go around. Once the cooldown reset on your turret, you placed it down on one side for intel. With only 20 HP left, you snuck up to the other side of the obstacle to hopefully pull off a knife kill for the finale.

“This game is way more intense than I thought.” Bucky spoke thoughtfully amidst the suspense-filled silence.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh my god, she's got her knife out.” Natasha said in disbelief, watching your character sneak up behind your opponent whose back is facing you.

“So?”

“Just wait for it.” Natasha bit her lip, knowing fully well how you always prefer a devastating way to end a match.

The commentators were freaking out, a combination of “no's”, “don't do this”, and “not like this” rang through the Avengers' speakers. It was considered devastating in the VALORANT community to be killed in game with a knife instead of a gun or anything else. The opponent is oblivious, having already defused half of the spike, but they didn't know what would soon come.

You strike your knife at their head, killing them instantly, the spike left undefused. The game graphics became slow motion while the screen flashed green with 'VICTORY' in the middle of it all. You stood up almost immediately, proud of your savage last kill, fist-bumping all your teammates.

“AN ACE FROM [Team Name] Y/N! [Team Name] IS GOING TO THE MASTERS!”

You hugged your team as well before turning to the camera nearest to you, blowing hot air onto the lens, and tracing a heart followed by a cheeky grin and a wink.

“Yup, she's a Stark alright!”

Roars and cheers emitted from the commentators, the present audience, and the Avengers. Sam yelled and everyone followed, but the loudest one was Clint, who then swooped down to collect his cash prize for winning the bet. Tony didn't care at all, laughing along with the others; he had something new to brag about his kid. Natasha's cheeks flushed, as they always did when it came to you.

“SHE WON!”

“I'll get the booze!”

“In your face, Stark!”

“Cap, you stepped on my foot!”

Natasha unlocked her phone to take a quick picture of the livestream of the heart you drew on the camera, as well as of the stage displaying all of your team's headshots with an abundance of confetti almost covering it. All she wanted now was to call you, but she knew you probably had interviews and post-game rituals with your team, and she had champagne to drink with her own team in celebration of you.

The next morning, on a quick flight back home, the first thing that caught your attention was Natasha's Instagram story of the tournament. Your family supported and watched the tourney for you, as the following slides of her story consisted of the team chugging on champagne, Clint showing off an apparent bet that he won, and Peter and Sam posing in front of the TV when your face camera was shown up close.

Smiling, you liked her stories and replied with 'Thank you for supporting me, my love. I'll see you all soon'.

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natashaslesbian · 4 months

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Nats daughter is going on her first mission and it doesn't go well. She's hurt and lost somewhere until Nat finds her and brings her back home

Send Out An Army

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Natasha was beside herself with worry. Her one and only baby girl off on her first solo mission. You’d been arguing with her for weeks, trying to convince her you were ready. It was only natural that she was worried but you had gone through the academy training just like everyone else. Natasha finally agreed to let you go when she sat in on your training session with Steve and you managed to knock him on his ass three times. You left a few hours ago and so far Nat had tried training, reading and even resorted to doing her paperwork to keep her distracted. She was in her office now, trying her best to keep her eyes off the clock.

It was quiet in Natasha’s office, so the sound of her mobile ringing took her by surprise. An unknown number appeared on the screen so Nat was skeptical about answering. She brought the phone up to her ear whispering a hello and listening to the crackle coming from the other end. “Hello?” Natasha asked again, being met with the same silence. She was about to hang up when a small voice called through “mama?” It whispered. “Y/n?” Natasha said, pulling the phone back up to her ear “baby are you okay?” She asked with a panicked voice. “Hurts mommy” you mumbled “what hurts baby? What’s happened where are you?” Natasha frantically asked as she made her way to find Tony and the rest of the team. “Lost” you coughed through the phone.

Natasha came bounding down the stairs where she met Clint and Steve in the kitchen. “Natasha?” Clint said, seeing the fear in his best friends eyes. “Y/n baby talk to me, where are you? What hurts?” The redhead said as she dragged the boys down the hall with her. “I don’t know mama” you cried as Natasha switched her phone to loud speaker “baby have you activated your tracker?” Your mom asked as Clint filled Tony in best he could of the situation. “Lost it. I’m scared mommy” you mumbled. “It’s alright sweetie we’re gonna find you I promise” Natasha cooed down the phone. “Stark where is she?” Steve asked as he joined Tony at the computers. “I’m not sure, somewhere in Bulgaria” he said. “How can you not know where?” Steve said frantically “it’s not standard procedure only Fury knows the exact location” Tony said, trying his best to hack into S.H.I.E.L.Ds files as quickly as possible. “Then call Fury!” Clint shouted.

You began coughing loudly over the phone “mommy” you cried. “It’s okay baby girl take some deep breaths for me alright we’re gonna find you” Natasha said as calmly as she could. Tony continued to scan the files as Steve headed off to gather the rest of the team and prepare the quinjet. “Mm tired” you said through the phone “y/n I need you to stay awake for me okay sweetheart” Natasha said, fighting back her tears. “Y/n?” She questioned when you failed to answer her “y/b baby talk to me” she pleaded. “Tony find her now!” Clint shouted, taking the phone from Nats hand “y/n its uncle Clint, can you tell me where you are? What’s around you bug?” He asked, pleading for you to respond. The silence was deafening as the three waited desperately for your voice to come back through the phone. “She’s in Yambol!” Tony cheered as he finally cracked your location “okay Steve’s on the jet let’s go” Clint said. “She’s dead I know she is” Natasha cried “hey don’t go there yet, we’re gonna find her” Clint comforted as he guided the redhead to the jet.

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It felt like weeks you had been lying in the grass, the sharp pain had long ago turned into a dull ache and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Your cries fell into the open space and you fought to keep your breath, the warm pool of blood being the only thing keeping away the cold. “Mom” you whined into the empty space, pleading for your mother to come and find you. You held on for as long as you could until your eyes finally fluttered closed. In your last consciousness your ears began to ring, sounding like a small crunch of leaves along the ground. Your mind started playing tricks on you, the sound of your mom calling echoing through your head.

Your shoulders began to shake and a soft hand against your cheek pulled you back into reality. “Y/n come on open your eyes baby” a familiar voice called. “Mommy?” You mumbled as you pealed open your eyes “I’m here sweetie, mamas got you” Natasha cooed as she lent over you protectively. “You found me” you smiled up at your mom “yeah we did baby” Nat said as she gently stroked your hair “we?” You sleepily asked. “Hey kid” Clint said as he came to your side and began tending to the open wound on your abdomen “we’re gonna get you home alright” he said. You groaned as your uncle pressed down on your injury, quietly crying out in pain. “Shhh sweet girl it’s ok, you’re okay now” Natasha comforted you “thought I was gonna die mama” you weakly said.

Natasha lent her body down beside yours to give you a tight hug, avoiding your wound “oh my baby I’m so sorry” she said. “I should never have let you come this is all my fault” your mom cried. You slowly reached up your hand to wipe away your mamas tears “no mommy” you whispered “you saved me” Natasha took your hand in hers and gently kissed it. You cried out again as Clint pressed down on your abdomen “sorry kiddo” he empathised “so tired” you groaned, eyelids fluttering closed “no no come on sweetie keep your eyes open for us ok” Natasha pleaded “you’re gonna be alright baby we’re gonna get you home” your mom cooed. You tried to keep your eyes open but being back in your mamas arms you couldn’t help but bask in her comfort. Before long you lost the battle, falling into unconsciousness. “we need to get her to the jet” Clint said to Natasha.

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You felt a gentle scratch along your scalp as you began to wake up, unsure of where you were and almost who you were, until you opened your eyes. “Hey baby girl” Natasha said as she rose to her feet by your side. Her red hair was messy with loose pieces falling by her face, the bags under her eyes were a give away as to how long you had been out. “Mommy” you croaked out “you look tired” you said. Natasha let out a small laugh as a stray tear fell from her eye “oh y/n, I’m okay I promise, you’re the one who needs looking after right now” she said “we look after each other mama” you smiled, attempting to sit up but stopping as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, reminding you off why you were in the infirmary. You sighed loudly as Natasha softly took a hold of you “easy baby, just lie back ok” she said as she helped you to lay back down “you get some rest ok, we’ll talk later when you’re properly awake” your mom said as she placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was a few hours later when you woke up again, your mom still sitting by your side. “There’s my girl” Natasha said “look who’s here to see you” she said as she pointed to the man on the other side of your bed. “Uncle Clint” you smiled “thanks…for what you did” you said sadly “hey none of that” Clint said as he saw your eyes well up “don’t you dare go blaming yourself kiddo, missions go wrong, whatever happened wasn’t your fault” he said. “It was” you cried “what did happen sweetie?” Your mom asked. “The brief said the facility was abandoned, but when I got there it was crawling with agents” you began, your mom placed a comforting hand over your own. “I set off the alarm trying to get in through the back door, I tried to get away and I thought I’d managed but when I stopped in the woods an agent came up behind me. I didn’t think he had any weapons so I fought him without mine but he pulled out a knife. I fell down when he cut me and I thought he was gonna kill me but they called him back to the facility” you sobbed.

Natasha felt the anger rise in her chest “the brief was wrong?” She asked “imma kill Fury” she said, answering her own question. “Mommy don’t go” you called after her as she headed for the door. “I’ll go, you stay here” Clint said as he guided Natasha back over to your bed “you’re not as scary as me” she giggled as she sat back down with you “no” Clint said “but the least I can do is warn Fury of angry mama Nat” he said as he pulled the door closed. Your mom turned her full attention back to you as she sat next to you on the bed “I’m here baby girl” she cooed “it wasn’t your fault ok” she said as she brushed your hair away from your face. You dropped your gaze, still feeling guilty despite what Natasha said. “Hey” your mom said as she lifted up your chin “I am so proud of you” she said “why? I failed” you whimpered. “I’m not talking about the mission, I’m proud of you y/n” Natasha said, leaving a soft kiss on your hairline.

“How did you find me?” You sleepily asked “Tony hacked into S.H.I.E.L.Ds data base” Natasha said. “He did?” You questioned “yeah he did” Nat answered “everyone was so worried “I’ve never seen Bruce move so fast” your mom giggled. You let out a small laugh at the thought. “I didn’t think they’d all come” you said “I knew you’d find me mama but I didn’t think everyone else would come to get me” you mumbled, almost falling asleep again. “They’re your family baby, of course they’d come” your mom cooed “you know they care about you right?” Natasha asked “I know” you smiled up at her “you’ve got a whole army of love and protection behind you y/n, don’t ever forget that” Nat said as she tucked you up in your baby blanket, she made sure you had it the second the team brought you to the medical bay. “Rest up okay baby” your mom cooed. “Can you read to me mommy? Please?” You asked with half closed eyes. “You never have to ask twice sweetie” Natasha said as she pulled your book from her bag, another essential she’d grabbed along with your blanket. Her soft voice lulled you into a comfortable and deep sleep. The deepness with which she spoke her words causing a gentle hum throughout the room. Your mom continued to read long after you had fallen asleep, comforting both you and herself.

