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Roadside Assistance

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts

Protective Natty ❤️

“You're definitely the only person I would do this for.”

“Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

"You're definitely the only person I would do this for.," Natasha grumbles while making her way over to help you, you who'd been stranded on the side of this road for a little over an hour now., "Natasha, we both know that isn't true—you'd help Wanda or Clint out like this too.," the redhead shrugged indifferently at your slight truths. You watched her intently as she settled her tool box down beside your lemon of a car, then your eyes were quick to zone in on her deliciously toned arms as she was removing her leather jacket to place it over your shoulder for safe keeping.

As she smirked at your wandering gaze you were quick to look away to avoid her taunting. Your eyes returned to her as soon as she was sliding beneath your car, and you took the moment alone to shamelessly admire her physique. Her shirt had ridden up to expose her toned abdomen and the sight alone left you wondering if she'd ever give you more than flirty banter and proposed bonds of friendship.

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Natasha had always intrigued you, she was a picture perfect example of beauty, and though she could do much better as a famed Avenger she was nothing if not an amazing friend to you. Many times went by where you thought it might be more to her, like when she'd invite you to events as her plus one, but then she'd sneak off with another girl, and you'd wind up hailing a taxi home. She was nothing short of confusing, but it never seemed to curve your want for her. Your sinful thoughts were soon interrupted as she asked you a rhetorical question., "Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"

You chuckled., "Didn't know me crying over the phone was charming Nat, but I'll remember that the next time I need you to help me.," she grunted in lieu of words, and for a few short minutes all that could be heard were her many grunts followed by curses and the sounds of her tinkering with car parts you knew nothing about, and you were just grateful your friend here seemed to know what she was doing.

"Everything alright down there?," you teased, but then your heart dropped when you heard her curse in her mother tongue, she slid out from under your car covered in black smudges while wearing a defeated smile., "Well, I have good news, and then I have bad news.," she relayed exactly what you expected to hear while extending her hand out to you for assistance. You jerked her up off the ground, and she was actually quite impressed with your strength., "Which do you want first detka?," she asked softly, her grease covered hands fell to your waist and you were about to protest for the sake of your shirt, but the touch just felt right.

"Natty, Just rip off the bandaid please.," you grimaced, and she offered you only the softest of smiles, the kind she'd only reserved for you. Soft lips pressed to your forehead for an added layer of comfort as she sadly confirmed your suspicions., "This car is junk Y/N/N, and based on what I can see the jerk who sold it to you off that lot last month had to have known it.," you sighed aggressively, your hot breaths fanning across the redheads skin causing her to shiver., "Would you care for the good news detka?"

Natasha's heart beamed when you leaned into her, laying your head against her chest and wrapping your arms around her waist as you nodded against her, urging her to speak., "Well, I have the kinda pull necessary to get you one of Tony's vehicles free of charge.," Natasha instantly shushed you before you could expectedly protest the generous offer., "On top of that offer I also would like to offer my own services.," you shifted so that you could peer up at her questioningly., "I'll be your personal chauffeur for the next week while Tony gets the car ready for you detka.," she says as if it was always the obvious answer.

"Natty, I can't ask you guys to to do any of that.," you confidently negated her offer, but the shake of her chest beneath your cheek as she chuckled told you she also didn't take you seriously., "You didn't ask, I offered because there's no way my precious girl will be back to taking the Subway through this shady city.," her arms were quick to slip around your back to hold you tightly against her, this need to protect you at all costs consuming her heart.

"Natty, I've lived here my whole life, I can handle the hustle and bustle of the city.," you said over a soft giggle, but all you received were her arms tightening around you., "Yeah, but I'm saying that won't be happening anymore. This city's only gotten more dangerous over time, and you've got a direct tie to me now. You're too important a person to me Y/N/N, far more important than I think you realize."

The vulnerability in her voice threw your mind for a loop, and as you pulled away to look into her eyes you could see they were glazed over., "Oh Natty, what's wrong?," her heart skipped when you immediately moved into comforting her, like it was just the most natural thing for you to do, and so she released a shaky breath in lieu of a response while she built up courage to be honest. Nonstop reminding herself of what Clint said to her as she left his farm last week. That she did deserve the love she knew you had to offer her, and in turn you deserved to know that she had always loved you just the same.

Softly she smiled at you, confusing you more as her lips softly kissed the palms of your hands that were currently cupping her warm cheeks., “Would you believe me if I said nothing?,” you went to reply, but she was too quick., “Because I am actually not sad at all Y/N, I’m thrilled to be able to take care of you. It’s all I want to do, now and for the rest of our life if you’d let me.,” you gasped at the confessional, words you’d all but begged for her to say were finally said, and it all felt like a fever dream, but you knew it was really happening as the cold wind breezed by., “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”

Natasha’s lips fell into a slight frown, but she knew better than to be offended. It truly was a fair question to ask her since she’s been running from your advances from the start., “Y/N, I would never lie to you, so what do you say,hm? Will you let me take you to dinner?,” she looked to you with hopeful eyes, and a bright smile etched her face when you nodded. You squealed when your body was lifted off the ground, Natasha having been overwhelmed by excitement found the urge to spin you around in celebration., “It’s already five, I made us reservations for six-thirty, so we have enough time to get us out of these dirty clothes.”

Natasha smirked when seeing realization flash across your face, she kissed your cheek just before dropping her helmet over your head., “Don’t overthink it detka, just hold on tight, and know that you’re forever safe with me.,” Though she couldn’t see it you smiled under the helmet, happy to know this was always her plan—to help you and make you hers. She guided you to her bike, helping you on, and once your arms laid comfortably over her abdomen she sped off on her motorbike with an unrelenting smile on her face as the crisp wind rushed through her beautiful red hair., “YA tebya lyublyu Y/N.,” she yelled out into the world, smiling when you squeezed her hip three times in what she understood to be your reciprocation., “I’ll protect you forever angel…”

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1,358 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn ☺️

[moiravim]

Master list

Key: 🌧️-angst, 🎀-parental, 🌻-fluff

Stories

The sacrifice. Bucky Barnes x Yn Zombie Apocalypse AU Story. 10 chapters. Completed. 🌻🌧️

I Miss When We First Met. Draco x YN Potter. Enemies to lovers, love triangle, slow burn. Completed🌧️🌻

Marvel Oneshots

Truth. Loki x yn. enemies to lovers 🌧️🌻

Support. Dad Tony 🌻🎀

Ily3000. Dad Tony comfort 🌻🌧️🎀

Assistance. teen yn sh comfort w/tony stark 🎀🌧️🌻

Let it out. Bucky hurt/comfort 🌧️🌻

Forevermore. Dad Loki🎀🌻

Rainy Nights. Fem Loki x reader 🌻

Widow friends. Platonic Yelena x yn🌻

Moon dad's meet yn🎀🌻

Moon dad's part 2 🎀🌻

Hot Coffee. Wanda x GN!yn 🌻

Date night Drama. Dad tony, romantic Bucky. 🌻🎀

Sick Mornings. Dad Clint Barton x GN!yn 🌻🎀

Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN🎀🌻

OverprotectiveDad!StephenStrangexGN!teen!yn🎀🌻

Unbearable. F!Loki x GN!YN sh comfort 🎀🌧️

Sick Nights. Kate Bishop x YN 🌻🎀

Runaway. Dad tony, brother Peter x teen!yn🎀🌻🌧️

Home. Dad!Stucky x overwhelmed YN 🌧️🌻🎀

Giving the avengers pride flags!!Pride month fluff🌻🏳️‍🌈

Star Wars One-shots

Din Djarin x teen!GN!yn🎀🌻🌧️ part 2

Harry Potter one-shots/HC

Draco x Male Reader HC 🌻🏳️‍🌈

FTM!Regulus HC hurt/comfort jegulus🌧️🌻🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Rosekiller headcanons🌻🏳️‍🌈

Dad Wolfstar/brother Harry Headcannons GN!yn🌻🎀

Dating James Potter Headcannons🌻

Platonic Ominis, Sebastian, Anne x GN!yn🌧️🌻

Sebastian/Ominis x Yn dating HC 🌻

Seb and Omi depression comfort🌧️🌻

Blonde hair. Draco's sister🌧️🌻🎀

Other One-shots

Basil Stitt "lightning face" x GN!teen!YN🎀🌻🌧️

Marvel characters react

Marvel men react to you being upset 🌧️🌻

React to you being overwhelmed 🌧️🌻

React to you coming out🌻🏳️‍🌈

Marvel characters as your parents🎀🌻

Going to vormir with you🌧️

React to you getting sick🌧️🌻

React to you on your period 🌻

Falling asleep on them🌻

Proposing to you🌻

Taking you on a date🌻

React to you passing out🌧️🌻

Other

Matching Marvel pfps

[moonlesslights]

Broken Hero (Dark Stony)

"—I'm just so tired of being the good guy.

Maybe you never were."

(Scenario located between the events developed in Captain America: Civil War and Thor: Ragnarok in the chronological order of the Marvel Cinematic Universe).

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Steve's foot taps the floor lightly, intermittently, picking up the pace as the elevator ticks up one floor with each passing second. He feels the air turn heavy and a trail of cold sweat run down his spine. Only Bucky seems to notice, and maybe it's just because he's under the same level of nervousness as his blond friend.

“This is a bad idea.”

"I know, I heard you the first three times." Sam replies, crossing his arms.

"We shouldn't involve him, not like this, at least." Steve insists, giving both of his companions a sidelong glance.

Bucky sighs next to him and brings one of his hands to his own face, trying to stay calm. "Do you have a better idea, Rogers?"

The "ding" of the elevator makes him shut his mouth before he manages to give the long-haired man an answer. The metal doors open in front of them, presenting an open living room illuminated by large windows, with elegant and expensive furniture; full of toys only Tony Stark could have fun with.

"Friday, I thought I told you not to open the door to strangers." His voice comes out of nowhere as they step into the room. The echo of his footsteps is lost in the immensity of the place.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid they insisted." The program assures.

"We just want to talk, Tony.” The captain hastens to say, looking for Stark with his gaze. His brows rise as he surveys the building: nothing has changed since the last time they were there.

"Well, that's certainly a big surprise."

The three men turn their bodies, following the sound of Tony's words up the stairs that lead to the second floor of the place. The black-haired figure soon appears in their vision field, resting on one of the concrete walls with a glass of whiskey in hand, giving them a lopsided smile that is not at all welcoming.

"It's been a long time, or have you finally considered turning yourself in?"

The blond remains static in his place, unable to fully understand the words that leave the millionaire's lips, and directing his attention completely and invariably to his face, in something that seemed only an instinct now: His hair continues combed to one side, just as he remembers it; his goatee is certainly a bit longer; he dresses smartly, he assumes he plans to go somewhere once they've left; there's a new scar over his left eyebrow; and his eyes, dark hazelnuts, his eyes are what tells him that this is still the Tony with whom once, years ago, he drank that same whiskey and laughed out loud the whole night to, later, receive the sunrise on the huge balcony of the tower. He watches those brown eyes and they, from a distance, ignore him.

“You know we wouldn't be here if we didn't have to.” Sam takes a step in their direction, waving to the newscast playing on the living room screen, reporting what everyone already knew.

“Correction: it is necessary that I help you with something, however, unfortunately for you, I am not interested in getting my hands dirty for whatever stupidity you have gotten yourself into this time.”

"Tony, listen..." Bucky tries to start explaining but is interrupted before reaching the minimum.

“Ah, ah.” The black-haired cuts him suddenly. Ironic tone in his voice. "I don't think I've given you permission to speak to me, or even to be here, as I recall."

The one with longer hair remains silent then, frowning but looking down. Steve finally decides to leave his little trance and, taking a deep breath, he finds the courage to fix his eyes on the black-haired ones.

"We just need you to help us find someone, or rather the place where they might be hiding something." Rogers tries his best to remain calm but his heart pounding hard in his ribcage doesn't help much.

"Again..." One of his palms opens to the side, jerking as the other holds his glass close to his chest. “I am not interested.”

"We're not asking you to fight with us, just point us where to do it." Steve can see the twitch on Tony's face, ready to finish off his words again, but he decides to get ahead of the argument. “We're talking about super soldiers, Tony. Things that Zemo provoked when giving out too many Hydra secrets.”