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elizabethsnuts · 8 months

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My idea is winterwidow's daughter meeting Clint's children‼️‼️‼️or maybe staying with uncle Clint while mom and dad going on a mission‼️‼️‼️

Uncle Clint

WinterWidow x Daughter!reader

Summary: Your Mama and Daddy had to go on a mission but Uncle Clint is there to take care of you.

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Natasha and Bucky were getting ready to leave for their mission, their gear on and their stuff packed. They were standing at the front door of the Barton homestead, their little 2-year-old daughter Y/N clinging onto Natasha's leg.

Your little lip wobbled as you looked up at Natasha, your big blue eyes filled with tears. “No Mama no! Don’t go!” You couldn’t understand why your parents had to leave you. Of course, you loved your uncle Clint and his family it’s just that you did miss your mama and daddy when they went away on missions.

Natasha looked down at you and frowned. “I know sweetheart but Mama and Daddy have to go. We’ll be back soon, I promise.”

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About 10 minutes of screaming and crying later, you eventually let go of Natasha and said goodbye to her and Bucky. Clint picked you up and put you on his hip, hoping that Lila would cheer you up.

Clint looked down at you and rubbed your back. “Would you like to go play dollies with Lila? would that make you feel better?”

You nodded your head and Clint put you down onto your two feet. You hesitated for a second but made your climb up the stairs and towards Lila’s room.

You stood at the door of Lila’s room, your little hands grasping your jumper while you shifted from foot to foot in nervousness.

“Lila, I play dollies with you?” Your little voice asked from the doorway.

Lila looked up from her spot on her floor, dolls in hand. She nodded her head eagerly “Of course! You can be this dollie!” Lila held up a blonde-haired doll with green eyes and a red dress. Your face lit up with a smile

“Okay!” You grinned and sat down next to Lila, gently taking the doll from her hands

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Dinner time was a breeze, you sat next to Cooper and Lila at the table. You had steak and vegetables, the steak was cut into little pieces so it was easier for your little teeth to chew. You ate it all with no problem except for the broccoli which took you a bit longer to eat.

When you finished your bath and bedtime arrived, Clint took you into the spare room where the crib he had put back together for when you came to visit and your overnight bag was. You opened up your bag and were expecting to find your stuffed giraffe and other bedtime comforters but only saw your baby blanket and pacifier. You looked up a Clint with an upset frown.

“Where’s Gigi?” You whimpered and tipped your bag over, hoping she was buried somewhere under your clothes but she wasn’t.

Tears started forming in your eyes as your beloved friend wasn’t in sight. “Uncle Clint! Can’t find Gigi!” You cried

Clint quickly picked you up and started to search the bag. “It’s alright Y/N, we’ll find her. She’ll be here somewhere.”

You and Clint spent about 20 minutes looking for Gigi until Laura came into the room with a clean and fluffy stuffed giraffe, she smiled at you.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just washed her for you. She got all dirty when you were playing outside today, but she’s all clean now and ready for bed!”

Your blue eyes lit up with relief and excitement, you cuddled Gigi tightly to your chest. “Thanks, Aunty Laura!”

Clint tucked you into the crib, your pacifier in your mouth along with your baby blanket and of course, Gigi. You fell asleep peacefully knowing that your Mama and Daddy would be back tomorrow to come pick you up.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #buckynat #daughter!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #winterwidow #winterwidow x daughter!reader #bucky barnes x baby!reader #natasha romanoff x baby!reader #clint barton #buckynat x daughter!reader

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literaryavenger · 8 months

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Unleash your inner Avenger Masterlist

- On-going series -

Summary: This is how I see the MCU going if Reader was in it.

Warnings: MCU spoilers. Language. Mentions of death, fighting and use of firearms. My poor attempts at being funny. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Part 2 | Part 3

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Ant-man

Captain America: Civil War | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Black Panther

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like 🥺✋

Ohana means family

Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)

A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.

Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.

But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.

Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.

You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.

Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.

Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.

Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.

There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.

Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.

Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.

A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.

But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.

But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.

If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.

On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.

Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.

Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.

I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.

You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.

I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..

I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.

Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.

Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.

You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.

I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.

For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.

Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.

Your basically to her what Tony was to you.

When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.

This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.

#marvel headcanons #marvel imagines #Marvel x reader #Avengers x reader #Tony stark #Steve Rogers #Natasha romanoff #Clint barton #Bruce banner #Thor #Steve Rogers x daughter!readers #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Tony stark x reader #Headcanons #Preferences #Marvel preferences #Ro #Romanogers

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL *MINOR TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death, implied suicide, mourning

ANGST/FLUFF

Request: Hello could you do tony x daughter genius reader wherein she loves solving crime kinda sherlock Holmes and she mostly solve it. The avengers are trying to recruit her but she refused because she love solving crime and it wear off the boredom. The avengers especially her father are worried at reader whenever the reader didn't eat nor sleep or even in the tower for couple of days and thinking something is wrong but sure the reader is solving hard cases. Anyway something happened while solving the crime, the reader (kinda like sherlock) was face to choose between her life or her loves and so she fake her death and the avwngers are devastated. No one knows she's alive till three or four years later. Hehehehhe

The mood of everyone since the morning started had been off, and no one was addressing it. Everyone went on with their days, doing their jobs, meetings, training, planning for future missions, but there was a tension in the air, and Tony was a lot quiter than usual. More passive, off in a daydream, but no one asked if he was alright. They didn’t have to.

They knew he wasn’t alright. Why would he be? It was the third anniversary of the death of you, his daughter. It wasn’t a natural death- something anyone saw coming and could prepare for. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere, surprising everyone. And the worst part? It wasn’t even an accident.

No one knew the exact details about what happened that day. You were acting strange- but that was just you everyday, being secretive, getting into trouble that Tony didn’t know the full extent of until days or weeks or months after it was all over, usually you putting yourself in insane amounts of danger to solve a criminal case, each time never failing to driving your poor father insane with worry. But in hindsight, the team couldn’t deny you were being even more secretive, more paranoid, more shut off then usual. The last time any of them saw you asleep in the tower before your death was 3 days prior, and none had seen you ate for at least a day before, being consumed in your work and thoughts, but they never got the chance to ask what was happening to offer help because you left the tower the night prior to your death, and the last time anyone heard from you, was when you called your dad to tell him you were sorry, and goodbye.

Tony had spent the last 3 years trying to figure out what the case you were working on was. There was no doubt that your death was linked to it in some way. However, you hadn’t told him much, and no matter how many times he flipped your old room upside down or had FRIDAY scan your electronics for anything, or keep track of every single contact in your phone and friend on social media for any suspicious behaviour, there wasn’t many leads, and those leads dried up in a year. You told no one what you were investigating, you covered your tracks thoroughly, and if you had taken any notes about your findings, you hid them so well not even a genius, and more importantly your father, could find out where you had put them. No traces. No leads. No idea on what led you to the decision to die that day, and so seemingly out of nowhere. The end result was nothing but questions, and your dad who was trying to act like nothing happened- somewhere between you’re still alive and just somewhere living such a normal quiet life- totally not your style- to the point where he had nothing to tell the others about and so didn’t speak about you, and acting like you never existed in the first place, but spending every night looking for anything to give him answers.

Despite the clear discomfort and tension amongst everyone in the room, everyone tried to act like it was a normal day. Everyone consciously tried to not look at Tony more often than they usually would, stayed on track with their conversations, and Tony kept his head down and was quieter than he usually was as Maria was briefing the group about some leads they got from their last mission. However, after Maria paused to switch slides, the quiet but identifiable buzzing of a vibrating phone was heard, and everyone stopped and looked amongst each other before Tony felt his pocket, and eyes went to him. “Sorry.” He apologised with a fake smile as he dug into his pocket, retrieving the phone and looked at who he was, then froze, the smile fading immediately. Everyone tensed as Tony stared at the screen of his phone. Bruce, who was sat closest to Tony, peaked over his shoulder, before his eyes widened and he looked at everyone in a panicked rush before turning back to Tony.

“T-Tony-” Was all he was able to get out before Tony stood abruptly, leaving the room, and putting the phone to his ear. Everyone looked at Bruce in stunned silence, knowing he was was the only one in the room to give answers to what just happened. Bruce gulped, before he opened his mouth again. “It was Y/N. Y/N was calling him.”

“Who the hell is this and how did you get my daughter’s phone?” Tony stopped in the empty hallway, but his voice, while a growl, was still a whisper. He could feel his hands shaking, pumping with adrenaline. Despite the fact that you were long gone, Tony kept your phone. He paid the bill for it to remain active, kept it tucked in a drawer in your room between clothes where he couldn’t hear the vibration so he could call your number and hear your voicemail and for a moment believe you’d pick up, and just to hear your voice so he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. At this point the words ‘Hi this is Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Don’t call again, I’ll call you maybe’ were the crispest words he could recall in your voice. He only got the phone out once a week to charge it back up.

“Dad, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” The voice on the phone responded to him. You. It was you. Even the tone in your voice was the same- somewhere between tired and annoyed, but Tony long knew you usually didn’t actually feel the way your voice sounded. Despite this, Tony couldn’t help but doubt. This had to be a trap. Someone pretending to mess with him. “Sorry for… what I did. I really wish I could have done it differently, given you some piece of mind, but trust me, it was the only way.” You told him, and Tony couldn’t help the small scoff escaping him. This had to be a trick, unless he was somehow talking to your ghost? As if.

“Prove it’s you.” He said simply, and he heard you chuckle.

“I knew you’d say that. I’m coming into the tower now. FRIDAY is about to alert you. Let me in.” You told him and hung up. Tony dropped the phone to his side, and waited. Waited for FRIDAY to activate, to speak. After a second, nothing happened, and Tony sighed, closing his eyes. It was a trick. A sick trick of some sort-

“Mr Stark?” The voice of the AI made Tony’s eyes snap open. “I don’t know how to explain this, but your daughter is downstairs and wants access to the elevator to meet with you. Shall I activate security and lockdown?” She asked him.

“No. Let her come up.” Tony answered, turning and starting to head back down the hallway, using the wall to stabilise himself. Ahead of him, the door to the meeting room opened, everyone stepping out and seeing him, Steve stepped forward, putting a hand on Tony’s arm. They were expecting an angry Tony, one who would snap at Cap, tell him to get his hands off of him, that some sick individual had called him as a joke, or that someone else had gotten your phone number and somehow called him on accident or something- not Tony, so pale they thought he was dying, seemingly in deep shock and not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Tony what happened?” Steve asked, holding the man up.

“It was her. She… she’s in the elevator now, she’s going to be here any second-” He told them.

“It’s probably a trap, everyone be ready.” Natasha spoke up, and everyone moved out of the hallway to the large open lounge area where the elevator’s opened to, and they waited. Tony forced Steve to take him as well, not sure who to believe. It sounded just like you. But you’re dead. Who else could be in the elevator? But you’ve been gone for three years.

After a short period of time, the elevator was heard reaching the floor, and everyone tensed as the door opened. Everyone stared as you stepped out. Completely fine. Your eyes scanned each of the avengers, before they landed on your dad. Your head tilted, your shoulders slumping, and you sighed. “Hi dad.”

Tony carefully pulled Steve off of him, walking slowly over to you until he stood over you, taking in all your features- making sure they were all correct. Little features only a parent would notice about their child, things that even a clone would fail to adopt. They were all there. Tony raised his arm and put it on your shoulder, and when his hand didn’t go straight through you like a hallucination or a hologram, he pulled you towards him into a hug. It was only when you wrapped your arms around him did he finally digest that you were actually here, and he lost his breath. “How? How are you here?” He asked as he clung to you.

“Where the hell have you been, kid?” Clint asked. “We all thought you were dead. You faked your own death for three years- why are you back now?” He asked. You pulled away from your dad to look at everyone again, before looking at your dad, who also very clearly wanted answers.

“It was related to your case, right?” Tony asked, and you nodded. “What happened?”

“Something unexpected happened. Someone, somehow, had the upper hand on me, and they made a very clear and very real threat that I had to take seriously and act quickly to get control of the situation back.”

“Y/N, stop being vague. You’ve been gone 3 years, I want answers, not another riddle to decipher.” Tony scorned at you, getting an annoyed look from you, before you responded.

“I thought I was up against a singular person, but I quickly realised it was multiple people, and then I found out that was an entire organisation, and the head of it all made it clear that they had the man power to make the threat to kill you and anyone I care about.” You explained, looking directly at Tony, before you turned to the others. “And you all too. They sent evidence to me that they had people tracking your every move and at any point if I didn’t do as they said, they could kill you immediately. I had to do as they say.”

“What did they want you to do?” Tony asked, this time his voice a lot calmer, though there was some veiled anger- not at you- in his voice.

“To die.” You answered, shortly, and quickly everyone realised exactly what had happened. “So I did. I had to make it look as real as possible, and also make sure no one could trace what I had been doing so they wouldn’t go after you for knowing things and making everything I did be for nothing. So, I died, they thought they had nothing to worry about anymore, and they went on with their ventures, and I got to work on getting under their skin without them realising. As of 2 hours ago, that case is officially closed. News reports will be rolling in soon, but I don’t know when or even if I can ‘come back to life’. But… I had to let you know as soon as it was safe to do so, that I’m alive and okay. And I’m sorry.” You explained.

“You were… undercover, this entire time? Did you do it alone?” Tony asked. You shook your head.

“I had a small group of people who knew bits and pieces of what I was doing but no one knew the full image, so even if they were compromised, I’d still have an upper hand, luckily it never got to that point, but other than them, yes, I was alone 95% of the time.” You explained to him.

“Anyone we know?” Natasha asked, clearly hinting to Maria or Fury, but you shook your head.

“None of the people I worked with have any ties back to any of you. Like I said, I covered all traces. None of the people I worked with even knew of me being a Stark.” You told her.

“So you solved the case. What now?” Thor asked. Your eyes moved to look back at your dad.

“I need to continue to lay low for a while, might need a bit of the help of SHIELD to expose the information I have as to why the actions I did were the right course, and I can’t just come back- I’ve been dead three years, that’ll be breaking news and easy to tie back to the case if it’s found out too early. So I’m going to lay low, keep my head down… no cases for quite a while. Consider it a holiday.”

“How about that vacation house I used to take you to all the time when you were little? In the middle of nowhere. Also means I can come say hi for a few weeks and we can catch up.” Tony offered, and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds good. When we get there I can tell you all about the look on that idiot’s face when he realised I wasn’t dead and I was about to make him the dead one.”

“Alright maybe don’t admit to murder until we can get you cleared of charges.” Tony said, pushing you back to the elevator to take you home to gather what you needed, the dynamic of you oversharing or saying something inappropriate and him having to draw you back in or reprimand falling back into place so easily. Like you were never gone.

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juiles · 2 years

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Mama will always protect you.

Summary: You are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Dreykov wanted you. After saving you and Yelena, she struggles with you having a flashback.

Type: angst with a little fluff

Age: 11 then 12

Triggers: Red Room, torture, mentions of blood, panic attacks, flashbacks, meltdown, screaming.

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You sat against the wall of the cell you had been kept in for the last 6 months. Your head was pounding and you could feel the blood pooling in your lap from the newest broken nose. You were taken by the red room as “payback” from your mother getting the two of you out of there.

A loud bang and a vicious laugh could be heard as you slowly sat up wiping the blood from your nose to see Dreykov. He was holding a laptop which he sat on the bed opposite you and flipped the screen up revealing your mother, uncle clint, aunt laura and aunt wanda staring at you with wide eyes.

“Mama…” You croaked out with a crooked smile. “Hi…”

“Oh detka…” Your mom said, voice hoarse with tears before the two of you snapped your heads towards Dreykov who chuckled.

“My best widow. Ruined by love.” He said looking at Nat who was rough. Her hair was in a messy bun, her eyes were hollow, she looked pale.

“Mama… take care-“ You were interrupted by a coughing fit, you pulled your hand back revealing a small pool of blood in your palm. “Take care of yourself. Please…” You looked up at her with wide eyes. “Aunt laura… don’t let her-“

“I know baby. I won’t.” Laura interrupted you in a sad voice. You felt a slap on your cheek, hearing your mother growl slightly before you looked up at the man who you despised.

“Love is-“

“For children.” You spat, a russian accent showing in your voice. “я не идиот.” You glared at the man with a look your mom didn’t recognize.

(i’m not an idiot)

“Don’t fail the next mission Widow.” He spat back slamming the laptop shut and turning out of the cell slamming the gate closed.

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It was another 6 months before your family was finally able to track you, you had been trained as a widow again, Yelena being by your side, neither of you knowing who the other was. When your family officially took down the red room, they were able to save both you and the blonde.

You were both still under the serum so had to be cuffed. You didn’t even recognize your own mother. On the quinjet, Yelena pulled a serum out from her pocket and sprayed the two of you making everyone panic momentarily before you looked around confused.

“как я сюда попал?” You questioned before finally landing your eyes on Yelena and a smile grew on your face. “Yelena!” You cheered throwing yourself into her arms, making the older woman run your back hugging you.

(How did i get here?)

You heard someone shift around and immediately sat up straight, your head hanging down making Yelena take your hand gently. “It’s okay y/n/n. It’s just my sestra. She’s here to save us…”

You looked up slightly through your eyelashes glancing at the blonde before your eyes shifted over to a redhead sitting in front of you. Your eyes widened and a grin plastered itself on your face. “MAMA!”

You threw your body into hers, her arms instantly wrapping around you, one hand instantly cradling the back of your head, the other hand rubbing circles on your back. “Ох моя любовь.” She muttered into your ear. “Мама извини, что так долго.”

(“oh my love” “mama is sorry it took so long”)

“No it’s okay mama… you saved me… and Lena!” You pulled back with a smile on your face as tears run down it. She covered your face in kisses with a smile.

“I did baby…” She smiled and looked over at Yelena who had a confused look on her face. “Yelena… I know you kept her safe for a year but I want you to officially meet my daughter…”

“Wait… Lena is my aunt…? This is aunt yelena?” You asked looking back at your mom. “That explains why i was so attached to you…” You muttered looking at Yelena.

“Wow…” Yelena muttered looking between the two of you. “How have I not noticed the similarities?”

“Mama… is- is he gone…?” You turned looking at her, no emotions in your face.

Natasha studied your face, noticing all the new scars and the lack of emotions. “Detka… how are you feeling?”

Your face fell completely flat as you pulled away from her sitting up straight. Yelena quickly pulled your hands into hers.

“It’s not him. It’s your mama.” Natasha noticed your breathing had quickened and your eyes haze over. “Come on. I can’t help her!”

“I can. She’s having a panic attack.” Natasha jumped in, Laura jumping up as well. You were pulled into the redheads arms and a blanket was being placed over your head. A soft humming was heard and before Yelena knew it, you had settled down and were clinging to her shirt. “You’re okay malyshka. Mamas got you. I am never letting you go again.”

“Don’t! don’t say that! you can’t promise that!” You wailed burying into her neck more. “Mama you can’t keep that promise but i want you to stay! I don’t wanna go back! Please don’t make me go back!”

You yelled now hitting her chest with your fists. You flailed out of her arms screaming falling to the floor as you continued to scream. They couldn’t blame you. You were only 12. “I don’t like him! I hate him! I want my mama! I want mama!!! Take me back to my mama!!! MAMA!!!”

Natasha sat frozen in her seat as she stared at you, unsure what to do. Her green eyes were wide as you threw yourself around. Laura and Wanda both instantly jumped into action. Laura pulled your flailing body into hers and Wanda put soft memories into your head. You calmed down and your arms wrapped around her neck as your screams turned into sobs. You inhaled the familiar scent of your aunt and your sobs turned into hiccups. “Auntie Laura… want mama… i want mama…”

“Mama is right there peanut… mama is here safe just like you…” You sniffled clinging to her shirt, your head slowly turning to face the direction of your mama. You locked eyes with her and hiccuped. “See? Right there peanut. Mama is right there.”

“Mama…” You mumbled the growing need to throw yourself into her arms physically hurting you but unsure if she wants you too. A year of torture from Dreykov telling you that she doesn’t care clearly beating the 11 years of her showing unconditional love.

Natasha let out a sob and Laura instantly passed your shaking frame to her and the redhead wrapped her arms around you again. “My love… oh my sweet baby… Mama is here. I will protect you. Mama will always protect you.”

#yelena belova #yelena x platonic!reader #yelena x niece!reader #natasha romanov #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers imagine #scarlett johansson #marvel imagine #laura barton #clint barton #wanda maximoff #y/n romanoff #elizabeth olsen #mcu imagine

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 11 months

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You Don't Mess With Y/N, Part 3

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 is out now!

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to part 1 and part 2

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thewidowsghost · 11 months

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Happy Holidays (Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader) - Chapter 18

Series Masterlist

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"Well, there's uh . . ." Kate begins from the back of the cab, "one more thing we should worry about."

"Yeah? What's that?" Clint asks.

"Um . . . Do you remember the girl from last night, the one in the mask?" Kate asks.

"Uh huh," Clint says, looking across (Y/n) and at Kate.

"Um, we spoke to her," Kate goes on, and she and (Y/n) exchange a look. "She said she's Natasha's sister."

"Yelena?" Clint mutters.

"Yeah," Kate says.

"I – okay," Clint says, looking forward in the cab and looking out the front window.

The car stops and all three exit the car.

"Okay," Clint says again.

"You all right?" (Y/n) asks, focusing on where Clint is holding his shoulder.

"Yeah," he replies.

. . .

Kate's phone buzzes on the kitchen table, where the four are eating the breakfast Grills the Firefighter had prepared, Bolt's head resting affectionately on the young archer's knee.

"Kate," (Y/n) looks over at her companion. "What's wrong?"

"Kate Bishop, I found out who hired me," Kate reads off her phone. "E-eleanor Bishop. Thought you deserved to know."

Kate's breathing stutters, and (Y/n) places a hand on Kate's thigh. Kate, honey, you gotta breathe," (Y/n) murmurs.