The black-haired looks away, avoiding eye contact, looking through the huge window towards the city that stretched out like an infinite urban field below them. Steve set his jaw, immediately guessing where Stark's mind had traveled.

Zemo had released many secrets in his quest for revenge for his family, one of them, most importantly... A Checkmate, specifically targeting... Tony. A secret that destroyed him, that destroyed them both. That destroyed everything. Leaving him in ashes, without a single spark of hope to return to what he was before, to what they were before.

The blond's heart clenched at the thought.

"They're dangerous." He forces himself to continue. "And they've already crossed the line. They will stop at nothing to get what they want.”

For another minute in silence, Stark remains still but his head works at full speed, analyzing what he already knew about the new super-soldiers who, just days before, had caused an explosion near a downtown cafe, leaving several wounded back. And he also knew that if he didn't decide to help them now and someone else resulted hurt or worse… He would feel the irremediable guilt fall on him. Again.

"If it is information you want, I suppose I could help. If with that I manage to keep them out of my sight for another long time.”

The engineer nods and Falcon hastily follows, starting to tell him almost immediately about the plan he and Steve had come up with, along with Bucky's knowledge of Hydra, and his suspicions of what the soldiers might be up to, up to that point.

"We need some State files, even S.H.I.E.L.D's” Mentions, Sam, showing some photographs to Stark. "It will help us know exactly what we might be up against."

“Isn't it guys like them?” Tony mentions, turning his back on both soldiers as he walks, and simply gesturing at them.

Of the three of them, Steve knew, Sam was the one who had kept in touch with Stark the most, especially seeking news of Rhodey's condition, trying to assuage his conscience. It was no surprise that the he was the only one who Tony was able to accept so close to himself, after all, Sam was the only one there who had tried to make up for his mistakes.

“The serum they're using is unlike anything I've seen before. They're so much worse than us.” Bucky is watched sideways by Tony as his words leave his lips, wary but sure of his statement.

"Good." The millionaire takes the stack of papers that Sam offers him and places them on a glass platform, causing hundreds of transparent screens to light up with the information. “Friday, give me everything you can find on Robert Lord Taylor.”

“Of course sir. Just a second.” The female intelligence responds.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get my workplace cleared." Tony barely glances at them. "You can be downstairs in the meantime... But please, if you use the bathroom try to behave like decent human beings and put the damn lid down when you're done."

...

Fifteen minutes later, Sam, Bucky and Steve sit on the expensive dark sofas on the first floor, devouring a packet of cinnamon rolls that someone had left on the table. The feeling of the same furniture on his body brings back inconvenient memories for the blond, who more than once was scolded by the black-haired for putting his feet up on the seats <<Do you realize what it's made of, Rogers? That synthetic leather is worth more than your own ass.>>. Neither of the other two have spoken to him in the time they've been there, and for Steve that's been a godsend, because if they'd tried, they wouldn't have gotten an answer.

He listens to them joke around for a while about the girl Bucky met at a bar last week and the blunder he did in front of her. Sam mentions, scoffing, that spilling a drink on someone can be the beginning of the best love story or, as in the case of his friend, the worst memory of that girl with a man. Bucky nods scathingly, and tosses at him the bucket that it wasn't like Sam was any more successful at love than he was. And Steve smiles, pushing his thoughts away from whatever memory was hitting him at the time.

"It's taken him a while already..." The long haired murmurs. "To be Tony Stark."

"He probably regretted it and is calling Thaddeus right now." Sam teases, but doesn't get the slightest smile from any of the soldiers.

“I'll go see if everything is alright.” The blond gets up, shaking off the crumbs that the bread had left on his pants; but his walk is quickly stopped by Sam's hand holding onto his wrist, gently.

“Don't you want me to go?” His dark eyes look at him with empathy and a simple, sorrowful smile. And Steve knows that his intentions are good, that they come from a good place in his heart; but he can't help the shock of irritation that goes to his head. "I'm just saying... That maybe it's not the best idea right now..."

“I don't need this kind of protection, Sam.” Steve shifts, regretting his snapping tone. “I'll go see how soon we can get out of here and make sure we don't have to start running before other types of soldiers start breaking through any existing windows in this place.”

Steve begins to walk in the stairs direction, slightly annoyed with the silence in which his companions remain at his expense, being able to feel their eyes fixed hard on his back during his entire journey until he manages to lose himself in the corridor that leads to Stark's study. Out there, he was their captain, their leader, the man they both obeyed without question, but as soon as Tony's name was brought to the table, their looks of friendship, of respect, changed to pity and compassion. And it made him sick every time it happened.

He gently knocks on the glass door, attracting the attention of the black-haired man, who was on the other side of the table, his body facing him. Tony looks down without saying a word and continues to move between the various screens around him; Steve takes the act as an invitation to enter.

Or maybe just a resignation.

"Have you located somewhere yet?" the blond asks, moving to the side of the table.

"Everything on that side may be important for you to know." The millionaire points to the opposite corner of the room. "It's just that I'm trying to find one more thing, but I can't find where they hid it...”

Steve begins to read the various titles and notes on the screens, making mental notes of things that seemed important for him to finish the mission. The soldier's aquamarine orbs travel back and forth, amazed at the amount of information Tony had managed to retrieve in those few minutes. And he would have stayed that way, if he hadn’t collided head-on with a screen that offers him a view of a huge newspaper headline "SUPER SOLDIERS, CAUSE OR CONSEQUENCE OF AVENGERS DISINTEGRATION?" accompanied by a photo of Zemo's arrest with Tony out of focus in the background.

And before he can think things through soberly, the words escape from his lips, turning to the black-haired man:

“We need to talk.”

Tony stops his movements on the screens and watches him for a few seconds, frowning inevitably.

"I don't think so," he answers curtly. He wants this to be the end of that conversation, but Steve isn't willing to let it go for any longer.

"Well, I need to, Tony." His voice goes up a couple of tones, drawing the black-haired’ confused eyes. “I need you to try to understand me, to try to understand why I did it. I'm sick of trying to find one more excuse to apologize.

"Apologize? You left me a fucking phone, Rogers." Tony loses his temper, hitting the table and causing several of the screens to disappear. “You didn't apologize, you asked me to call you if I needed you. And that's exactly why your phone has never rung.”

“It rang once.” Steve counterattacks, seeking the engineer's gaze. The other tenses his jaw, completely avoiding him.

"You were right, okay?" Tony murmurs, turning away. “You were right about Thaddeus, about the government, about everything. You're always right and that night I realized it, and I called you..." His voice shakes and Steve lets out a frustrated sigh. “But nobody answered.”

"I couldn't, I couldn't, Tony!" The blond tries to take a few steps towards him but Tony immediately backs away. "I had no idea what to say to you, I had no idea how to apologize for what I did to you. And I was afraid...”

Stark exhales a breath, fighting not to cover his ears and yell for him to leave. He didn't want to hear what Steve had to say, he wasn't ready, he never would be and he had learned to resign himself to it, but now...

“I was afraid because I knew that the moment I heard your voice there would be no going back. Because I would have left everything if you had told me you wanted me here.” His voice trails off. “And I couldn't, I couldn't leave them.”

"And you never will, Steve." The black-haired points out, keeping his eyes down with a half smile, covered in pain. "Because that's you. And that is also why I forgave you a long time ago. Because when I confessed to myself that I had fallen in love with you, I also knew that I had fallen in love with all your values ​​and stupid morals that lead you to always do what you think is right.”

Tony moves towards the door but Steve intervenes, he wasn't going to let him go, not now, not after he had told him again that he was in love with him, that there was still hope.

"No, no." He calls him desperately. “Do you remember the first time we were together? The next morning we argued terribly; I told you that I was in love with you and you told me that you were just horny and nothing more. And yet, you showed up at my door two days later, with coffee and my favorite dessert. You didn't say a word but you were there. It's my turn to be here, Tony!”

The black-haired remains silent, removing the screens around and taking, finally, some information. Without further ado and with glazed eyes, he hands it to the soldier.

“Everything you need is there.”

"Tony, please..."

“It's over, Steve. Everything is over.”

As the three men leave his home, the black-haired watches them again from the stairs. Bucky nods his thanks and Tony doesn't look away, which seems to be enough for the other. Sam says goodbye briefly and Steve doesn't look up again until the elevator doors close completely.

He fights back the tears he had thought so long drained away, as his head whips with the greatest conclusion to his story: he had lost the love of his life.

...

By the time Tony showed up mid-mission, amidst the gunfire and screams of the super soldiers, it wasn't even a surprise to Steve anymore. Plans were distributed, Bucky those on the West side, they against those on the North side of the building, and Sam on the other side, would seek to corner them along with Bucky on the East flank.

Now, thirty minutes later, Steve and Tony were in one of the building's rooms, waiting for the other two to show up with their work done. They talked, commented on what was happening and distributed what they would do once they were all on the ground. Just like in the old days. The heart of both dancing to the rhythm of the other's voice.

And Bucky, Bucky was supposed to have taken care of everyone on that side. Bucky should have taken care of everyone. But Tony was smiling as Steve recounted a prank they did to Sam, and Steve was so lost in his eyes. And the man, this unknown super-soldier... He walked through the door after them. Steve yelled a warning as soon as his eyes caught the movement, but it was too late.

The super soldier fired, Tony's body fell to the ground.

Steve reacted immediately, lunging at the intruder, bashing his shield over and over and over into the soldier's body. The metal burying itself in his flesh before returning to his arm and throwing itself forward again.

And it wasn't the first thud of a hit or the many that followed, like deafening crashes in the place, that caused Bucky and Sam to rush to the spot in growing desperation; were but the heartbreaking screams that seemed to go through each and every one of the walls of the place. One after another, long, painful, paralyzing...

It was Steve.

They both burst into the huge room almost at the same time. Sam was the first to assimilate the scene and, before regretting it, he called for backup. Bucky entered two seconds later, stifling a groan as he observed what had happened:

Steve was cleaning Tony's face, brushing his hair to the sides and caressing his cheeks in the action. The passivity on the man's face was broken only by the dark, dripping hole just above his left eyebrow.

"Tony, love, Tony." Steve's voice had dropped, but his breathing only quickened with each passing second. "Everything will be fine, love, I'm here. I got you.”

"Steve... What happened? Is Tony...?" Sam trailed off when the blond looked up. The man's eyes fixed sternly on Tony's head injury and the inactive reactor.

“You!” Steve exclaimed, standing up and pulling Sam out of his trance. "Where were you?! Where were you, Bucky?!"

Sam has to throw his entire body to stop Steve before he gets to the named soldier. Bucky was static, he didn't even seem to be able to react to the shouts that Steve continued to shot in his direction. The only thing that really showed the state he was in was the sweat that trickled down his temples.

"Let go of me! Let go of me, Sam!"

"Steve, Steve!" Sam tries to call him. "Calm down, everything is okay."

He regrets his words as soon as they leave his lips.

“Okay?!, Look at T-Tony!” His voice drops, not wanting to admit that there was something wrong with Tony, with his Tony. He turns his gaze to the soldier behind Sam. "And all because of you!"

"Steve! drop it, now." Sam's reluctant order leaves the blond less aggressive, returning to rest his feet fully on the ground.

"You were supposed to have been here, Bucky, you should have entered through that door, not... him!" He pointed to the assailant's body almost embedded in the concrete of the wall due to the number of blows on the torso. “Where were you?!...”

The agent tries again to reach him but Sam gets in the way.

"Steve..."

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” he yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened, trying to hold the lump in his throat. "...Where were you, Bucky?" His voice was barely a whisper between the ever-closer sirens.

Anger hits him again, just when his sight had gone out of focus, as if remembering everything. Not only the moment he saw a bullet going through the head of the love of his life, but also the smile he was giving him before that, soft, flirtatious... loving; and how it was gone so suddenly as his body rushed into his arms, and as he poured out his anger on the man's body, Tony's voice echoing softly, one, two, three times... Altering the named, making him see black, until he ran out of strength and dropped to the ground with the body of his lover in his hands.

His heart was pounding in his chest, so hard it hurt. Tony's eyes seemed to look at him even when he knew they didn't anymore. The system seemed to shut down and his Reactor stopped glowing as Steve's cries of despair grew louder and louder.

In front of his eyes he could see his worst nightmare come true, and his head was hitting him with the only two words he never wanted to see together: Love and death.

The only thing he could think of as he tore at his throat screaming was: The person I love has been murdered.