"Look at this," Kate tosses her phone on the table and slides it towards Clint. "Who's that with my mom?"

"Well," Clint glances uncomfortably at Kate, "that's the guy I've been worried about this whole time. Kingpin."

Kate grabs the phone and taps on the screen. "In the spirit of the holidays, I'm gonna give you a minute to think about what you're starting right now," Wilson Fisk / Kingpin's voice comes from the phone.

"I don't need a minute," Eleanor Bishop replies.

"Who sent this?" Clint asks, and (Y/n) shakes her hand on Kate's thigh gently, pulling Kate out of her thoughts.

"Yelena," Kate replies, almost in a daze. "Apparently my mom is the one who hired her to kill you."

"Oh wow," Clint breathes.

"It doesn't make any sense," Kate says, bringing her unoccupied hand to her head. "My mom doesn't even, she doesn't even jaywalk. And now she's working with the mob? She killed Armand?" she whispers in disbelief. "My God," Kate stands up, throwing (Y/n)'s hand off her thigh in her anxiousness to get up from the table, "I need to talk to her."

"Kate, wait," (Y/n) gets up, stepping over to Kate and resting a hand gently on her arm. "You gotta calm down, okay?"

"Let's talk this out," Clint agrees.

Kate, who had already dialed her mother's number, listens to the answering machine, "This is Eleanor. I can't answer the phone right now . . ."

"She didn't answer," Kate starts pacing the kitchen, trying the number again.

"(Y/n)'s right. Just take a breath, okay?" Clint advises. "But your mom needs our help."

Kate's breathing stutters in her chest again, and she meets (Y/n)'s gaze, who had followed her pacing with her eyes and stepped forward. "Kate," she cups the girl's face in effort to keep the archer from beginning to pace the floor again, "that video, it's not good. The Kingpin will not take this lightly. He is going to react," Kate looks deep into (Y/n)'s eyes, and nods, her face still cupped in (Y/n)'s hands, "and he's gonna do it in a big way."

"(Y/n)," Kate pulls away, and (Y/n)'s arms drop uselessly to her side, "this is my mess to clean up. You," she glances at Clint, "both of you, should go home. You should be with your family. You can still make it in time for Christmas –"

"Kate, you're my partner," Clint interrupts her. Kate pulls her gaze from (Y/n)'s to look at Clint.

"And I'm not going to leave you behind," (Y/n) says fiercely, taking a step forward. "We're not going anywhere until this is finished."

Kate breathes out, and a sob escapes her lips.

(Y/n)'s expression softens and she wraps Kate in a hug.

"I'm not leaving you," (Y/n) murmurs, drawing patterns on Kate's back with her fingers. "You hear me?"

Another sob leaves Kate's mouth and she buries her face into (Y/n)'s neck.

. . .

"Kate," Clint says, and the young archer turns to him, "I'm really sorry how this has all turned out for you."

Kate looks out the window as the subway zips along underground.

"Well," Kate looks at Clint. "Can't think about it right now. We've gotta focus on tonight."

Clint exhales. "You're right," he says simply. "We need a ton of gear. Like a whole batch of way-too-dangerous trick arrows."

Kate's eyes widen with a child-like excitement. "You can make more?"

The Avenger shakes his head with amusement.

. . .

Bolt and Lucky push through the door to Kate's aunt's apartment, sniffing the couch and then jumping up. They curl up together on the couch, Bolt's head resting on Lucky's back.

"Hey, Kate," Clint calls from the workroom, welding some parts to an arrow shaft, "you seen that pepper spray?"

"Yeah, I've got it here," she enters the workroom, a can of pepper spray in hand.

"All right," Clint mutters.

. . .

"So, this, uh, this holiday party tonight," Clint says, (Y/n) in the other room changing her clothes, "is it a fancy thing?"

"Yeah. Formal," Kate replies.

"You know, you don't have to do this," Clint says. "(Y/n) and I can handle it ourselves. It's part of the job. It's always inconvenient. It's," he pauses, "lonely. You will get hurt. Heroes have to make some tough decisions. So, if you're gonna do this . . . I just wanna know you're ready."

"When I was younger, aliens invaded," Kate replies. "And I was alone. And I was terrified. But then I saw you, fighting aliens with a string and a stick. I saw you jump from that building even though you can't fly, even though you don't have superpowers. And I thought, 'If he could do that, then I didn't have to be scared.' You showed me that being a hero isn't just for people who can fly or shoot lasers out of their hands, it's for anyone. Anyone who's brave enough to do what's right, no matter the cost." Clint exhales, sharply. "I'm ready," Kate promises.

"Natasha is going to love you," Clint says, smiling slightly.

"I'd hope so," (Y/n) jokes, walking into the workroom clad in a plum purple suit, with a white buttoned shirt and a lighter, lavender colored tie.

Kate stares at (Y/n), her eyes wide. "You look -" Kate falters. "I mean -"

Clint chuckles, patting (Y/n) affectionately on the shoulder before exiting the room, leaving the two young women alone.

"You -" Kate tries again, her mouth hanging open.

(Y/n), amused, reaches over and closes Kate's mouth with her hand.

"Great," Kate finishes, tilting her head so that (Y/n)'s hand now cups her cheek.

"Smooth, Bishop," (Y/n) teases, but she allows her thumb to brush across a cut on Kate's cheek.

"Willyoubemygirlfriend?" Kate says.

"Excuse me?" (Y/n) looks bewildered.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Kate says slower.

(Y/n) pauses, her gaze twinkling mischievously. "I think that can be arranged."

"Aww, screw you, Romanoff," Kate says, smacking (Y/n)'s arm gently.

"You'd want to do that, huh?" (Y/n) replies,and Kate's cheeks flush.

"S-s-shut up!" Kate splutters and (Y/n) laughs.

. . .

(Y/n), Kate, and Clint walk towards the entrance of the massive building to join Eleanor Bishop's Christmas Gala.

Clint separates from the two young women, leaving the two girlfriends to themselves to scout around.

"No sign of my mom yet," Kate says to (Y/n), pretending to fix (Y/n)'s collar.

"Okay, tell me what you do see," (Y/n) replies. "What are our assets, what are our threats?"

"Mmm," Kate hums, scanning the scene before her. "Threats? That guy. That's Gary. He fired me from one of the only jobs I ever had."

(Y/n) glances over her shoulder at the man, and she snorts – recognizing him. "Don't know if you could call that a job, sweetheart."

Kate flushes, but continues, "Assets? Well, we have those all over the party." She gestures around to some of the LARPers from the park.

"Chip. So good to see you," Kate looks around at the sound of Jack's voice.

"Wow, Jack's out of jail already. Nothing phases that guy," Kate voices.

"So Jack, wielding a sword, just out of jail for allegedly murdering somebody with one," Clint comments quietly into the COMMs.

"Maybe it's his way of proving he really is innocent?" (Y/n) says, hiding it behind a sip of vodka.

"Weird flex, but okay," Clint says, and (Y/n) almost chokes on her alcohol. "You see her yet?"

"I haven't seen her yet," Kate replies from (Y/n)'s side.

. . .

"Found her," (Y/n) catches sight of Eleanor as she walks through the main door. "Wait," (Y/n) laces her arm with Kate's as her girlfriend tries to move.

"Kate, (Y/n), hi . . ." Eleanor moves over.

"Mom, come with us," Kate says, and (Y/n) unlaces her arm with Kate's.

"Farther," (Y/n) says, glancing over her shoulder at the window. "Good."

Kate leads the way through the party, to a concealed room with no windows.

"What're you two doing?" Eleanor asks her daughter.

"We're saving your life," Kate replies.

"Your business partner wants you dead," (Y/n) adds.

"What're you talking about?" Eleanor splutters.

Kate scoffs. She pulls her phone out of the pocket of her suit jacket. ". . . which is why I'm a little confused where you're headed with this." Kate plays the video.

"How could you do this?" Kate asks softly.

"I handed Armand like you asked," the video continues.

"All these years," Kate hisses.

"You don't understand," Eleanor says, looking at (Y/n) and her furrowed brown.

"Then explain," (Y/n) replies.

"When your father died, I was blindsided," Eleanor turns back to her daughter. "He owed that monster money."

"There you are!" Jack enters the room. "Sorry to interrupt, darling –" (Y/n) slides her hand into her pocket, closing it around the handle of her switchblade, "but I really need to have a word with you . . ."

"Jack, not now," Eleanor says, taking a step away from her fiance. She turns back to her daughter. "Sweetheart, Kate, don't worry, I have everything under control."

Suddenly, (Y/n) hears the sound of gunshots.

"What the hell was that?" Kate asks.

"Shots fired. We're workin' on gettin' these people outta here," Clint says in to the COMMs.

"Kate, take her and go," (Y/n) says.

"Fuck no," Kate says. "Mom and Jack, stay here."

"Kate, do not go out there, it's too dangerous," Eleanor orders her daughter.

"You're the reason it's dangerous out there, Mom," Kate says. "Just stay put and stay out of this."

"Damn, babe," (Y/n) mutters following Kate out of the room. "That was hot."

"Not the time," Kate says, though her cheeks darken.

"Oh, God. Clint, who's shooting?" Kate asks.

"I have no idea," Clint replies. "I'm gonna head downstairs, draw the fire away."

"Going position two, guys. Missy, Kenney, cut the lights," Grills says.

The lights go off, the only source of light coming from the battery powered Christmas lights.

"Oh shit," Kate sees Yelena run after Clint.

Kate runs after Yelena, (Y/n) close behind. "So, I know you're chummy with my mom, I just didn't think you'd make the cut for the Christmas party."

(Y/n) snorts.

"Kate Bishop. Random person. I'm not here to ruin anything. I'm just going to kill Barton, have some appetizers, and then I'll go."

"I hope you enjoy the bruschetta, 'cause it looks like you already lost him," Kate says.

"He's in the elevator," Yelena deadpans.

"Yeah, what, out of sixty-five floors, you think you're just gonna magically guess which one he's on?" Kate asks.

"Twelfth floor," Yelena replies, looking over to see the opposite elevator's floor number displayed in bright red.

"Damn it," Kate mutters.

"Enjoy the party," Yelena says, and the elevator doors in front of her open. Yelena and Kate try to enter the elevator at the same time. "No, no, Kate, stay."

Yelena steps into the elevator, and as the doors slide shut, both (Y/n) and Kate slide into the elevator next to Yelena.

"Ahh," Yelena complains.

The doors slide shut.

Kate looks over at the button panel. She reaches out to press one of the buttons, but Yelena smacks her hand away. "No," Yelena deadpans.

(Y/n) behind the two, holding back a laugh.

Kate reaches over again to press the buttons, and Yelena grabs the back of her dress, spinning her around, and shoving her back in her space.

Kate frowns and (Y/n) swallows back a laugh. The raven haired girl tries once again, and Yelena judo-flips Kate onto the floor.

Kate stands up and does the first thing she can think of – smacking Yelena in the face.

"Fuck," (Y/n) breathes, her eyes wide.

"What was that?" Yelena asks, looking bewildered.