“It was your fault!” he yelled, coming to his senses once again. “You had to be here, with us! You were the one who had to take care of everything on that side!”

His voice had reached a new point and the emotions that his face reflected were chillingly sad.

Bucky spoke for the first time since they had entered there.

"Steve... I... I'm sorry." Saying so, the agent began to walk back towards the body gently lying on the ground, already ignoring the words of his best friend.

Bucky tried to take a few steps towards him but...

"Stay away! Stay away from him!" Steve yelled, enraged, stopping him dead in his tracks. "You caused this, you were the one who told us that he wanted us on this stupid mission even though we said no!" He turned to Bucky. "This is on you."

Steve fell onto his knees and pulled Tony's body against him, swaying, lulling him. His sobs soon develop into the only thing Sam and Bucky can pay attention to, even as the room is filled with cops.

No official dared touch Steve for the first 15 minutes. They all knew him after all, and seeing him that way was tearing them apart.

One of them finally approached, putting her hand on the captain's shoulder. He didn't even look at her.

“Steve, we have to go.” The agent shook his head. "You have to come with us."

Several more agents passed, all failing in the attempt. Some tried to go to Tony's side, putting their hands on him to try to separate him from Steve, but they didn't even get to that: As soon as the soldier noticed their intentions, he sobbed for them not to touch him, and if they didn't stop, then he would yell at them almost at the top of his lungs to get out of there.

It wasn't until agents arrived with direct orders to clear the area and didn't care about anything else that they managed to separate them.

Four of them grabbed Steve and lifted him up, dropping Tony's body, which two others lifted as if he were a piece of junk.

Steve lost control before the act and lunged against one of those who held him, giving him a good blow while he screamed and struggled <<Let go of me!, please, leave him alone!>>

They sedated him in that moment, making him heavy and tired in a few seconds.

"Please… don't hurt him." Tears streamed down his face and his voice trailed off a little more each time. “He doesn't like to be alone, I have to go with him, please...”

The officers began to drag him towards the exit while two others put Tony in a whitish bag, cruel.

"Tony... he's hurt, don't put him there..." He felt the world spinning and his heavy eyelids closing, making him see black. He couldn't anymore, he didn't want to anymore. His voice trailed off but the tightness in his chest continued to threaten to kill him when he, before giving up, murmured to them desperately: "He hates the dark."

Steve surrendered to the unbearable clouds that swallowed everything, and he thought that maybe that was the way it had been for Tony, he thought that maybe those officers had done him a favor and that he would soon wake up with the engineer next to him. And he would never hear from the world again.

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The next day, Steve woke up in a hospital surrounded by presents that his colleagues had left for him. His presence was wrapped in a clean, neutral scent, and his heart clenched as he remembered all that had happened.

He had woken up to a meaningless life, without Tony.

His eyes met Sam's, who was standing outside the room, wary. Bucky peeked out from behind him, looking down as soon as his eyes met the agent's.

They were both watching it and they knew it. He knew it himself.

Steve had died. He died in the night, with his lover in his arms. And he died screaming for him.

However, the monster that took his place was silent.

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Bloody Hell of a Mess

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request

“Oh my god you're bleeding. How the hell did you do that?”

“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Warnings: Gash/Blood

"Oh my god you're bleeding!," Natasha shrieks as she enters the kitchen to find you hovering your injured hand over the sink., "How the hell did you do that?," she continues while making her way over to assess the damages, and she's nearly fainting as she takes note of the deep gash, her eyes quickly bore into yours next, effectively making you nervously shriek out a response., "I was trying to cut the tomatoes!"

Natasha's brows furrow while her hands take a fresh dish towel to apply the necessary pressure to your bleeding wound. The pain is rather blinding, causing you to slightly sway in your spot, and that's when Natasha uses her other hand to stabilize your body., "Y/N.," she calmly mutters your name, you look up to her nervously as you're unsure what Natasha you are about to get here., "Why were you cutting the tomatoes and not Wanda or Bucky? You know, the ones who actually cook dinner here."

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"I-I was trying to help Wanda, she seemed stressed, and so I offered to be her sous chef.," you mumbled your answer so quietly that the redhead hardly heard you., "Come again?," you looked up to her with your lip trapped between your teeth, and her surface level anger melted at the adorable sight of your nervous state., "Detka, you know there's a reason you're not one of the chef's here.," she softly cooed before swiftly pecking at your lips to get you to release your lower lip., "That reason being your stunning ability to burn water, and apparently now to chop your hand up along with the tomatoes.," she chuckled when you tried to lean away from her, the embarrassment clear as day on your face., "Natty, it was one time."

"One time is too many.," she reasons while pulling your body closer to hers, and you can see the genuine concern she carried for you beneath her usually guarded eyes, "Let's get you to Bruce now, then if you're good we can cuddle in bed until you're feeling better.," you sighed, knowing that fighting her would get you nowhere so you nodded your acceptance.

Wanda then entered the kitchen at the worst time, approaching the cut tomatoes and shrieking at the sight of your blood all over. Natasha was quick to stop you from talking, the need to keep you focused on your hand was imminent., "Hey Wands, use the black card to just order takeout tonight, Y/N here was given privileges she never should've been.," the witch grimaced once she took in the sight of you, the way you looked of a wounded puppy made her heart skip, and she also found Natasha's calm to be nothing to take for granted., "Sounds good to me, I'll just clean this up and order some Chinese food since it's your guys favorite.," Natasha smirked at the relative easiness of the situation, knowing good and well that even if Wanda would win in a fight, she was still fearful of the former assassin.

Wanda sent you an apologetic smile when you walked by her sniffling, the bloodied towel a reminder to never you near the knives again. Natasha was also quick to whisper said reminder to her, the softness in her voice was a faux offer of comfort, because the truth in her words was that the witch got off lucky this time. Natasha escorted you to Bruce, who with one silent nod from the redhead knew to get to work on fixing you up. She held your good hand, allowing you to squeeze hers whenever a stitch was too much to bare, and she kept her comments to herself about how soft you were.

After all was said and done you were her precious little baby, a fierce avenger by day, but by nightfall you were a soft little cuddle bug. Every time you’d inevitably come home injured she’d revel in the cuddling to come after she knew you were going to be okay. So just as soon as Bruce gave you the all clear she was carrying you out of the medbay bridal style. Passing the kitchen she expertly grabbed the bag being extended her way, and carried you along with the takeout up to your shared room.

Natasha settled you on the bed, stopping briefly to kiss your cheeks since you whined at the loss of her warmth. The adorable pout you wore always warmed her heart, knowing that she brought you as much comfort as she did never failed to make her feel contentment. Loving you had been by far her favorite thing that life ever threw her way, so as she held you close, scooping your go to chow mein into your mouth, she thanked the world for another day that she got to spend cherishing your life.

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… If Only in my Dreams…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

I’ll Be Home For Christmas… (Prev)

Mama-Nat ; Mommy-R

Warnings: Hostile!Nat, Tantrums/Outbursts, Violence, Blood, Injured!R

Sorry it took so long to put out, but I just really wasn’t in the necessary headspace to finish this.

There was a low humming noise that filled the dark room, or at least you assumed it was dark since you'd yet to open your eyes, but judging by the lack of red tint to your eyelids it wasn't all that hard to infer. You intended to appear asleep to your captors, but due to the frigidity of the space you were left in it was impossible to contain your shaking, and as you expected it wasn't long before someone was entering.

"Good, you're finally awake.," the mans taunting laughter bellowed off the walls as he bared witness to the ceasing of your shivering, your body was now stilled, every muscle having tensed up, whilst the hair on your body stood, and your heart thumped harshly in your chest., "Welcome home Agent 22, get some rest, you'll be needing it.," he chuckled unabashedly while your body racked with uncontainable sobs that only further the pain in your head. The sound of the slamming door behind him made a harsh noise as it automatically locked, and you knew, without a doubt, exactly where you were.

Back at the beginning...

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It'd been twenty four hours since you fell, an entire trip around the sun with no answer on as to where you ended up, or if you were even still alive. Presumably you're being held captive by an 'unknown' group of men, with harsh injuries to account for all the blood you lost in Russia. When the sisters returned to the cabin your wife wasted no time utilizing all of her own resources and access to government databases. Every avenue she went down failed though, she knew it'd be pointless to remain in Russia, it's very unlikely your captors had, and she hadn't enough to work with in the faraway place so she set back off to the states for assistance.

So now Natasha paced around Clint's barn, the place she'd advised her former teammates to meet up with her at as it wasn't on any radars. Her heart was absolutely shattered, her gut had been warning her from the start that the trip was a bad idea, but somehow you'd convinced her it would be okay, and now you're injured horribly, and on top of that you're also missing. Had her sister never treated you so terribly, or had she stuck to her guns and kept you home, then this nightmare wouldn't have come to life.

Yelena was sat on a bale of hay, her face was stitched up, injured arm strapped to her body, and her eyes were painfully glued to the floor, unwilling to catch those of her sisters. This trip was never supposed to end in carnage, even if at one point Yelena thought she'd have to kill you herself—deep down she always knew she wouldn't have to, but even in her success of making nice with you, this is still all her fault. Two unsuspecting kids sit inside the Barton's house, only a few paces from her guilty form. The thought of them losing their mommy if they don't work fast enough weighing heavy on her conscience; it all brings her to silent tears.

Natasha hasn't said a word to her for fear of saying things she couldn't take back. She knows Yelena tried to save you, but had she never been reluctant to let you in, then the trip that led to your disappearance never would've happened, and you'd be here, safe in her arms.

Christmas is less than two weeks out, and the idea of you missing Eli's first Christmas leads to her falling to her knees in another fit of sobs. Clint was quick to pull her into his embrace, he doesn't try to shush her, or to cheer her up with promises of saving you—no, he simply holds her close, and allows her the space to fall apart.

Once she'd settled into his embrace, her sobs eventually faded into the occasional hiccup, and they remained in this bubble until she heard the familiar rumble of a jet, then she was racing out of the barn to greet the stoic team. Tony was first to deplane, the multitude of gadgets necessary in his hand to find you work to settle Natasha's nerves ever so slightly. Wanda's next to deplane, her eyes bloodshot from crying the whole ride there, and she's the first of any to pull Natasha in for a hug. Steve was the last to deplane, a heaviness settling on his shoulders as he continues to ponder if this was all his fault—did he compromise your life?

"Now that we're all here, shall we begin?," Tony breaks the tense silence, holding back a shiver once he sees the daggers the little witch was staring into the folded over blonde., "They've got something blocking the tracking device in her neck, here's all that I have for it.," Natasha relays, shoving her semi useless tracker into his hands in the hopes that it'll mean something to him. Tony smiled solemnly at her, then he silently began to fiddle with everything he brought to get the process going.

"Nat, why do we think they wanted Y/N?," Cap asks as a way to hopefully gather more of an understanding on why they only took you, the man however gulped upon seeing the fire in her eyes., "Not sure Rogers, could be the bar fight they caused, or the Hydra mission you sent me on, jury's still fucking out on a cause."

Everyone in the room flinched as her voice had only elevated, making Natasha jump to her feet right after to leave the barn in search of solace. The last thing she wanted was to guilt trip, or make your friends feel responsible. Sadly her her attempts to find such peace proved really hard to obtain when the only person who can bring her back down to earth is gone. Eliana, and Jackson usually brought her said peace, but with their uncanny similarity to you all she could see is what she lost, and failed to protect.

Facing them alone was already hard enough, but when one can verbalize his worries over his missing mommy it only makes it that much worse. Eli's cries also wouldn't stop with Nat around, when just last week it was only her who could get them to, it's as if she knew her mommy was in danger just by looking to her. Natasha was hardly ever alone with them, and she never realized they picked up on that until she returned without you. They'd been ecstatic for about thirty seconds before the emotional turmoil Natasha exuded transferred to them, then it was wailing, and "Where's mommy?," and her already breaking heart couldn't deal, leaving the Barton's to handle the distressed children, while she ran out to sob some more.

Avoiding your beloved kids is the last intention she ever had, but as she sat alone on the rickety tire swing it was exactly what she was doing. Tears ran down her cheeks at the daunting reality that they may never get you back, that she might have to raise the children without your warm touch, and voice of reason. Everything she knew about being a mother came from directly mirroring you, you'd been her reference point for all things proper., "She's alive Natalia, I can still feel her."