"I don't know," Kate swallows thickly. She looks over at (Y/n). "I –"

"No! No. No, no, no!" Yelena protests. She grabs Kate's sleeve, pulling off the dress, revealing Kate in a purple archer's suit with black and silver accents. "Did you plan that?" Yelena asks, looking over at (Y/n), who'd dawned her own suit, a lot like her mother's white suit, but purple, with pink and gray trim.

"Yes," Kate says. Yelena stares at her. "No, no, I . . ." she turns around and presses all of the elevator buttons.

"Oh, no, no no!" Yelena says. "Come on, that is so annoying. Suka," she mutters in Russian, untying her green trench coat and revealing her own suit. She forces the coat into Kate's hands, and steps out of the elevator on the next floor.

Kate and (Y/n) look at each other for a moment, before Kate throws the coat to the floor and the two charge after Yelena.

Yelena rolls over a table, dodging one of Kate's punches and (Y/n) tackles her, forcing the former assassin to her feet.

The two trained Widows trade blows, but Yelena dodges one of (Y/n)'s and slams the pad of her palm into (Y/n)'s nose.

Yelena runs towards the door frame where she finds Kate standing in the way.

"What're we doin'?" Kate asks. "I mean, it's Christmas Eve. Let's grab a drink, huh?"

"Authentic Russian vodka, on me?" (Y/n) offers, shaking her head to clear it.

"Okay, yeah, sure," Yelena replies.

"Cool," Kate sighs, forcing a smile.

"After I kill Barton," Yelena adds.

"No, no that's not what . . ." Kate complains. "Come on. You don't need to . . ."

Yelena kicks Kate in the stomach to push her through the door frame, and the archer cries out in pain.

She grabs Kate by the arm, and smushes her face against the glass walls.

"Kate, (Y/n), where are you?" Clint asks.

"Yep, give us a minute."

"Everyone here at 107.6 Lite FM," a radio hums to life as Yelena body throws (Y/n) into a desk.

Kate grabs a rope with balls on the top and throws it at Yelena's hand, knocking her red Widow's baton from her hand and shattering the window.

"Oww!" Yelena complains, shaking her hand. "That really hurts!"

"Yeah, yeah, well, so did the kick to the ribs," Kate replies, breathless.

"And the body throw into the desk," (Y/n) deadpans.

"Oh, yeah, that was a good one," Yelena says cheerfully. "That was good form. But you did the really cool trading blows thing," she looks at (Y/n). "And you did the really good throw."

"Yeah? Thank you," Kate says. "Thank you."

"Yeah," Yelena replies.

Then the slight grin slides off Kate's face. "Stop making me like you," she whines.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. That was really fun," Yelena comments and a laugh escapes (Y/n)'s lips. "But bye." She shoots a grapple at the floor and jumps out the window.

Kate and (Y/n) stick their heads out the window to watch as (Y/n)'s aunt runs down the side of the building.

"Clint!" Kate yells, warning the man.

"Was that you?" the old archer asks, watching the flash of shadow pass across his window.

"It's Yelena! Watch out!" Kate says, and as she says so, Yelena passes the window where Clint is standing, shooting at him with her handgun.

"Careful," (Y/n) warns her girlfriend. As she grabs a rope and wraps it around Yelena's grapple rope.

"It's supposed to be scary, it's supposed to be scary. Okay," Kate murmurs to herself before she jumps down the side of the building, screaming all the way down. She lands on a knee, Yelena having disappeared into the crowd.

"Holy shit, Kate, you okay?" (Y/n) asks quickly, readying her own rope to join her girlfriend at the bottom of the building.

"Fine!" Kate replies, breathless. "But the Tracksuits are here."

(Y/n) descends the building, slower – but safer – than Kate had.

"Gotcha, babe," (Y/n) replies from beside her girlfriend once she'd safely reached the ground.

"Look, it's Kate Bishop," one of the Tracksuits comments.

"And the Widow's brat," another adds.

"Offensive," (Y/n) mutters.

The Tracksuits attack the young women, and they attack right back, Kate firing arrows to help (Y/n) as she attacks with her Widow's batons.

Kate, deciding she'd used enough arrows for the moment, turns and grabs one of the Tracksuits by the wrist, forcing his handgun to point towards the ground.

"I know it's not the best moment right now," Tomas says, facing the purple dressed archer, "but I want to thank you, you know. For your advice, how I should speak to my girlfriend." Kate glances at (Y/n), who was whalloping Tracksuits in the back of the heads with her batons, sending them sprawling, dazed, onto the ground.

"Did it work?" Kate asks Tomas, still putting pressure on his wrist.

"It worked, bro," Tomas replies, "we went to Maroon 5 instead."

"Valid, honestly," (Y/n) comments.

"That's so great," Kate says, swallowing back a laugh at (Y/n)'s words. "So, what's with the gun?"

"I'm sorry, but . . . I wanted to thank you," Tomas says. She kicks him in the private area, and he collapses to the ground.

"Harsh," (Y/n) comments, sending two more Tracksuits to the ground. "And hot."

"Hehe, got you now, bro," a Tracksuit points a handgun at Kate.

Before she can do anything, Jack kicks the man out of the way, sending the man's handgun flying out his hand with a quick flick of his sword.

"Jack!" Kate exclaims.

"Hello, dears," Jack says. "I'm glad you two are doing well."

"That's actually so sweet," (Y/n) says, punching a Tracksuit in the face, sending him stumbling back, clutching at his now broken nose.

"Behind you!" Kate warns as another Tracksuit advances on her mother's fiance. He turns calmly, and slices at him with his sword.

"Jack. Jack, I am, I am so sorry my mom got you put in jail. Are you okay?" Kate asks.

"Never been better," Jack answers, smiling slightly. He defeats about four more Tracksuits calmly. "But I'm afraid I've lost track of your mother."

"Yeah. You and us both," Kate replies.

. . .

"Clint!" Kate says, she, Jack, and (Y/n) still battling the hordes of Tracksuits. "Where are you?

"Right here!" Clint replies.

"Where's here, Clint?" Kate rolls her eyes.

"In the tree," the Avenger replies.

"What tree?" (Y/n) asks, not bothering to look up at the massive Christmas tree she and her companions were fighting under.

"THE tree!" Clint replies.

Kate turns to look up at the massive tree. "What're you doing up there?" she asks, amused.

"I'm just hanging out, what do you think?" Clint asks.

. . .

"Clint, I need you to hang on tight," Kate orders, keeping an eye on (Y/n) and Jack battling Tracksuits back to back below her.

"Yeah, you think?" Clint asks.

"No time for sarcasm," (Y/n) comments.

"You know, dear," Jack says to (Y/n) over his shoulder. "I like you for my Kate. Should've told you that before."

"That's really sweet," (Y/n) says, whacking a Tracksuit in the head, and another in the groin. "You're a good stepdad."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Clint asks.

"I'm gonna get you out of that tree," Kate replies.

"No, no, don't do anything. Kate? Kate!" Clint yells into the COMMs.

"Yo, Uncle Clint, you're gonna blow our eardrums if you keep yelling into the COMMs," (Y/n) says and Kate laughs.

The purple archer fires two arrows, and the massive tree falls, spilling the Avenger into the ice rink below.

"Nice, Kat," (Y/n) comments as she and Kate join Clint in the ice rink.

"Oh my god, you wore it!" Kate looks delighted as Clint removes his dress shirt to reveal the suit Kate had designed for him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Clint grumbles, but he smiles at the delighted look on the younger archer's face.

"Oh, my god, it looks so good. I told you," Kate starts to fangirl.

"Yeah," Clint replies. "Okay. Listen to me. We need to get off this ice, okay? The only way off this ice is up those stairs."

"Great," Kate deadpans. "There's only about a thousand of them, and three of us."

"Here, take these," Clint grabs a handful of special arrows and puts them into Kate's quiver.

"No way," Kate exclaims. "Is it time?"

"It's time," Clint tells his protege. "All right," he knocks an arrow. "Let's give 'em hell."

"Yo, what's going on here," a figure in blue and red spandex drops out of the sky, webbing up a few of the Tracksuits.

"A battle before Christmas," (Y/n) replies, turning to the Spider-Man. "Yo man, good to see you again."

"Back at you, Widow," Spider-Man replies.

The four heroes charge at the Tracksuits, Kate and Clint, and (Y/n) and the Spider-Man.

"It's so cool that there's another archer Avenger," Spider-Man comments as he and (Y/n) knock about two dozen Tracksuits.

"Proves anyone can be a hero," (Y/n) replies. "Ain't that right, Spidey."

Spider-Man chuckles, and (Y/n) estimates he's probably about eighteen, just from the sound of his voice.

After a few short minutes, all the remaining tracksuits lie on the ground, either with webbing, arrow, or bruising wounds.

"Kate, your mom just walked out of a side door," Grills says.

"Copy," Clint replies.

"I have to go find her," Kate says.

"I'm coming," (Y/n) demands, and from the look on her face, Kate knows there is no point in trying to argue. (Y/n) turns to Spider-Man, "See you 'round, dude." They fist bump, and Spider-Man uses two of his webs and slingshots himself through the New York skyline.

"What's with you and spider-themed people?" Kate voices, turning to Clint, who simply shrugs. "Let's go," Kate turns to her girlfriend. She sighs heavily.

. . .

A figure tackles Clint, and he sprawls on the ice, Yelena Belova standing over him.

"Before I kill you," Yelena towers over the injured archer, "I need to ask you one question."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Yelena," Clint says, opening his eyes and facing Natasha's sister for the first time.

"I need to know what happened," she says, looking down at the archer, who'd gotten to his knees.

"Look, Yelena," Clint mutters, "if I told you what really happened, you'd never believe me. But what you need to know is that Natasha sacrificed herself. She saved the world. I-" his voice cracks. "I'm sorry."

"You're lying," Yelena replies.

"What?" Clint asks in disbelief.

"You're pathetic. You're so pathetic," Yelena steps forward. "She wouldn't sacrifice herself for you. You murdered my sister."

"That's right," Clint murmurs. "It wasn't just for me. She wanted to bring back her friends, her family, you. Keep her kid safe."

Yelena narrows her eyes. "Kid?"

"You met her," Clint rasps. "Earlier tonight. Purple suit, pink and black accents. Green eyes like hers."

"Shut up!" Yelena's voice rips from her throat. "You pathetic" punch "little" another punch "liar!" she kicks Clint in the ribs, and he skids backwards on the ice.

. . .

The door is ripped off Eleanor Bishop's car, and she shrieks.

The massive figure of Wilson Fisk leans over the woman in the car. "Don't leave, Eleanor," he rasps. "Come here, let's talk."

"Get away from my mom," Kate screams.

Fisk moves away from the car, to watch Kate, her bow pointed at his chest, and (Y/n) beside her, leveling her handgun at Fisk's face. "What are you going to do with those?"

Kate lets her arrow fly, and it sinks into his chest, but he simply just removes the arrow calmly.

"What?" Kate splutters. She shoots a grapple arrow, but Fisk simply grabs it, pulls Kate to him, and pouches her square in the ribs.

Fury burns in (Y/n)'s emerald green eyes. And she runs at Fisk, wielding both of her Widow's batons.