Wanda could hear her horrid thoughts from a mile away, the idea alone of never finding you was enough to have infuriated her. Though the tie between you two wasn't blood, there was no doubt it was akin to that of siblings. Hydra was never kind to any of you, but she never forgot the way you looked out for her and Pietro, or how you took the brunt of the testing for their sake. You were their guardian angel, so after many years of forced separation, when they saw you with the Avengers, leaving Ultron wasn't even a question, it was just the answer.

Wanda's no stranger to loss, she's lost everyone who's ever meant anything to her up until this point, everyone except for you. There's no way she isn't going to get you back, even if she has to delve into the world of unforeseen spells. Not a thing, or person in the world would stop her on her conquest to saving her family., "We're going to find my sister Natasha.," her voice boomed through the air with conviction, and for what felt like the millionth time today your wife was crying, she didn't understand what even set her off, but she sobbed anyways while Wanda moved to hold her close for you., "We'll find her Nat... We have to..."

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Though you couldn't see anything, you could feel everything, like the frigid air being pumped into the metal room in obvious punishment. IV's were attached to your arms, the same set that you couldn't move more than an inch without sharp pains shooting throughout you. Whatever they were pumping you full of made you drowsy, but you were prepared for such torture tactics by Shield, and that's how you've managed to remain awake this whole time.

Time eluded you for the most part seeing as how you'd been locked away like a princess in a castle waiting for her glorified savior in all those silly fables, but you were certain by the tick of the clock—that he placed here to taunt you, that at least forty eight hours had passed since he first made himself known to you. Strucker, the man who held you captive for years, and who you'd believed was dead up until this point now held your life in his hands.

Slimy hands that only sought out unyielding power and to also bring you immense pain. It's obvious that Strucker heard about your giving up of your powers with the way he's using the cold to ice you into a weakened state. It's likely he always knew they'd kill you eventually, you reckon that's why he didn't put up much of a fight to find you after you fled over a decade ago. If you weren't so fatigued you'd give him a piece of your mind, but more to the truth, he'd yet to return, and you weren't wasting energy yelling at him through the cameras.

So you lied there silently, your eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before they'd pop right back open—he wasn't getting the satisfaction of a win, no upper-hands for him. 

Funny enough, you were like the calm in the storm while lying emotionlessly on the bed, but unbeknownst to you, your prospective savior was in the state of a damsel in excess distress. Truly, you'd both managed to flip the script.

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Hope around the Romanoff household had dwindled into nothing after over a weeks time, as Tony had yet to give the redhead any good news, and your wife was so distraught over this lack of progress that she'd only been getting about two hours of sleep a night, and was of hardly any use to anyone. Nightmares of all kinds plagued her mind every time her eyes were closed, and when they opened she was reminded that she was living in one just as bad. Wanda and Yelena had decided it best to stay with her in your house for the sake of the confused children. Wanda tended to Eli most days, while an injured Yelena usually handled all of Jackson's entertainment and needs.

Today though, Wanda had been urgently called into the barn by Tony and Steve, while Yelena was passed a grumpy Eli into her good arm. Jackson was whining for food, but the baby was crying, and Yelena couldn't manage both. Natasha went into the living room to decipher the fuss, and at the sight of the chaos she moved on autopilot, scooping up the little boy. Then she waltzed into the kitchen with the toddler clinging to her offered comfort, and she microwaved him a tray with chicken and fries.

The little boy whimpered when being removed from his mama's arms, she hadn't kept her comfort from him intentionally, and it ruined what was left of her heart to see him hurting due to her distance. He needed to eat though, so she settled his food before him, all was going well too as he smiled up at her gratefully, and she returned the smile, her first of the week. While she stayed to observe him she noticed he was only eating the fries with ketchup, and the chicken was left untouched. In an attempt to encourage him to eat the protein she dipped it into the available ketchup, but her face twisted when he looked at her in genuine disgust.

"Icky sauce.," he insisted while pushing her hand away, the former—potentially soon to be—widow's face scrunched up in obvious confusion. He'd literally just been eagerly dipping his fries into the ketchup with no issue., "Jackson, baby boy, please just eat the nugget, they're good for you.," she pressed the boy on tiredly, to which he loudly shouted back no, then continued to eat the fries unbothered.

"Jackson, don't yell at mama, and eat the damn chicken.," she herself yelled back, but she was instantly regretful as he flinched and looked to her with a wobbly lip, and eyes that were filling up fast with tears. A pained gasp left her when he shakily pushed her comfort away, he was sobbing, but wanted nothing to do with her. The confused look in his eyes was obvious, she had never yelled back at him before, she'd left the outbursts to you, and you were always so good at redirecting the non desired behaviors.

Natasha and you had agreed early on that you weren't going to be the parents that yelled at their kids for every little thing, that instead you'd lead by example, and the both of you would practice kindness, partaking in gentle parenting over the modern worlds harsh ways. Now, in one weeks time she'd undid it all, because the precious little boy looked at her as if she was the devil, Eli's sympathy wails soon filled the space, and it all broke her spirit even more., "Mama's sorry, I'm so sorry baby."

After removing the tray from his chair she gently placed her hands before him., "Baby, please look at mama, I'm sorry that I yelled at you.," the little boy looked up to her, glossed over eyes to resemble those of your own met hers, and she had to curtail the incoming sob at the heartbreaking resemblance. He needed her, the feelings she had would just have to wait., "Come here baby.," she pleaded desperately, watching as he worked through his options, and after only a second he launched from his chair and into her awaiting arms, she secured them around his tiny body, and the both of them cried together on the kitchen floor.

Yelena entered with the sniffling baby who, to her shock, reached for the two on the floor. After silently passing her over, Wanda entered the kitchen in a rush, the sight of the broken family cuddling causing her to steel her face., "What did the guys want?," Natasha's hoarse voice broke through the tense silence, but she was too focused on the kids in her arms to see Wanda's features twitching before speaking., "To see how you're doing, and quite frankly, the answer was not good Natasha.," she lies, and Yelena catches it instantly., "Let's get all of you off the floor and into bed for some rest."

Yelena notices how eager the witch was to get Natasha out of the way, she lets her know as such too when she glares her way but she still hangs back, and waits rather impatiently for the woman to return to the living room.

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Strucker was amused as he entered your cell to find you humming along to a familiar tune. Your mind was entering a state of delirium he'd been hoping for, the German tune reminiscent of your old Hydra days, and he wondered why it was even a source of comfort for you., "Agent 22, time for you to come with me."

Internally you were cheering, you were playing into whatever game he wanted by appearing fragile, and broken to his preferred specifics. Staying in this room gets you nowhere closer to escaping, and you also knew that no one could track you on the basement floor of the base.

However, as his men hoisted you out of the bed, the first time in a week that you'd been made to move more than from the bed to the toilet directly to your right and back, you could finally feel the extent of your injuries, and you knew you couldn't fight your way out of here.

The burly men groaned as if you weighed ten tons when your legs suddenly gave out, and all your weight was left on them to carry. They let you know of their displeasure too as they were unnecessarily tugging on your injured arms. It was obvious to you that your right shoulder was dislocated in the free fall, while your left was just brutally strained. It was something you expected, because before losing consciousness you remember dangling from an oak tree by the wire of the grappling hook that you had managed to wrap around your hands.

Along with the dislocated shoulder you could feel all the tiny, untreated scratches on your face. They were itchy, and sore, along with all of the other marks you managed to get as the rocks and branches tore through the many layers you'd been previously taunted for wearing. Fortunately nothing too bad had happened to your legs, they're bruised up from hitting all the rock, but other than that they're fine. Having been unfed for over a week is what left you weakened, and thus unable to walk.

The men placed you in a cold, metal chair, and you groaned at the set up, tools of every type laid on a metal tray besides your body, and in front of you a man was setting up a camera. These setups only ever meant one of two things with Hydra, a morbid chance to say goodbye, or a hostage negotiation, that usually ends with a dead hostage, and a dead or captive savior.

"I bet you're wondering what your fate is.," Strucker reappeared before you, hovering and looking down to you with a devilish smirk., "You'll know in due time dearest one.," you shuddered at the old, nauseating nickname. The man smirked wider at your disgust, then he clapped your shoulders for an added bite of pain before moving to face the camera lens.

"Privet Agent Romanoff, and Maximoff.," your heart skipped when he addressed the two most important women in your life., "My beef is not with you Romanoff, but with your wife, and my very special girl Wanda.," the urge to vomit was at an all time high when he referenced her that way., "Sorry to you for destroying your family, but as an old friend of Dreykov's, I'm actually not sorry—call it an eye for an eye, will you?"

"However, I am willing to strike up a deal, I'm not a monster after all.," he feigns sympathy as he blatantly lies to your people, you know damn well that you're a dead woman sitting if they're not strategic enough about this., "If the witch willingly returns to my team, then I'll give you back the useless scraps behind me."

"Don't do it Wanda! You know it's a trap.," a fist connected with your face harshly, your jaw making a crackling noise as your head swung to the side. Blood trickled down your chin, and for a moment silence befell your form, but to all present parties shock you chuckled wildly, lifting your head back up to face them., "What? You think I can't take a punch?," you taunted the man, though your jaw ached intensely you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing., "schwache Hündin.," you spat at the man, blood landing on his cheeks, and in retaliation he head butted you rather harshly, causing you to bite your tongue in more ways than one.

(Weak bitch)

"Feisty as ever I see.," Strucker interrupted the chaos, his hardened gaze on your pained face., "Don't worry dear, the fun is just beginning.," he chuckled before facing the camera again., "Consider this your six hour head start mighty Avengers, that's how long Mrs. Romanoff here has before her life will be completely ended."

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Wanda is only gone maybe a few minutes, and as soon as she enters the room Yelena's in her face., "Why are you lying to my sister?," Wanda rolls her eyes, not really having the time of day for this., "For my sisters, and her own good.," she brushes right passed the confused blonde and heads straight for the door, but she pauses.

"I-Is Y/N...?," Wanda turns back to glare at her, her eyes phasing into a crimson hue, as tendrils of her magic move across her fingers., "No, and don't even hypothesize such a thing Yelena, might be your dream come true, but it isn't any of ours.," she growls, the low blow of her words not even an afterthought, her mind is only consumed with a need to save you., "That's not fair, we're family now, I-I.," she began to defend herself, but Wanda waved her hand about in quick dismissal.

"Yelena, I do not have time for this, I put her to sleep, the effects will wear off in a few hours, and by the time she wakes up I'll have Y/N."

"Natasha will never forgive you for going without her.," Wanda nods, a slight shrug to follow, with her back to the blonde., "Then so be it, but we both know she's in no condition to fight, and moreover, this is mine and Y/N's battle, no one else's.," she shut the door swiftly, an obvious finality on her chosen words that left the blonde to fall back in an anxious heap on the couch., "So not cool Y/N Romanoff..."

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Everything in your body hurt, wounds that had only just started to scar over from your fall were ripped wide open again, the men were chuckling darkly with every cry you couldn't suppress, and your will to remain conscious was dwindling fast the more their varying actions went on. Fists of one pummeled into your ribcage leaving you breathless, while a scalpel was teasingly ran over your throat, lightly nicking the skin on occasion to keep you abreast of your looming fate.

Tears fell down your bruised cheeks, mixing with your blood as you gave up the front, the likelihood was that today was the day you died. You weren't crying over the physical pain, you were numb to that after about an hour, no, you were crying for the sake of your little family. Natasha isn't ready to be on her own, not that anyone ever is, but you know for her this'll be a true test to her strength, and though you love her, there's no faith she'd ever recover from the heavy loss. She'd told you almost daily how she couldn't live without you, and though it was a soft statement in the moment, the sentiment was all the same in the end; she meant it.

Eliana, and Jackson have barely just started, and now you've left them in a shattered family. Because there's no way Natasha won't end up resenting Yelena for this happening if it ends bad. It's all a bout of tragic ironic really, all you ever wanted was to fix their problems, and in trying to do so it appears you only made it ten times worse. At least before they were talking, the blonde just hated you, maybe it was selfish of you to want more there.

Had you just let her grow to like you, instead of pushing for a quick resolution, then the family would be intact, and you wouldn't be dying...

Harsh sobs began to rack your body as your most fondest memories ran through your mind all so suddenly. The first time you ever kissed Natasha; it was so vivid that it was if you were reliving it, a smile gracing your face in real time as you remember what it's like to feel her, to taste her lips, and it hurts to know it's over. Then as if to taunt you your mind moves to when she said yes to your marriage proposal, and then through all the many "I love you's.,"

Then the birth of your son plays, and the many moments after that you screen grabbed within your mind of his milestones. Standing out to you most was how Natasha was such a nervous wreck during that time, remembering all the many ways she tried to keep him safe briefly warmed up your freezing body. Memories of your daughters birth and every gummy smile she ever gave you flew through next, and it just left you praying for more; you needed time.

Those sweet little memories of the four of you on the couch, with Natasha rocking Eli to sleep while Jackson and you geeked out over whatever cartoon was on at the time, those were always your favorite nights. Natasha and you took turns gazing lovingly at the other, a sweet little game that always ended in a shared kiss over the slumped bodies of your children.

Once your eyes fly open, as if they were shut against your accord you gasped, the once silver room was decorated crimson, and the woman stood before you was as well., "Wanda.," you sighed in relief, then as your body knew you were safe, you'd slumped into her arms, all the adrenaline now leaving you in your true state. Wanda gently maneuvered you comfortably within her hold, then she flew out the hole in the roof that she'd previously entered through.

A monocle dangled from her hand, a trophy she collected in proof of her success...

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Natasha woke with a start, hands searching for you, but soon her body shook with the knowing sobs that the lovely dream had ended. Reality was far more bleak for her, but she still softly smiled at the sight of your sleeping children. One against her, the other in her bassinet, and she decided there that she needed to get it together for their sake, you'd want her to do it.

Just as she began to process through some of her grief the door to her room flew open, and an out of breath Clint entered., "We have her."

Natasha stumbled out of the bed, scooping up the sleeping baby, while Clint grabbed a now awake Jackson., "Mama?," he tiredly whined, and Natasha rounded the bed to kiss his cheek, "I'm right here my little love.," she reassured him, once he felt secure in that knowledge he snuggled into Clint, and the duo ran out of the house, speeding passed a confused Yelena.

Once she heard the car tear off she knew what was going on, she smiled to herself at the good news, but then she frowned upon noticing the dullness in the lived in space. Nothing about your place felt right to her now that you were apparently back. She knew from stories told that you absolutely adored the holiday that was Christmas, so she called the men in from the barn, and the three planned out a miracle.

It might be December 30th, the holiday having passed on by without a celebration, but it didn't have to mean that all hope was lost.

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Natasha ran straight into the infirmary, a sigh of relief left her seeing from afar that the lying little witch was drenched in the blood of her enemies, and with just the briefest glimpse of your hair her anxieties settled. Then she heard your laughter as she got closer, stilling in her move to reach you, she allowed the sound to reverberate around her mind for a moment. Her lip trembling as she never thought she'd hear such an angelic sound again, and with that she was running to get to you once more.

Your head lifted off the pillow when the doors slammed open, and your heart fluttered in your chest at the sight of your beautiful wife running towards you. Her hands shakily held your face, and her lips steadily pressed into yours, the both of you choking back a sob at the touch., "Detka, oh my gosh, I-I can't believe it's you."

"In the tattered flesh.," you teased, and she chuckled at your tasteless joke, then she turned to Wanda with a glare that would scare off the burliest of men, but the witch only winked., "Told you we'd find her.," she held up the cracked monocle, and Natasha beamed at the sight before pulling the gross witch in for a tight embrace., "Thank you.," the witch hugged her tighter at her soft whispers., "Mhm"

"When can she leave?," Natasha asked as she looked at you being healed, her heart wouldn't truly settle until you were in the house she built for you, full of every safety feature she could have ever imagined courtesy of one Tony Stark., "Tomorrow evening.," Cho sounded off from behind., "My cradle can only heal her so much, so the shoulder will take time, but on the bright side Y/N's body is still advanced from her Hydra years, so I anticipate the sling for a week, and with proper physical therapy she'll be good as new in a months time."

"Where are my babies?," you whined, causing the women to giggle at your loopy state., "Sleeping in the old man's lap, I'll bring them in once you're out of this scary contraption.," she offered, you pouted, but even in your loopy state you knew she was right to not bring them in when you looked so scary., "Perfect."

"Yeah, you are.," Natasha whispered against your forehead as her lips laid there, lingering in their place for what felt like an eternity, and if not for the promising future laid out before you  both she'd probably let them linger forever.

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Natasha was cautious as she settled you into the front seat of the spacious car, even though you'd been cleared by Cho to do so yourself, she wasn't really a fan of not holding onto you., "Ready to go home, moya lyubov'?," her lips pressed to yours after you nodded, and she pulled away with the calmest smile afterwards. As inconspicuously as you could you wiped the sudden tear from underneath her eye, her lips pressed to your palm a in silent thanks, then she finally managed to leave your side, just to resettle down next to you in the drivers seat, her hand holding onto your thigh as she drove.

Wanda was in the back with your smiling kids, and you locked eyes with the witch through the rearview mirror, she didn't have to read your mind to understand what your were saying. She smiled warmly, letting you know that she loved you just the same, you were the sister she never had, but always wanted, and your thanks were unnecessary, but she nodded anyways to acknowledge them, and only then did you relax fully into your seat for the journey back home.

Natasha was in a state of disbelief as she put the car in park, the previously barren house was outwardly decorated for the holidays. Something she herself usually did at the start of the month, but the trip kept her from it, and then the motivation was clearly nonexistent when she didn't have you around to celebrate with. Honestly, she was a bit put off by them at first, they were almost too perfect, resembling that of the finest houses you'd see in movies like The Grinch.

Brightly colored lights were strung across the trimming of your house, a string of faux icicles hung over the stairs, with a sprig of mistletoe nestled in the center of the bright blue lights. Blown up characters in their Christmas attire from Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh sat off to the left side of your house in pretty alignments. A perfect layer of snow adorned the ground after last night's storm, giving off a Winter Wonderland vibe. Mini snowmen were built in your family's likeness directly in front of the right bannister, an old crown of Wanda's was placed atop of one of them, making the witch in the backseat cover her mouth as she held back a sob as the notion overwhelmed her.

Natasha was about to gently awaken you, but your sons shrieks beat her to it., "Mommy!," your body jolted forward, you turned to face him but he shook his head, finger pointing away., "Loot! Pretty wites!," your heart soared at the sight of the decorated house, and in a moment of childlike glee you bursted out of the car, ignoring the shiver of your body in favor of appreciating the joyous atmosphere., "Natty! It's Christmas!," you knew it wasn't, that the holiday had passed while you were gone, but you weren't wasting the opportunity to pretend as if it hadn't, you were going to celebrate.

Natasha shook her head in amusement, lightly chuckling as she hastily approached you to pull you into her warmth., "I can see that lyubov'.," her tone was soft, but held an underlying layer of surprise that told you she didn't plan this. Noting the vest over the snowman beside yours you knew exactly who'd orchestrated this, and it warmed your heart to see the complete 180.

Gasps of further shock left both of you as you entered the house, Natasha held Eliana, while Wanda walked in behind you holding Jackson. There was a gorgeous tree in the corner of the living room, with soft white lights to create a calm ambiance, a sparing array of ornaments adorned the sprigs, you smiled when noticing the rest sat in a tattered box besides the tree. Stockings lined the chimney, with a silver garland weaved around the stocking holders.

The grunt of frustration from your right pulled your attention away from the living room. Entering the kitchen you snorted at the sight, Yelena's hair was up in a messy bun, the apron she wore was covered in various powders, she was glaring at the smashed eggs in her hand, and in an instant you were moving to help., "No, Y/N, I got this.," she brushed you off, trying once more to use her good arm to crack the egg into the bowl for the holiday cookies. After another failed attempt you physically bumped her hip, then before she could protest you cracked two eggs simultaneously with your good hand, and her mouth fell open., "How?"

"Years of practice, I've been fixing breakfast with a child on my hip for nearly three years.," you snorted as the blonde just stared at you., "I'll teach you all my tricks one day Lena.," the blonde crashed into you, an overwhelming need to hug you, because after all that had happened you're the only one who's treated her without any malice present., "Thank you for doing this by the way, really lifted my spirits."

"I'm sorry.," she squeaked, causing you to twist about then lift her face to look into her eyes., "This wasn't your fault, it was a battle of my own, and Wanda's. You did your very best, and you deserve to feel the joy of Christmas too.," you booped the younger girls nose in a moment of weakness, her pout was truly adorable, and you've become soft since motherhood., "Go make nice with Natty, and send me Wands."

Wanda entered the kitchen with a knowing smirk, with the snap of her fingers she had an apron on, and Yelena's mess was wiped away., "My forever partner in crime.," you teased the platonic love of your life, and she winked your way before pushing you aside to work at the dough, and you settled on the counter to watch.

You used the leverage to peer into the living area, watching as Natasha allowed Yelena the honors of putting the star on the tree, to which she shared the responsibility with your son. Lifting him up onto her good shoulder, and cheering encouragingly as he finally got it., "Good job Jacky boy.," your wife beamed, and your heart soared when he shot into your wife's open arms without a moment's hesitation like he had done in the past., "Mama! I did it!”

Wanda looked to you with a proud smile, then sent you a knowing look, telling you to go join them, and that she'd handle the cookies, and the fixing of dinner. You settled a kiss to her cheek, then giddily joined your family in the living room, the warm welcome was great, but when Eliana reached for you over Natasha you actually burst into the happiest of tears, then with Natasha’s help you held the sweet little one on your lap on the couch as she babbled.

After your wife and you snuggled on the couch with the littles for awhile she noticed the time., “I’m gonna go get them ready for bed lyubov’, you rest, then we’ll set the holiday mood with a film before their bedtime.,” you were slightly shocked to see the initiative she was taking to keep up their routine, usually she just followed you around, doing as you said, but this newly found confidence was really hot to you, and your wife picked up on your sinful thoughts just by the way you gawked at her in lieu of answering., “We’ll be back shortly.,” she pecked your lips, then scooped both kids up, and left with a knowing smirk upon her face.

Rudolph was put on the TV as soon as Nat returned with squeaky clean babies in their matching reindeer pajamas that you and Nat also planned to wear to bed tonight. Wanda joined the lot of you with floating bowls full of paprikash, beverages for all and a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies that you sneakily ate one of before even touching your dinner.

Eliana fell asleep within five minutes of having her warm bottle, and you relished in the sweet, warm feeling that enveloped your whole body as she snuggled even further into your hold. Then you looked over to see your son babbling to your wife, who enthusiastically responded to him, even when he’d said nothing of substance. Even—especially-with the kids swapped out, this was still your favorite form of bonding time, nothing strenuous about it, just loads of giggles and cuddles to warm everyone’s hearts.

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After you settled the kids in bed, the two of you returned to the living room to ensure it was ready for the “Christmas” morning. Wanda and Natasha set out the cookies and milk, then took over gift wrapping for you and Yelena who were sat on the carpet in focused collaboration. Doing your best as you used your good arms to get the presents settled, but it was nothing if not the ugliest wrapping you’d all ever seen.

Yelena and Wanda eventually said their goodnights as they left to head to your guest bedrooms that were really just their rooms at this point, and just as soon as the space was in perfect order Natasha reached for your hand., "Dance with me?," the way she bit her lip in a fit of nerves filled your heart with nostalgia, the happenings of your first date were much the same; you took her hand, allowing her to gently pull you into her body, and for her to instruct the AI in your space to shuffle Christmas hits.

"I'll be home for Christmas.," Natasha's arms tightened around you., "You can plan on me."

"Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree.," Natasha cautiously spun you around, light as a feather to not harm your good arm, and you giggled when you landed beneath the mistletoe.,  "Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams.,” her lips pressed all over your face before pressing to yours for only but a second, because she was more interested in staring at your face to really solidify to her mind that you were truly here.

“I'll be home for Christmas.," her eyes were shining as they looked into yours, the pain in her heart was melting away right before you., "If only in my dreams.," Natasha's lips crashed to yours, the kiss held passion, but their was no true heat to the lip locking you'd engaged in.