He strikes her in the face, and she flies backwards into the brick wall, collapsing onto the ground next to her injured girlfriend.

Fisk moves towards the two injured warriors, but a car careens into Fisk, sending him into the toy store.

Fisk turns towards the car, Eleanor Bishop at the wheel, but both Kate and (Y/n) get to their feet, sliding over the hood.

"Where you goin', big guy?" Kate rasps.

She attacks first, but Fisk grabs her bow, spinning her around, and sinking his massive fist into her stomach. Pain washes through Kate, but she fires an arrow behind (Y/n), and a web of electric webs spread across it, keeping the mob-boss from attacking her mother.

(Y/n) attacks, but Fisk grabs her by the neck. "You're in over your head!" he roars, slamming (Y/n) Romanoff into the ground.

She writhes, pain radiating through her entire back and into her arms and legs.

Fisk towers over (Y/n), and panic ripples through Kate, she staggers to her feet and charges at Fisk again, but he grabs her by her quiver, throwing her into one of the cement walls of the toy store. He grabs a handful of arrows and raises them over Kate's chest.

A pained sob escapes (Y/n)'s mouth as she gets uneasily to her feet.

. . .

"You should have fought harder!" Yelena snarls, striking Clint across the face.

She discards her baton, pulling out her handgun. A soft whistle escapes from Clint's mouth – Natasha and Yelena's whistle.

A pained gasp escapes from Yelena's throat as she lowers her handgun. "How do you know that?" Yelena asks.

"Your secret whistle with Nat," Clint gets to his knees again. "She talked about you all the time, Yelena."

"She did?" Yelena whispers, broken. "What did she say?"

Before Clint can answer, a familiar voice replies. "That I loved you more than life itself," Natasha emerges from the stairs. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't catch an earlier flight."

A sob escapes Yelena's throat, she runs for her sister, tackling her in a desperate hug, and grasping at the back of Natasha's jacket.

. . .

(Y/n) staggers towards Fisk and Kate, pain radiating all throughout her body.

"Please, not her," (Y/n) rasps, putting herself between Kate and Fisk.

"Kill the little Widow," Fisk says thoughtfully. "Sounds good to me."

And he strikes.

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A cliffhanger hehe

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Life Goes On by Ed Sheeran

Part 2 of Eyes Closed by Ed Sheeran

Summary: For the past year, your mom never left you for long and if she did you would come with her. But now duty calls and you can't go with her. Will she keep her promise of always coming back to you?

Relationships: Maria x daughter!reader, Yelena x niece!reader

Warning: Secret Invasion Spoilers, Major character death, grief, angst with small fluff, guilt, everyone is sad and everyone needs a hug

Word count: 4.7k

“Are you sure you have to go?” You asked for the 100th time as soon as you learned your mom had to go off on a mission. You were lying on her bed, feet dangling over the side as she packed her bag. Without looking, you knew she was suppressing a sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You know I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important,” that was her response every time you asked and you believed her. For the past year, Maria refused any mission that would take her away from you. If she needed to travel you went with her or stayed with your grandmother. You traveled to DC, California, and Texas with her. But now you had no idea where she was going. She grabbed your hands and pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling at the pout of your face. “I won’t be gone for long, a month at best, and you’ll get to spend time with your grandma and the Bartons.” That sounded fun especially since your grandmother loved to spoil you but you wanted your mom.

“Why does it have to be you?” You whined. You knew you were acting like a child, throwing a tantrum but you didn’t care. “Why can’t Uncle Nick go?” This time your mom didn’t suppress your sigh. It was a sensitive topic regarding the former director of SHIELD, who took off after Tony’s funeral and ignored all her calls.

“Have you packed?” She deflected your question with one of her own. You nodded with a smile. “Good, I have something for you.” She let go of your hands and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a small box and she sat down next to you as you opened it. It was a golden heart-shaped locket. You placed the box next to you and opened it, one side was a picture of you and your moms, and on the other side was a solo picture of just them. You smiled.

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked, handing it to her. She took it and the cold metal was placed around your neck. “Thank you,” you smiled and turned around to hug her. “I love it.” You held onto her tight as she kissed the top of your head.

“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears because you are thinking so hard,” you giggled as she tickled your sides. You rested your head on her lap and looked up at her. She was smiling down at you, patient as you got your thoughts together. With a sigh, you played with the locket.

“Have you heard from Yelena yet?” You asked. That was another wild ride that occurred within the past year. When Clint was spending time with his kids in the city, he somehow got involved with the Tracksuit Mafia, and a Black Widow assassin was hired to kill him. That assassin so happened to be your aunt. He called your mom for help. In the end, Yelena didn’t kill him but she disappeared. You and Maria were trying to get a hold of her as you so desperately wanted to meet her.

“No,” she said. “But she has spoken to Kate a few times,” you liked Kate. She was full of energy and her dog was cute. “She’ll reach out when she’s ready. Black Widows are very special.” She tapped you on the nose.

“Can you tell me the story of you and Mama met again?” It was a story you’d heard thousands of times from Natasha telling it one way and Maria telling it another. It was your favorite story. Maria stole a glance at the clock and you watched the internal debate she was having with herself but she smiled.

“Of course, I can,” she moved so her back was resting on the headboard and your head was still in her lap. “So you know Uncle Clint was supposed to kill your mama but he disobeyed a direct order and gave her a chance to defect to SHIELD,” your mom started. “I didn’t trust her at first and I thought it was a horrible idea to bring her into the organization but your mama,” she sighed but her smile told you she wasn’t sad. “Was persistent and did everything to win me over. She flirted with me every chance she got,” you giggled. If Natasha was here to tell this story, the roles would be reversed. “But I kept my guard up until Fury assigned us to the same mission and she saved my life.” Your mama took a bullet for her. “I sat by her bedside for three days.”

“And when she woke up, you yelled at her.”

“Hey,” she gasped. “Are you telling the story or am I?” You laughed as she tickled your sides. “We didn’t officially get together until she became an Avenger but she,” you frowned as you watched a tear leave her eye and fall down her cheek. With gentle hands, you whipped it away. “She was my best friend.”

“Second to me, right?” You teased and it pulled a deep laugh out of her.

“Oh 100%,” she lay down and cuddled up against you.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she sighed, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

You exited the airport with your suitcase in hand and backpack tight on your shoulder. The air in Iowa was so different than the city air. Your mom said it was cleaner. “Hey squirt,” you turned around at your nickname and saw Clint standing by his pickup truck, a sign in his hand with your name on it. The sign was cute but what caught your attention was the one-eyed golden retriever that sat next to him.

“Lucky!” You ran over to them. The sound of his name being called caused the dog to get excited and tug on the leash. He didn’t have to wait long for you to kneel at his level. You dropped your suitcase and wrapped your arms around his neck as he attacked your face with kisses.

“What am I chopped liver?” Clint said, throwing his arms to the side. “I almost died for that dog.”

“Oh, you are so dramatic,” you looked up to see Lila hanging out the passenger window. “Humans like dogs more than people,” you giggled and stood up.

“Hi Uncle Clint,” you said. He stared at you, blinking once then twice.

“You have dog drool all over your face.” He deadpanned. You used your shirt to clean your face before he hugged you.

“I didn’t know you guys had Lucky,” you said, opening the door to the back of the truck. The golden retriever jumped in and followed. Clint helped you with your luggage. Once you were buckled in, you sent a quick text to your mom and grandmother that you were with Clint.

“Just for a few more days,” Lila said. Clint got into the driver’s seat and started the drive back to the farm. “She’s helping Yelena free a few Widows.” You saw Clint glance at you through the mirror. Your mom must have told him of your desperate attempts to meet your aunt.

“So they’ll be here to pick up Lucky?” You scratched the dog underneath his chin.

“Probably just Kate,” Lila said. “Yelena doesn’t come over much. She still has a lot of guilt for you know trying to kill my dad.” You smiled at that but your heart ached. They got to meet Yelena, the one person you could ask what your mam was like in Ohio. Natasha told you about the mission and how the Red Room gave her a loud mouth, annoying blonde of a sister.

‘I think you’d get along with her,’ Natasha said, decorating a cut-out Christmas tree cookie.

‘Yeah?’ You questioned, not looking up as you were very focused on decorating your star with yellow icing. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘You can get anyone to like you,’ she tapped your nose. Her finger was covered with green icing. ‘And you are a great reminder of family. She needs that.’

“So, what’s she like?”

You loved spending time with your grandmother. For two weeks, you visited the zoo, bookstores, and the candy store that was right down the road. But you were excited to have people to hand out that were your age. Being at the Bartons also meant you reached the halfway point and you were two weeks closer to your mom being home. You missed her so much. Almost every night, you would speak with her on the phone and if she couldn’t she would send you a text goodnight. You were counting down the days but until then you were having fun with Lila, Cooper, and Nate. You played video games with the eldest, had sleepovers with Lila, and put up with Nate’s crazy games of make-believe. When Kate would come to visit, you would join the archers in the makeshift training area Clint built. But your favorite was driving the four-wheeler, and exploring different parts of the property. Lila and Cooper showed you a fort they built, that not even their parents knew about.

However, Yelena refused to meet you. You caught Kate a few times on the phone with her talking about you. The archer would give you a sorry smile and walk away continuing the conversation. She was desperate to get to know you through other people but refused to meet you. It hurt more than you wanted it to.

“You’re going to be gone for another month,” you said, pacing the length of the porch. Your mom sighed.

“Something came up and it’s going to take a little bit longer to clean it up,” you did not like the sound of that. “And I won’t be able to call you as much.” That stopped you from pacing.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“You know I can’t tell you that,” you sat down on the steps and played with the locket around your neck.

“Right,” you sighed. It aspect of her job was so frustrating. “And your being safe.”

“Yes I am,” you heard shuffling on the other end. She must be lying down. “Just a few bumps and bruises. Enough about me, come on tell me about everything you are doing in Iowa. Are you giving Clint a hard time?” You giggled.

“Always.” Once you were done on the phone, you stayed outside and took the photo out of your pocket. “I’m scared,” you confessed to the photo. “I need her to come home, okay? Please keep her safe.” You heard the front door open but you didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Laura asked, sitting down next to you. You rested your head on her shoulder.

“I want her to come home,” the mother of three sighed, wrapping her arm around you and kissing the top of your head.

“I know you do,” she said. “She’ll be home soon.”

Limited contact missions were your less favorite. You would send her good morning and good night texts, and texts throughout the day but she wouldn’t respond for a day or 2 after. You never knew when she was going to respond, it was maddening. The Bartons knew you were upset and they tried to keep you busy - fishing, swimming in the pond, archery practice, and day trips to the nearby town. It was fun but it wasn’t helping the ache you felt in your chest and a nagging worry that grew at the base of your neck. For a week, there was no response to your never-ending stream of texts and your worry only grew.

You were in the kitchen, getting an afternoon snack when the house shook. It was the tale sign of a plane visiting the farm. Dropping the apple, you ran to the front. By the time you made it outside, a ramp was lowered and Clint and Laura were waiting to see who would exist. “Hey,” Cooper said, running over to you from the barn. “Is your mom back?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you heard the front door open.

“Whose here?” Lila questioned. On cue, you watched Nick and your grandmother descend the ramp. Where was your mom? Where was she? You saw Nick speak with Clint and the archer kept glancing over to you, his hand rubbing his face.

“No,” you whispered. “Get off the jet.” You pleaded. “Get off.” But no one else came off. The group of adults began to walk back to the house. Not again. You couldn’t go through this again. The world began to spin around you. You needed to get out of here, you needed to run. So you did. Sprinting towards the barn, you jumped one of the four-wheelers that was left out. The sound of the engine roaring to life drowned out the call of your name. You began to ride, past the pound and into the woods. You were half tempted to never get off because as soon as you would reality would set in. The hard, soul-crushing reality that your mom broke her promise.

You stopped at Lila and Cooper’s fort. Your legs barely could hold you up as you got off the four-wheeler and collapsed into the shelter. No tears fell. Even though you wanted to scream and cry and plead for the universe to give her back. But you were numb. So numb. Why did this keep happening to you? Was it you? Were you to blame for all this death and misery? You were the common denominator for everything; your biological parents left, and Natasha and Maria left. Who was next?

“Shit,” her father said, coming to a stop next to Lila. He ran his hand over his face but Lila was more focused on her distraught friend ride off.

“Where is she going?” Lila assumed the woman was your grandmother. She heard you talking to her on the phone.

“We know where she’s going,” We do? Lila thought. “Come on,” he grabbed Lila by her hand and dragged her to the other four-wheeler. Cooper jumped on first and handed her the helmet.

“Cooper,” Lila whispered. “Is Aunt Maria-”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “God, I hope not. Hold on tight.”

You heard the sound of the other four-wheeler turn off and two sets of footsteps approaching the fort. “Mind if we join you?” Lila asked. You didn’t want them to be here. You came out here because you wanted to be alone. They took your silence as an invitation to join, Lila sat next to you and Cooper sat in front of you.

“Dad is going to give you a hard time about riding without a helmet.” Cooper joked. On any other day, it would have made you laugh or smile but you stared down at your lap. Their voices became white noise. You knew they were trying to get you to talk but you couldn’t. You were so angry and sad and scared. There were so many emotions swirling inside you didn’t know which one to focus on.

“You could be a Barton,” Lila said. “And you can come live with us.”

“No,” you finally spoke. “What if I join your family and something happens to your parents?” You looked up at them. “I’m cursed. My biological parents left me, Natasha left me, Maria left me,” finally the tears began to fall, “Everyone leaves me.” You sobbed. Lila pulled you in a hug. You wanted to push against her, scream at her to let you go but you didn’t have the energy to fight her. Instead, you slumped against her and you heard Cooper sit down next to you. He brought you and Lila into a hug.

“It’s going to be okay,” he promised. “You’ll find your place whether it be here or somewhere else.” You weren’t sure if you believed him.

“How is she?” Clint asked his wife when she entered the dining room. The plate she brought up with her wasn’t in her hand anymore so he saw that as a good sign. Laura sighed.

“I didn’t get to talk to her,” she sat down next to Clint. A bottle of whiskey was already open and being passed around the three adults. “Cooper is standing guard,” she poured herself a drink. “According to him, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Clint rubbed his head, letting out a sigh of his own.

“What’s going to happen to her?” Elizabeth asked. The archer had only spoken to her a few times on the phone to organize pickups and drop-offs. They never met in person. Clint hated that Maria’s death was the reason they had to meet. It seemed unreal that Maria was gone. For the longest time, she seemed untouchable, unkillable. Life appeared to have other plans. He took a sip of his drink.

“Romanoff and Hill wrote in their will that Clint and Laura were her godparents,” Fury said. “They left it up to the three of you to decide what is best for her.” There was a rage building inside Clint as he stared at Fury. The man ran to space as soon as the funeral was over and was never heard from again. Hell, Maria thought he was dead for how many calls he ignored. Now the man was back and another one of Clint’s closest friends was dead, leaving behind a daughter who lost so much.

“I can take her,” Elizabeth said. “You already have a full house.”

“But it could be good to be around kids her age,” Laura countered. “We are more than happy to keep here.”

“She doesn’t want to go with any of you,” the group turned to see Cooper walking into the kitchen to clean off the dirty dish.

“What do you mean, son?” Clint asked.

“She doesn’t want to be a Barton or live with anyone. She thinks she’s cursed. That if she joins another family something bad will happen to them.” Clint’s heart broke for you. It was so unfair the cards that life had dealt you. You’ve been incredibly strong but how much more could you take?

“What does she want?” Fury asked. Cooper scuffed, crossing his arms as he sent daggers to the most powerful person in this room.

“Cooper,” Clint warned but his son ignored him.

“Did you just ask that?” He asked, walking over to the table. “She wants her mom’s back. But that’s not possible, is it sir?”

The house was once again quiet. Elizabeth was staying at a hotel in town until they figured out what to do next. Fury on the other hand took off, not answering where he was headed off to. Clint sat on the couch, a picture of him, Maria, Natasha, and Laura in his hand. It was back in their SHIELD days. They were so young then. Unaware of what life was going to throw at them. Laura sat down next to him, the archer wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asked.

“Tired of losing people,” he admitted. “I know we signed up for this but it’s so hard.” Laura hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I keep thinking it could have been me.”

“But it wasn’t.” No, it wasn’t him at the bottom of Vormir or meeting his end in a foreign country. He even escaped death from a Black Widow assassin. A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. “Are you expecting someone?” Laura whispered, sitting up. Clint shook his head, putting his finger to his lips, and stood up. He grabbed a pistol that he kept in a nearby drawer. Guns weren’t his preferred weapon but his bow wasn’t available. Unlocking the safety, he opened the door.

“Clint Barton,” Yelena smirked. “Are you going to shoot me? After everything we’ve been through.”

“Yelena,” the archer said slowly. He blinked at the blonde in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“To see my niece,” she simply said. “Where is she?” Yelena walked past him, bumping her shoulder against his. Clint put the safety back on and closed the door.

“Time out,” he set the pistol down as Yelena waved at Laura. “You can’t just barge in here like you own the place and demand to see her.”

“And why is that?” Yelena asked, turning to face him. He could see her clearer now. The Black Widow was wearing her white suit, she must have just returned from a mission. He knew she wasn’t working for Valentina anymore.

“Because you refused to see her for the past few months when she desperately wanted to meet you,” he was trying to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to wake the rest of the house. But he saw the hope leave your eyes every time Kate joined them at the farm without Yelena.

“What has changed?” Laura asked. The blonde looked down at her feet. He could see the guilt eating up at her.

“I wasn’t ready to meet her,” Yelena admitted. “And now she’s lost someone else.” She looked up at Clint. “We both know how uncertain this life is. I’ve wasted enough time.”

“You have.”

“We can’t guarantee she’ll talk to you,” Laura said. “She refused to talk to anyone besides our kids.”

“Thank you,” Yelena sighed. “I appreciate it.”

When the door opened, you pulled your eyes away from the Polaroid and locket. “Oh,” Laura said with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” You weren’t sure how to tell that you couldn’t fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw them die over and over again. “There is someone that wants to meet you downstairs.” You refused to move. She sighed and walked over to, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to talk to us or your grandmother or even Fury but you need to talk to someone about what you are feeling,” you had nothing to say, everything hurt. But you were curious about who was here.

“Who is it?” You finally spoke. Your voice sounded foreign to you. Laura smiled.

“Your aunt.”

Every step you took your heart was thudding against your ribs. The mixture of grief and nervousness was making you sick to your stomach. Once you entered the living room with Laura by your side, Clint and your aunt stood up from the couch. You stared at the blonde. For the longest time, you created an image in your head of what the blonde was like through stories your mama told you and the way the Bartons and Kate talked about her. As you stared at the woman in front of you, she seemed nervous - a stark contrast to the bad-ass assassin you imagined. “Hi,” her accent was deep.

“Why are you here?” You asked. Your blunt question took the room by surprise. The couple excused themselves, saying that they wanted to give you some space. When they left, you joined Yelena on the couch. But you looked forward, unable to look at her anymore. “Mama told me so many stories about you and I was so excited to meet you. I don’t understand why it took my mom dying,” your voice cracked but you refused to cry in front of her. “For you to come and see me.” The blonde sighed, leaning back into the couch.

“I wasn’t good enough,” she admitted. “You needed someone better, someone that was good.” You glanced at her. She had a far-off look in her eyes. You’ve seen that look before when your mama woke up from a nightmare or had a particularly bad day. You saw a lot of her in Yelena even though they weren’t related by blood.

“Are you good now?” You asked.

“I’m not sure but you need me,” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t need anyone,” you said. “I’m going to be fine on my own,” it was Yelena’s turn to laugh.

“So that’s your plan. You are going to set off by yourself and ignore everyone who loves you. What are you like 10?” Your jaw clenched. “I know exactly what you are doing. You are going to push and push everyone away so you don’t feel this pain again. It won’t work,” you refused to speak so she continued, “That pain will only hurt more.”

“What do you expect me to do?” You snapped, jumping to your feet, and looked at her. “It’s like I was hit by a train, I ran out of words. So tell me how my life goes on with them gone?” You asked, pounding your fist against your chest. “It’s like I’m sinking like a stone and I’m so afraid.” You whispered. Her green eyes softened in a way that your mama and mom would look at you. “Don’t look at me like that, please. I’m cursed.”

“Oh, milaya devushka (sweet girl),” Yelena whispered, catching you in her arms as your legs gave out. She gently rocked you, whispering Russian words in your ear.

“Stop it,” you pleaded. “Stop caring,” you weakly hit against her chest.

“That’s not happening,” you ended the hug but Yelena held onto your hands to keep you from running away. “You are not a curse,” she said it so adamantly that you almost believed her. “What happened to your mamas was not your fault. Unfortunately, they knew the risk when they signed up for this lifestyle. I am so sorry they were taken from you so soon,” you stared at your connected hands. They felt like your parents; warm and calloused.

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked.

“I don’t know but life goes on,” you looked up at her. “They made their choice. We have to live with it.” You weren’t the only one to lose someone. Yelena lost her sister. “I know your gut is telling you to run away and hide but you can not do that.”

“Where am I going to go then?” You loved staying with the Bartons and your grandmother but you knew it was temporary. At the end of the day, your mom would be there to pick you up. Now you weren’t sure where you belonged.

“Well,” Yelena slowly said. “You could come with me.” Her offer shocked you. “I could take you to meet my mama and papa or take you back to the city in Kate’s apartments with Lucky or to Ohio, or Canada, or Mexico. We could go anywhere. As long as you don’t run away.”

“Okay,” she seemed surprised by your sudden approval to drop everything you knew and live with her. You smiled. “What? Did you not expect me to take you up on your offer?”

" I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.”

“Natasha always said that she thought you and I would get along,” you told her. “She dreamed of getting a house for all of us. You, me, Maria, and her so we could all be together and safe,” you let go of one of her hands to wipe away your tears. “Maybe part of her dream can still come true.” Yelena nodded, her green eyes glossy with tears.