"I'm grateful that my dreams actually came true.," she whispered against your lips, and though you could feel that she was smiling widely, her voice still cracked as she spoke., "YA lyublyu tebya, printsessa.," her lips moved against yours again, her tongue slipping passed your parted lips, as her tears transferred onto your cheeks, but neither of you cared as the salty taste of the careening droplets fell into your open mouths. The overwhelming need to feel one another, to become reacquainted with the other's taste was far too strong to worry about such things., "I love you so much Natty."

"Merry Christmas.," Natasha beams as the clock strikes twelve, you giggle then lean in to kiss her once more., "and a Happy New Year."

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[moiravim]

Unbearable

Fem/genderfluid!Loki x GN!YN

Tw:SH.

Summary: When Loki leaves you alone with the avengers, your emotions become unbearable. Hurt/Comfort

Loki was a very complicated person. She left everyone she cared for and her plans were unclear. But one thing stayed the same.

You'd always be on her side and you'd always defend her. No matter how many times Tony, Steve, and even her own brother, Thor had told you to stay away from her.

But you had ignored them. Although Loki tried to hide her feelings for you, she cared deeply.

Her top priority was to keep you safe, even if that meant leaving you for long periods of time.

In her mind it's justified. But now you spend your nights alone, slowly becoming more and more depressed.

On top of that, your stuck hearing everyone say "I told you so". You hear it repetitively ever day.

Everyone sees how much pain your in but instead of comforting you they just judge you and your choices.

You felt like nothing, and the nothingness was so loud it stung your ears. It made your body heavy and it made your head hurt.

So, you went to your old ways. Before Loki. You'd get out a small blade and draw lines up and down your arms. You let your anger out on yourself in hopes to get rid of your pain.

The stinging felt nice. But it wasn't long until you felt light headed and dizzy. You didn't mean for it to go this far, but it feels to good to care. At least you'll die happy.

As you layed down on the floor and leaned against your bed. You heard the door open and saw as Tony ran in.

You weren't suprised that Jarvis had told him, but it felt like an invasion of privacy at the time.

"Oh God... YN, what have you done.." Tony says as he holds you up and walks you outside.

An ambulance was already called and it was just a few minutes until you were in the hospital. You fell asleep some time on the way there.

You wake up in an empty hospital room. Not a single person. You felt sad that no one came to visit you, but you didn't expect anything else.

A nurse came in to tell you everything that happened and that you have to stay in the hospital for a week so that they can keep an eye on you.

And that everything else that happens is up to you and your family. You nod sadly and the nurse leaves the room.

When the door is about to close, someone grabs the door and reopens it. You peek over to see that it's Loki.

You almost jump out of your bed to get to him, but she makes her way over fast enough that you don't have the time to.

"Darling... What have you done?" She asks as she moves your hair out of your face. "I missed you..." You respond and she looks down at you sadly.

She knows she'll never leave you like this again. She can't. She doesn't want you to go through this again and she won't let it happen.

She pulls a chair up to the bed and sits in front of you. She watches over you as you heal. She'll make sure from now on that your always by her side.

A/N: sorry there's no good gifs for feminine Loki😭😭 anyways writing her is fun and I'll definitely be doing more🫶

[romanoffsbish]

Chaos Ensues

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Reader’s a little shit, Yelena doesn’t help, and Natasha is fed up 🤪

Issa blurb; 640 Words

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You were driving the getaway car, Yelena sat to the right, while Natasha, your beloved, was sprawled across the entirety of the backseat. The sudden peace was consuming you, and you truly hated it, so without any provoking you ran through a stop sign on a rural road at two in the morning, “NO COP, NO STOP!”

“Y/N, what the actual fuck?!”

“Tasha, my love, no need to—.”

The blue, and red lights were quick to surround you, illuminating the once pitch black road, and you instantly swallowed your words.

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Natasha slaps your arm, “Y/N, what part of keep a low profile did you not understand?”

“Probably the part where you actually thought they were capable of doing such a thing.” Yelena mutters from your side, completely unbothered by your shit stirring ways, hell, she’s normally your partner in crime.

Natasha sighs, lithe fingers rub at her aching temples, “Pull over, and I’ll try to fix this…,” her words going completely unheard by you.

Yelena notices you pressing buttons, and it’s not long before she realizes you’re setting up the cruise control, then with a glance thrown her way she nods in understanding. You look back at your angry wife with a smirk, “It’s okay, they don’t know I know this hack…,” throwing an infuriating wink her way for good measure.

“Y/N, whatever it is, don’t you—.”

Before Natasha could put a stop to your shenanigans you were hanging out the sunroof, an arsenal of weapons somehow in your hands, “FUCK 12!,” with skilled movements you shoot out their tire, then throw a grenade under their carriage, “Wow, it’s beautiful.,” a trail of burnt rubber and various car parts lies in your wake.

Natasha’s mouth is agape as she takes in the slowly distancing scene, her mind eventually catches up to her as she yanks you back into the car, “What the fuck about that was low profile?!,” your smug expression proving to piss her off more, as she repeatedly slaps you.

“Chillax baby-cakes, they were Hydra…”

Yelena sucks in a harsh breath in solidarity as you continue to dig yourself down deeper; no longer are you comfortably in the doghouse, but you will instead reside six feet beneath it.

“AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?”

“Because, sleeping beauty, they’ve been tailing us for the last few hours, after we left the diner half an hour ago I’d been able to confirm my suspicions…”

Natasha resettles into her seat, hands over her face as she goes over the last twenty minutes in her head, eventually coming to terms with having married an idiot, and desperately searching for a solution, “I want a divorce.”

“Ha! I’m non-refundable baby, didn’t you check the fine print of our paperwork? My dad added it in last minute, something about ‘I am so happy you’ll be taking Romanoff as a name, Stark never did seem to fit you well…’.”

Natasha groans, thrashing about in the backseat like a toddler who’s just lost their favorite stuffy, and you just return to driving the car as if nothing had just taken place.

“Natasha, don’t worry, at this rate Y/N won’t even last beyond the age of forty!”

You gasp, “How dare you! That is offensive!,” pulling off onto the side of the road just to glare at her, “I will never make it to such a devastating age, don’t ever say such a horrible thing again!,” and then you’re swerving back onto the road with a permanent frown.

“Detka, I’m literally thirty-seven…”

“What can I say, I might love older women, but I never said I wanted to be one…”

Yelena snorts as she sees her sisters fury filled eyes, “Oh Y/N, my sweet, sweet Y/N, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that for much longer…”

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Please enjoy this clusterfuck that came to me as I swerved through traffic on my way home this morning.

[romanoffsbish]

You’re Still Mine…

Top!NatashaRomanoff x Switch!Fem!Reader

TW: Angst with a happy ending. SMUT.

Natasha refuses to admit it, but she misses you terribly, it had been about six months since she had walked away from you. She quickly regretted her decision—as you were the best thing she has ever had, but she doesn't make mistakes. She felt like she had been backed up into a corner... So walking away had to have been the correct thing to do... Right?

It's not like you had asked her to quit Avenging, you'd never even consider it, the world needed her just as much as you did. All you asked of her was to simply split her time more evenly. You were getting tired of her spending her minuscule sleeping hours with you, and slipping off in the morning with a quick peck to the lips, and a lie about 'I'll see you later, detka.'

So, one night you shocked her by remaining awake until she returned to your house.

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"Moya lyubov', what are you doing up so late?" Natasha questions you, concern lacing her tone.

"We need to talk." You coldly replied, leaving no room for her to brush you off in the name of sleep.

"Are you okay? Did something happen? You're scaring me..." She began to ramble, something she always did when she was nervous, something you made her quite a lot.

"Look, I don't think this is working for me anymore..." You sighed defeatedly

"What do you mean? I thought we were doing well... I-I, Y/N I love you, please can we figure this out." She pleads desperately, confused by your 'sudden' change of heart.

Her face contorted into pure shock as you scoffed in response to her pleas, leading her to quickly rebuild some of her formerly fallen walls.

"Natasha, of course it's going well for you, you're not here enough for it to even be going bad. Do you even know what I've been working on this month? What about what I had for dinner last night? We haven't been on a date in months, haven't been intimate for longer. You sleep in my bed, clinging to me for comfort, then barely kiss me goodbye as you once again leave to save the world." You reply, slightly raising your voice, as your feelings get the best of you.

It was her turn to scoff, what you ate for dinner last night is incomparable to her duty to the world.

"Are you actually serious right now? You know how important my job is Y/N, I told you from the start that there would be times when I couldn't be here. The world needs me."

"Yeah, a six month mission isn't the problem Natasha, it's the fact that you haven't had one in ages but still don't make it home to me." You quickly interrupt her.

"Some nights you stumble in—clearly drunk, and collapse in bed next to me. Have you ever noticed that you have new clothes on the following morning? Or the Tylenol and water waiting for you on the bedside table? I'm not here to diminish your work, or to ask you to quit. I'm just here to ask when I come first to you, huh? When does this relationship take precedence in your life? When do your lies of seeing me later actually become the truth? I'm tired of being your afterthought Natasha, I had to stay up until one in the morning just to fight with you... I knew your job was demanding, but this isn't your job Nat, this is you thinking I'll just always be here, waiting on you. As if I'm a love sick puppy, who's supposed to be grateful for the scraps I'm served. The world might need you Natasha, but so did I."

The more you said, the more defensive she felt herself becoming. Did she not deserve to have some downtime? Saving the world is taxing, so what if she wanted to spend a couple nights a week at the bar. She was so consumed by her all over the place emotions, that she wasn't really hearing you. Instead of understanding your frustrations, she misinterpreted them as an attack upon her very person.

However, it was your use of past tense that finally got to her...

You said you did need her, does that mean you no longer did??

Well, if that's the case, then she needed to end it, clearly she made you miserable, and she loved you too much to continue to do so.

"Wow, didn't realize how miserable I made you." She bitterly chuckles out.

"Natasha—." You attempt to talk, wanting nothing more than for her to just hear you, to validate your feelings, but she isn't thinking clearly, and quite frankly neither are you.

"No, it's fine, I get it. I hope you find someone to make you happy, not exactly sure when that stopped being me." She defeatedly sighs, walking right back out the door just as quickly as she had entered it.

As soon as the door slammed, the weight of the situation hits you.

You fell backwards onto the couch in a fit of sobs, while Gus—your kitty—laid upon your chest to comfort you. Quickly regretting it as you rolled to your side, pulling him into you, as you practically used his fur as a tissue. Accepting defeat, he remained dormant, allowing you your moment; while simultaneously planning to throw up on your carpet at 3AM in spite of your current sins.

Natasha got onto her bike, as a numbness took over her body, and she instinctually took the route towards the bar. Maybe if she drinks just enough, she could forget the events of tonight, forget that she just lost everything in the blink of an eye. The reality finally hit her as when they announced final call, she no longer had a place to call home—you were her home.

— — —

When faced with "choosing" between you and her job, she had chosen her work; tonight she's faced with the consequences of seeing you potentially moving on...

Here she is, once again at the bar, and this time on a mission—oh the irony of it all.

She is currently here to keep an eye on the son of SHIELD's recent mark. Her job is simple, see if he's got ties to his father's illegal arm's dealings, and report back to base. Her objective swiftly changes as her eyes land upon you.

You're sat at the bar, and you look hot! Currently sipping on your vodka cran, in your baby blue form fitting suit set, with your practically see through top beneath. Your jawline is sharper than she remembers, and it's obvious to her that you've been bettering yourself since the breakup. She wouldn't call it a glow up per se, because to her you were already perfect. A wave of jealousy washes over her, as she recalls the first time she had ever met you.

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As per your friends orders, you'd found yourself at the bar, in a dress that made you feel like you were suffocating. Your goal for the night, was to talk to a pretty woman, and try to take her home. You'd spent the beginning of the night carelessly dancing with your friends, until one by one they had left home with their marks. Upon their exit, you chose to sit at the bar, sipping on your drink, while playing candy crush on your phone.

If you go home alone tonight, as you had expected to do, you could at least show you'd stayed for an additional hour on the prowl. As you'd prepared to leave, you saw a goddess take her place at the bar, three seats to your right. She was in a strapless red dress, that hugged to her curves perfectly, and left you frozen in place. Immediately captivated by her beauty, you chose to stay, so you could observe her from afar. Sitting back down, you ordered another drink to sip on, and stole quick glances her way.

Natasha felt your stare on her instantly, initially unbothered, she ordered a cosmo so she could unwind as was her goal. As time went on, she'd anticipated you to make some outrageous move, but the moment never came. Many others had attempted, but all she wanted was to see what approach you'd take.