“Life goes on,” she repeated. You were experiencing deja vu when your mom told you the same thing. It was a weird feeling and couldn’t repeat it back. Instead, you smiled.

“Can we get a dog?” You asked. Yelena laughed.

“I have one but we can get another.” You were still afraid that another wave was going to knock you off your feet and no matter how hard you swam to the surface, no one was there to grab you. You knew Yelena was watching you intensely. A soft whistle broke the silence of the Barton house. You never thought you’d hear that whistle again. You smiled at your aunt and whistled back. They were both right no matter how many people you lost life unfortunately goes on.

Remember when we saw that Maria was going to be in secret invasion and we were all excited then they killed her in EP1. Still not over there but whatever! This will probably be the last part of this little AU unless someone requests one or I think of soething else lol

#maria hill x reader #maria hill x daughter!reader #maria hill x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #blackhill x daughter!reader #blackhill x you #blackhill x reader #blackhill #natasha romanoff x maria hiill #maria hill x natasha romanoff #clint barton x laura barton #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

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Hi!, how are you? So i saw that you have your request open can I request

Mama!Nat x daughter (around 3-4) in where on one of Natasha's missions she lost her memories and her memory stayed around when she left the red room so she doesn't know she has a daughter (duh), when she is told she can't believe it because she never though she would be able to have a child or they take her daughter to see her for when she wakes up and she finds out that she has a daughter that way. she feels insecure about being with her thinking she may hurt her So she avoids her. But reader insist to be with her mama angst with happy ending pls.

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas an new year🎉

Btw sorry for the bad grammar/English. it's no my first language

Lost memory

Y/N: 4 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Please, auntie Wanda, I want to see mommy" Y/N begs, hugging Wanda's legs tightly and looking up at her with the best puppy eyes she can do.

Y/N's been begging every single Avenger, one by one, to take her see her mommy. Natasha's last mission didn't go as planned and she got badly hurt. She even was in coma for the entire 3 weeks, but thankfully she's much better now.

Though there is one problem… Unfortunately, Natasha doesn't remember the last years of her life… more specifically, the last memory she has is from more than ten years ago when she escaped the Red room.

Y/N's been begging and crying everyday, wanting to see her mommy. She knows Natasha's here on the compound as she saw how Steve carried her mama to Bruce after the mission.

"Y/N/N" Wanda sighs, lifting Y/N up and sitting her on her hip. "Honey, I know you do, but your mommy needs to rest" She kisses the little girl's head, receiving a whine as Y/N buries her head into Wanda's neck.

"I want mommy" Y/N cries out into Wanda's neck, making Wanda sigh once again.

"I know, bubs, I know"

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It took a few hours of begging, but Bruce and Doctor Cho agreed that they can't go on like this for much longer. Because the only one Natasha briefly remembers is Clint, he agreed that he'd be the one who tells the redhead about Y/N.

"How are you feeling?" Clint smiles at his best friend, sitting down on the bed.

"I'm fine, I don't know why I still have to be here" Natasha sighs, crossing her arms over chest. "Why are you here?"

"Can't I just come to see how's my friend doing?" Cling teases on which Natasha raises an eyebrow. "But yeah, I'm here to tell you something" He looks at the redhead, preparing himself to tell her about Y/N.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it? I feel like nothing can be worse than that I forgot the past 14 years of my life" Natasha sighs, waiting for Clint to speak.

"… We haven't really told you everything, Nat. There's something we left out, but we can't keep that from you anymore" Clint starts. "… You saved a little girl on a mission 3 years ago… She's spent here for about… 2 months and you decided to adopt her. She's 4 now and she's been begging us to take her to you. I know it's-"

"Wait. Wait. I adopted a child? Me?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing anything from what Clint has just said.

"Yeah, I-"

"Mama! Mama!" Y/N bursts into the room, Wanda running after her.

"I'm sorry, I turned around for 2 seconds and she was gone" Wanda explains with a sigh.

"Mama, I missed you!" The tiny girl says, attempting to climb the bed. "Mama" A whine escapes Y/N's lips after another failed attempt of climbing the bed as it's too high for her, holding her arms up for Natasha who's just staring at her shocked.

Wanda's quick to lift Y/N up, sitting her on her hip and holding her tightly as Y/N's trying to wiggle out of her arms and reaching her tiny arms for Natasha.

"N-no, no, I can't" Natasha panics, shaking her head.

"Calm down, Nat" Clint moves closer, trying to comfort his best friend. "Take her out, Wanda" He orders, Wanda nodding immediately.

"Want mommy! Mama!" Y/N cries loudly, kicking her legs and trying to wiggle out of Wanda's arms while the witch is carrying her out of the room again.

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A few days have passed since Natasha found out about Y/N and she still doesn't know how to feel about that. And now when she's finally allowed to leave the bed and get back to normal life, it seems even scarier.

Y/N, on the other hand, has been crying nonstop through the days. She just wants her mommy and everyone's been keeping her away again.

"Mama!" Y/N grins once she sees Natasha step into the kitchen, immediately jumping off of the chair and running to the redhead, crashing her little body into Natasha's legs.

"Oh, hi" Natasha says akwardly, carefully peeling the little girl off of herself.

It's not like she wouldn't want a child, but she just doesn't know how to take care of one. After all, she's never taken care of a child before… well, she doesn't remember it… so it's understandable that she's scared of it.

"Mama, I drew you lots of pictures. I'm gonna show you" Y/N informs, already running away for her drawings which makes Natasha let out a sigh of relief and she quickly makes herself something for breakfast.

"Hey, hm. You're Wanda, right?" Natasha asks, sitting down opposite the brunette who smiles and nods in response, so Natasha takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Clint told me you were the one who mostly took care of Y/N. I just… I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe take care of her for a bit more? At least a few more days please?" She asks, hoping to get a yes from the witch.

"Oh, of course. Y/N's such a sweetheart. If you need any help with her, I'll be happy to help you" Wanda smiles warmly on which Natasha lets out a sigh of relief, though the tiny footsteps that are approaching stress her out immediately.

"Look, mama! I have so many pictures for you!" Y/N informs, crawling on Natasha's lap which only makes Natasha panic. She has no idea how to hold the little girl, scared that if she wrapped her arms around her, her hold could be too strong and she'd hurt her. "This is you and me playing soccer, mama!" Y/N grins, pointing at the two figures on her picture before looking up at Natasha who only hums in response and gives the tiny girl an akward smile. "And this is us building a snowman!"

Of course Wanda senses Natasha's discomfort and calls her little niece to come sit back to her and to finish her breakfast which she's been eating before Natasha came in. Natasha mouths a 'thank you', shooting Wanda a smile before quickly finishing her own breakfast, disappearing into the gym without Y/N noticing.

"Where did mommy go, auntie Wanda?" Y/N asks after a while, looking around to find her mother.

"She needs to rest a lot, honey. We should leave her alone for a little bit" Wanda says with a sigh, already knowing this won't satisfy the tiny one.

Y/N pouts, jumping off of her chair, taking her drawings and running away, ignoring Wanda who's calling after her. She hasn't seen her mommy for weeks, she just wants to be with her. Why nobody understands?

The little girl enters Natasha's bedroom only to find it empty. There are ony two more places on the compound Natasha could be, so Y/N decides to check.

After not finding her mother in her office, Y/N ends up in the gym, smiling when she sees Natasha there.

"Mommy, you forgot the pictures!" Y/N informs, running to Natasha with her arms up. "Up! Mama! Up! Please!" The tiny girl pleads, jumping up and down in front of the redhead.

"Y/N, I… just put those drawings on the bench over there. I'll take them later, yeah?" Natasha says, trying her best to not hurt the little one's feelings.

Y/N nods, running away to put her drawings on the bench like Natasha wanted and then running back to her mama.

"Mommy, up please" Y/N requests, pulling out her best puppy eyes in hope to get some cuddles from the redhead.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't" Natasha nearly whispers, hoping the little girl would just go away.

"But mama please. I want some cuddles" Y/N repeats again, tears filling her little eyes.

"Y/N, I said no. Please go away" Natasha sighs, slowly losing her patience as the little child is still standing in front of her with her arms up.

"Mama, please" Y/N pleads.

"What is so hard to understand? I said no. Go away" Natasha orders sternly, her voice raised a little bit which makes Y/N run away and cry loudly.

Natasha lets out a sigh after Y/N's cries die down, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't want to make Y/N cry.

About an hour later Natasha leaves the gym, picking up the drawings from Y/N on the way. She throws them on her bed as soon as she enters her room, deciding to look at them after a shower. She really feels bad for making the tiny one cry.

Fresh out of the shower Natasha sits on her bed, taking all of the papers Y/N gave her and looking at all of them. She can't help the smile that forms on her face while looking at those drawings.

She spots a few more pictures hanging her closet, so she stands up and goes to look. She hasn't noticed them before as Clint only showed her where her room is this morning.

Now feeling even worse Natasha walks around the compound with hope to find the little girl somewhere. And after what feels like stepping into 100 different rooms Natasha finally finds the tiny girl in what seems to be her bedroom, laying on her bed and cuddling to her teddy bear while sobbing.

"Hi there" Natasha says quietly, sitting down on the bed on which Y/N just turns around and buries her head into her pillow. "Can we talk?" "Hm-hm" Y/N shakes her head.

"… Are you mad at me?" Natasha asks, gently placing her hand on Y/N's back and giving it a rub.

"Yes, because you're being mean and don't want to give me cuddles" Y/N mumbles out with a pout, finally looking at her mother with her puffy eyes.

"Y/N, I… I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to be mean to you, but I just don't remember you" Natasha sighs, tears forming in Y/N's eyes again at the not very nice tone Natasha used. "No, please don't cry. I'm sorry"

"But I want you to give me lots of cuddles and be nice to me, because you're my mama" Y/N cries out, burying her head into her pillow again which makes Natasha think about whether should she leave or not. She's never been in a situation like this. What should she do?

"I'm sorry, please just stop crying" Deciding to stay, Natasha desperately tries to calm down the little girl somehow, but rubbing her back just doesn't seem to be enough.

Though Y/N's tears don't stop. She just wants more comfort from her mommy, so she crawls over to Natasha, sitting on her lap, wrapping her tiny arms around her and burying her face into her mother's chest.

"I… okay" Natasha carefully wraps her arms around the tiny girl which finally makes Y/N calm down and the redhead smile as Y/N's hug brings her this really nice feeling she doesn't remember feeling before.

"Mama?" Y/N questions, lifting her head to look at Natasha who hums in response, smiling a little bit. "Did you look at my pictures?" She continues, finally being in her mommy's arms making her forget everything that happened just a few minutes ago on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.

"I did, they're very pretty, sweetheart" Natasha tells the tiny one, receiving a huge smile from the little girl before she cuddles up to her, making Natasha smile.

It will surely take a while until Natasha learns how to take care of Y/N and it will surely be hard, but now the redhead knows she wants to try and be a mother to the tiny girl. And there was only one thing that made her realize… a hug from her little girl.

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I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you had wonderful Christmas and New year as well!! <33

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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet).

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such.

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares.

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!”

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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