She had begun to lose hope, until the bartender approached her with another drink.

"I didn't order that." Natasha calmly states to the woman behind the bar.

"Courtesy of the woman three seats down." She replied, winking at the redhead.

Natasha looked to you, smirking upon finding your gaze was anywhere but on her. She saw the blush on your cheeks, telling her that you knew she was staring. She stood up, and closed the distance between the two of you, as she was now sat in the stool beside you.

"Hey there beautiful, I thought I'd formally thank you for the refill." She rasps out, subtly dragging her finger along your arm, feeling as the goosebumps formed beneath.

"Um, you're welcome." You sheepishly reply.

"So, what's your name?" She questions, as she takes a sip of the cosmo in her hand.

"Y-Y/N." You stutter, internally groaning at the predicament you've now put yourself in.

"Well, Y/N, I'm just wondering what inspired you to send me the drink." Natasha teases, finding amusement in your awkward demeanor

"Well, I was watching you, and you seemed to really be enjoying your cosmo." You started.

"So, you were watching me, huh? Should I be worried?" She teases, smirking as your face drops in realization at what you had just said.

"Oh gosh, no. I'm sorry.. I promise I'm not a creep, you're just really pretty, and your glass was empty. So I thought I'd send a refill your way, and gosh.. I-." You begin to ramble, as one does when they've made a fool of themselves.

"Slow down, kotenok, try to breathe." She laughs out, nonchalantly dropping her hand to your thigh, and squeezing firmly.

Your mind was reeling at the contact, unable to even reply, you sighed heavily, trying to regain a semblance of composure.

Natasha really found your state endearing, you clearly didn't flirt much, and more importantly you weren't exactly steadfast on hooking up. Initially, she came to the bar to unwind, and eventually take someone home. Her type was really specific, she liked her men dumb, and her women confidently submissive. Somehow, you fit none of her hook up qualifications, besides for your looks, but now that she'd interacted with you—no one else would do.

"Would you like to maybe go get milkshakes? I know this great place up the street, and you seem like you like sweet things. Not sure why, I just get that vibe, and I'd really like to try and get to know you. I don't think a bar is a good place to do that though. It's loud, stuffy, and really only serves as a means for hooking up, and that's not my intention. Not to say I wouldn't sleep with you, but you just seem worth getting to know. God, I'm rambling again, I'm sorry. " You shock her with your awkward, yet bold suggestion.

"I'd love to get a milkshake and maybe get to know you too." She quickly replies, even shocking herself at her willingness to leave with you without the promise of sex.

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Bars were where you always found it easiest to meet new people. You've always been the shy person amongst your friends, so you'd never try to use the dating apps. Liquid courage always worked in your favor, it's how you managed your occasional one night stands, and how you had eventually landed Natasha.

Having been used to being hit on all the time, she was quite used to the: 'You're hot,' 'Let's get out of here,' 'What's a pretty girl like you doing alone at the bar?' lines men and women would throw at her. She had found your nervous flirting quite adorable, and quite frankly refreshing.

So seeing you at the bar tonight, dressed to the nines, makes her realize you're at the moving on stage of the break up. Her window to fix everything—if she even could, was narrowing quickly.

You're on your fourth drink of the night, feeling absolutely defeated at the prospect of having to actually move on. Finding Natasha was like a godsend, after years of single hood, you'd thought you had finally managed to find the one. Then, in an instant you'd lost her, and now you were back at square fucking one.

Five years down the drain, because the both of you couldn't see the bigger picture.

You've been on a handful of dates in the last month, all leading you nowhere, as your mind always drifted back to her.

Her eyes— my God, you could find yourself lost in them for hours if left unchecked. The gorgeous shades of green, with the slightest brown speckles mixed within, were always so captivating. They always told a story beyond what her words ever could, it was how you knew she loved you far before she could bring herself to actually say it.

Her laugh—the real one, the unfiltered one she let free when it was just you two. It was boisterous, and usually left her breathless.

Gus seemed to consider himself agile enough to scale his cat tree, forgetting that he was a hefty guy. Without fail, he'd always go tumbling down, and as soon as he was clearly okay, and back on his feet, Natasha would fall into fits of uncontainable laughter. Gasping as if this is the funniest thing in the world, she'd lean into you as she'd try to regain her composure, and you'd find yourself laughing along with her.

Her smile—or should you say smirk, it was beyond hot. Whether her intentions were to fluster you or not, she almost always did when she smirked your way. Nothing pure ever came from her infamous smirk, either a harsh prank, or a dirty action was to follow...

Her actual smile though, that was what really did you in. It was ever so sweet, and her eyes usually shone with an abundance of love. She had smiles for her family—the team—then she had specific ones reserved for you, Clint's kids, and Yelena's. Each smile slightly different, with all her feelings present.

The team got her genuinely happy to be here smile, but that one always held reservations, never actually reaching her eyes.

Yelena's smiles was always a mix between amused and loving, it would go to reach her eyes, but quickly fade into a smirk.

Lila, Coop, and Nate got her most genuine smile, with eyes full of adoration, and a fierce need to protect them in her stance.

The smile reserved for you, was always goofy, consistently reaching her eyes, and always lasting long enough for her cheeks to burn.

Her voice—always raspy enough to keep you in a constant state of dizzy attraction. It was almost always calm when used with you, she was hardly one to raise her voice around you. When she'd whisper in your ear, it almost always sent a chill down your spine, and covered you in goosebumps. There was an air of softness when she spoke directly to you, it was as if she was free to completely let go with you. Her voice would slightly deepen around her colleagues, assumedly to keep an essence of fear driven respect within them. Her morning voice always did a number on you though, twice as raspy as normal, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies, and your head to go dizzy. "Good morning, kotenok." was her go to greeting, knowing what that pet name usually did to you, riling you up throughout the day was her favorite pass time.

Her hands—Jesus, her hands were a godsend... They worked your body so well, whether that be during the most intimate of times, or simply when she was working the knots in your body out. When they loving caressed your face, or comfortingly lulled you to sleep on a rough night. They were simply just magic, no matter what the occasion.

Her love—before everything went sideways, her love for you was always something you felt immensely. You had never had to doubt her love, even in the end you knew she loved you. Whether it was the simple way she'd wake you up with a temple massage, and a sweet kiss to your lips.

How she'd wake up earlier than you on Sunday's to take your car down and make sure it was ready for your work week, a full tank, and squeaky clean. Always sneaking back into the bed, settling a tray of breakfast to the side, before waking you up gently. As soon as she'd passed the verbal 'I love you' barrier, she'd never stopped saying it, it had become her favorite phrase.

Her vulnerability—she never cried, or at least that's what the world was led to believe. With you, her tears flowed freely, from happy tears, to worried ones, or to the ones that flowed whenever she was overwhelmed. The moments where she would seek you out, and cry into your shoulder were your favorite. Not that you enjoyed seeing her down—no, you just loved that she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with you. To full on sob in front of you when you put on a sad movie like Marley and Me, then to have her express to you just why it hurt so bad to see.

So captivated by your thoughts of the redheaded beauty—again—you failed to notice the unwanted woman's arm around your shoulder.

"Hey there sweetheart..." You vaguely hear someone whisper in your direction.

As soon as the words register, you are able to feel the weight of the arm on you, and you feel nothing but disgusted.

"You're absolutely stunning, I'm shocked no one's picked you up, and taken you home yet.."

The woman shamelessly flirted with you, clearly interested in getting in your pants, but you no longer found your time worthy of one night stands. Well, really, you just couldn't bring yourself to sleep with anyone who isn't her...

"Yeah, I'm not really the type to go home with just anyone." You reply, a bit too harshly, but you can't bring yourself to care about the strangers feelings.

"I can see that, you're far too put together to be here for a quickie. I'm pretty easy to talk to, or at least that's what my friends say, so we could start there." She continues, even after your obvious shutdown.

You find yourself intrigued, choosing to look up to spare her a glance. She's absolutely stunning, dressed in a black crop top, with a short skirt to match, and adorned with the simplest of jewelry. She's actually your type, stylishly simple, and classy. So it wouldn't be the worst idea to indulge her, but before the thoughts could continue, flashes of Natasha soared through your mind once more.

Jesus, she sure is making your life difficult..

"I'm not sure you'd want to know what thoughts plague my mind." I genuinely reply, in a boozy headspace prepared for oversharing.

"Try me." She replies playfully, smirking over her glass, as she goes to sip from her straw.

"Well..."

"Marisa."

You genuinely smile for the first time that night, and begin to talk about whatever comes to mind until eventually there's a lively conversation flowing.

Natasha's sight hasn't really left your body since she'd noticed you all those minutes ago. She'd glance away to take in her mark, but her eyes almost always made their way back to your form. Admiring you from afar, running through scenario after scenario on how she could approach you.

Would you welcome her warmly?

Would you throw your drink in her face?

Would you just walk away?

Like she did all those months ago.

Mostly, she wants to know if you miss her as badly as she misses you.

All of her reservations fly out the window as soon as she noticed you engaging with the brunette bimbo to your right. Her whole body heats up, white hot anger flowing through her rapidly at the prospect of you going home with her.

You are hers, nobody has the right to touch you, let alone to bring you home with them.

As soon as she sees you excuse yourself to use the restroom, Natasha is quick to follow, abandoning her mission and setting off on one of her own.

Had she been paying any attention, she'd have noticed two things: her mark left fifteen minutes ago, and your 'bimbo' caught sight of the 'redhead' staring at you.

So, you entered the one toilet restroom, and as you had gone to shut the door you were met with resistance. In one full swoop, the door was pushed open, then swiftly shut with the force of your body being slammed into it.

"What the fuck?" You shout, having already expected this, but still angry nonetheless.

"Oh, kotenok, you made quite the mistake.. You never should've let that woman touch what's mine." She husks out, keeping an even pressure to your throat.

"I'm not yours anymore." You angrily remind her, feeling as her grip on your throat tightens.

"You'll always be mine." She angrily asserts, then smashes her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

Your body betrays you, as you almost instantly moan against her lips, feeling as a slight smirk begins to take place upon her face.

"Oh, how I've missed those pretty sounds of yours." She husks out into your ear, before dropping her lips to your collarbones as she begins to mark you, making sure no one else will get the funny idea that you're available.

You're already a panting mess, having been desperately missing her touch, and wanting nothing more than for her to take you right here. Her hands grip at your hips, as she lifts, and swivels you around until your seated on the counter. As soon as she feels satisfied with your bruising skin, she removes her lips from your pulse point, slowly pulling back to stare into your lust filled eyes. A silent question hangs in the air, that you instantly answer by hungrily pulling her back in for a needy kiss.

Natasha pushes your blazer off of your shoulders, then you shake it the rest of the way off. She quickly catches it, gently folding it and setting it aside—classy. She reaches down to expertly unbutton your top, never once straying from the kiss, moving instead to actually deepen it. She gently nibbles at your bottom lip, her usual request for access, which you grant almost immediately. She slips her tongue into your mouth, smoothly gliding over yours, and exploring the all too familiar territory. She feels you incessantly pushing at her top, whining adorably against her lips, clearly perturbed by the disparity in clothing.

"Use your words dorogoy..."Natasha rasps against your lips.

"Too much clothes." You pant out.

Natasha laughs at your use of words, immediately throwing her top to the side, smirking deviously as she watches your gaze fall to her exposed chest. She unclasps her bra, allowing it to fall, arousal pulling in her core as you groan. She moves towards you, making quick work of your slacks, leaving you in your baby blue lingerie set, noting that you're clearly sticking to a theme tonight.

She then growls at the sight, as the thought of you being dressed like this for someone else plagues her mind.

"I bet that bimbo would've loved to see this... Too bad I've ruined you for anyone else."

"Marissa..." You interrupt her.

"Careful there, kotenok..." She warns you, beyond frustrated that you'd even acknowledge the bimbo as a person.

You smirk, enjoying having been able to rile her up, but quickly finding yourself at a loss for words at the sight of the now completely bare woman in front of you. Feeling this insatiable need to taste her on your tongue once more.

Your eyes move painstakingly slow, as they trace over every perfect part of her body, landing upon her face. Smirk ever present as always, so you decide to throw her off slightly.

Jumping off the counter, you turn to face the mirror, bending slowly, you remove your panties at a teasing pace. Standing upright once more, you lock eyes with her through the mirror, and notice her challenging gaze. Reaching behind your back, you slowly unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to fall freely; shyly smirking at her as you see her already lust filled eyes, continue to darken.

Within a matter of seconds she's advancing, pressing your front against the counter, and holding you firmly in place with her body.

"Oh, fuck..  I've missed you so much, detka..." She whispers against your neck, slowly placing opened mouth kisses across your shoulders. Taking her pointer finger, she slowly draws a line up your body; from your bare panty line, across your abdomen, through the valley of your breasts, until it lands at the column of your throat, and she then wraps her fingers loosely around.

"Why don't you show me how much then..." You challenge her, locking eyes once more through the mirror.

"As you wish." She chuckles, using her grip on your throat to spin you until your face to face, then pulls you in for a greedy kiss.

She keeps you firmly against her with her right hand wrapped around your throat from behind, while her left slowly trails down your body. Expertly moving across your skin, stopping to palm at your breasts, twisting at your nipples with her fingers, and deepening the kiss once you gasp.

She moves her lips down your jaw, gently nibbling as she continues to trail her fingers down your body, until they reach where she's been dreaming to be. She runs her fingers through your folds, groaning against your neck as she feels how wet you are.

"Shit, kotenok, you're fucking dripping." She whispers, causing your body to shiver as her breath fans across your skin.

She drags her fingers through your folds once more, collecting your arousal on her fingers, and reeling at the filthy sounds she's pulling from you.

"Fuck..." you whine breathlessly, as Natasha's fingers tease at your entrance. Your hips jut forward instinctually, as your body moves to seek out the much needed friction.

Natasha plunges two fingers into your entrance without warning, while harshly biting into your pulse point, and eliciting a strangled moan to come tumbling passed your lips.

"God, I missed your filthy sounds, but more importantly I missed the way you felt around my fingers..." She rasps out, placing a gentle kiss beneath your ear, while moving her fingers at brutal pace into your core.

"Oh, and the way you taste..." she whispers, as she drops to her knees, keeping her eyes locked onto yours as she does, causing you to whine out in anticipation.

You groan as she removes her fingers, feeling robbed as your high was quickly approaching, but before you can protest she’s lunging forward to devour you. Lapping at your folds, grazing over your clit, admiring the way your body jerks whenever she does. She wraps her arms around your thighs to help keep you steady, then she thrusts her tongue into your entrance. Quickly building you back up to your high, your breathing is ragged, your chest is rising and falling erratically, as her tongue twists deliciously, slamming against your walls. She can feel how close you are the more your walls work to strangle her tongue, inspiring her to just work that much harder.

Your blissful state leaves you unprepared for the knock on the door, or the words that are said.

“Hey, Y/N, I was just coming to check on you.”

You can feel as Natasha smirks against your core, moving to increase her speed tenfold, harshly sucking on your bundle, while pushing two fingers in harshly, wiggling around inside of you. Pulling the sweetest of sounds out of you, while she hears “Marissa” clear her throat and scuffle away.

“Let go, moya lyubov’” is the last thing Natasha whispers against your clit, as the vibrations send you over the edge and fully into your orgasm, as you let out a sinfully loud, strangled moan. Natasha slowly moves her fingers inside of you, working to extend your high as best she can.

Once your moans fade into whines, she removes her fingers, leaving you empty once more. As your half lidded eyes are locked on her, she slips her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them, as she cleans your remnants off. Pitiful whines fall passed your lips, as the sight alone further turns you on.

“Oh, moya krasavitsa, you made quite the mess, let me clean you up.”

(My beautiful girl)

She gingerly runs her tongue back through your sensitive folds, cleaning up every ounce of your arousal you had to offer. Never really feeling like she’s had enough, but reluctantly pulling back, and slowly rising to face you. As soon as she’s upright, you lock your hands behind her neck, and pull her into a slow, yet needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on her lips. Then quickly pulling back to catch your labored breath once more. Your head drops to the crook of her neck, and she quickly wraps her arms around you, clinging to you—to this moment, as she’s unaware of the finality of it all.

As you’ve regained some semblance of composure, you start placing feather light kisses upon her collarbones, while using your fingers to gently scratch at her back.

“I think we traumatized that poor woman.” You giggle out against her skin, as she joins you in your laughter, but it quickly fades.

“I miss you Y/N/N, I’ve been miserable without you.” Natasha brokenly whispers, as you go to pull back and meet her glazed over gaze, cupping her cheeks for comfort.

“I miss you too.” You whisper back, as you wipe the freshly fallen tears, and pull her into your embrace.

Holding her close, as that’s all you’ve wanted to do for the better part of the last year. Feeling her entirely as she’s pressed against you, and reeling in the intimacy of it all. Fresh hot tears cascade down your body, as she grips you that much tighter.

“I never should’ve walked away, I was a complete ass, I realize now all you wanted was a little effort and I couldn’t even give that to you..” She admits, as she pulls back to look you directly in your eyes.

“Please moya lyubov’, I swear if you give me another chance, I’ll be better this time around. You’re everything to me… I can’t fathom having to go any longer without you by my side. I never thought I had a place to call home, until the night I lost my right to you.”

“Took you long enough.” You deadpan, but quickly smile at her to give her reassurance.

“Don’t be mean.” She chuckles out, while wiping the tears you didn’t even realize had fallen off your cheeks.

She leans forward, to place her lips firmly against yours, in a clarifying kiss. Every last word that was left unsaid, being expressed through the kiss.

“Let’s go home Natty, I’d like to return to the favor…”

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Chapter 28.2: All Our Firsts 🥵

Chapter 28 | Masterlist | Chapter 28.4 |Words: 4,954

TW: Slow. Burn. Full. On. Soft. Smut.

SoftTop!Natasha x Virgin!Reader

Please bare with me as this is the first time I have ever written a full on smut lol

⚠️Please skip the chapter if you're not 18+‼️

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As soon as Natasha had made it to the car, she put a giggling Y/N back down, and sweetly smiled at her. She gently kissed her lips, then opened the back door for her to climb in. She looked over to make sure Y/N's secure, then she mindlessly reached over to interlock their hands, and instructed the driver on where to take them. The car ride back wasn't rushed, it was a slow ride, and that proved to be a blessing as it allowed the women time to think.

This might be Y/N's first time with someone, but in a way it's also Natasha's first time too. She's not inexperienced in the slightest, there's a reason she's well known for her seduction tactics. Sure, she's been with people from all walks of life, she's even inadvertently slept with the enemy. Contrary to the popular belief though, she's not one to just sleep around; mission's of this caliber usually end after she's trapped them in her web. She's had a few one night stands, and slept with her handful of partners, so she's most certainly well versed.

She's just never been intimate with someone that she's loved before, so she's beyond nervous. To her, this time is the only one time that's ever mattered—it has to be perfect.

Of course Y/N's nervous too, but shockingly she's in much better spirits than Natasha.

Her nervousness primarily stems from her excitement to take this next step. She obviously trusts Natasha with everything in her, starting with her heart. She's taken such good care in every step with Y/N thus far, that she doesn't fear what's to come, she welcomes it. The other side of her nerves comes from her inexperience in this area of life. She's a virgin in all aspects, she literally only just had her first kiss the day prior. She's worried that she won't live up to her girlfriend's hopes, which deep down she knows is crazy. Natasha's made it clear that she worships the ground Y/N walks on, but it does nothing to change Y/N's fears of inadequacy.

"Ladies, we've arrived." The driver announces, pulling both women out of their thoughts.

"Thank you." The women reply in sync, as they exit the car with their hands remaining intertwined.

As they eagerly make their way through the lobby, Natasha informed the y/h/c that she needed to stop at the front desk; urging Y/N to keep going, while handing over the secondary door key.

"I'm right behind you, dorogoy." Nat reassures her girlfriend, squeezing her hand once more, and sending her off with a sweet smile.

Y/N swiftly enters their room, and selects a dark green lingerie set out of her suitcase. She decides to take this undetermined amount of alone time to freshen up. Moving to the bathroom, throwing her hair up, and jumping into the shower to simply rinse the day off. Allowing the warm water to briefly relax her, and release some of the tension that's holding her mind captive.

She steps out, drying herself off, then begins to lather herself in Natasha's favorite—vanilla and rose—scented lotion. Then she steps into her emerald, high rise lacy thong. They fall directly below her belly button, and they seem to accentuate her butt perfectly. She then slips the matching lace bra on, clasping it in the front, and properly adjusting herself into the cups.

She then spritzes her wrists with Black Opium, placing the plush white robe over her body, and tying it in a way that grants just enough of a visual. Finally, she lets her hair fall freely from its tie. Taking one last look into the mirror, as a sense of pride washes over her at her put together appearance. Y/N lets out a deep sigh, unaware of what awaits, and as soon as she feels brave enough she opens the door.

While Y/N was freshening up, Natasha was working to make the night as special as she could. She wanted to give Y/N an experience she could only wish she had when she had lost her virginity. She knew Y/N well enough to know she'd want some alone time; which gave her the time she needed to work some magic. As soon as Y/N had entered the elevator, Natasha discussed romantic amenities the hotel might have with the woman at the desk. Since it's Paris, she wasn't at all that surprised with the wide variety of options that were available. She settled upon a middle of the road package, not wanting to overwhelm her partner or to come off as if she was trying too hard.

Slowly, and quietly she entered their room, grateful to hear the shower running. She swiftly moved around the room, doing her best to set the perfect mood. Strategically, she began to place scentless candles around the room, opting out of scented in an attempt to not overpower the ambience of the night.

She then moved to empty a bag of rose petals onto the bed, shaping them into a heart; opting for sincerity, she formed their first initials in the center, with a plus symbol in between. As soon as she deemed it perfect, she began to look around the rest of the space for imperfections.

Once she found none she moved towards the vanity to fix herself up. However, as she went to do so, her super spy hearing kicked in. She heard the room service cart rolling down the hallways. Not wanting a loud knock to disrupt Y/N's peace, she moved to intercept the interruption. As she thanked the gentleman for the cart, she heard the shower shutting off. She swiftly rolled the cart with the champagne, chocolate fondue, and assortments of fruit and cakes to pair with it into the room.

She then quickly moved to remove her outer most layers, leaving her in a red lingerie set, that fell gorgeously atop her body. Spraying the air around with her Lost Cherry perfume, and walking through it, spraying it once more—directly onto her wrists. She then checked herself over once more, feeling slightly nervous as she scans over her scars, unable to not wonder how Y/N will see her. Shaking the insecurities from her mind, as she placed her robe over her body, then turning around just in time to meet Y/N's gaze.

The women smiled warmly at each other, then Y/N's gaze not so coyly drops. Her eyes trail over Natasha's only slightly covered body, and her breath hitches, and mouth runs dry at the sight of her perfect figure. As she trails her eyes back up and across Natasha's face, she stops as she sees the familiar smirk taking its place. She feels as her cheeks begin to heat up at the thought of being caught.

As Natasha approaches Y/N, she takes small, cautious steps. Suddenly stopping, and leaving just enough space between them for Y/N to close. Y/N catches on, swiftly moving forward to close the space, then she gently drapes her arms over Natasha's shoulders.

"Hey." Y/N sheepishly whispers, as her confidence falters slightly, and her gaze drops.

"Hello there, moya lyubov'." Natasha whispers back, reaching to gently lift Y/N's face back up, and leans forward to gently peck her lips.

As Y/N moves to deepen the kiss, Natasha pulls back.

"Natty..." Y/N whines, annoyed by the sudden loss of contact.

"Y/N/N..." Natasha mockingly whines back, pulling away and reaching for her hand.

Y/N reluctantly takes her hand, and allows her to drag her towards the prepared bed. As Y/N looks down, she notices the previously empty route to the bed is now littered with rose petals. As they near closer, Natasha abruptly spins Y/N, pulling her into her side, and making it so they were both facing the bed.

The y/h/c gasps, partially from the sudden movement, but mostly at the display that's now in front of her.

Her eyes instantly fill with appreciative tears, as she sees the perfectly sculpted heart, and the "N + (Y/F/I)" that's written within it. Then to the right of the bed she sees a cart with a bottle of champagne on ice, and the two accompanying flutes. Next to the flutes, she notices a fondue is set up, with a plethora of options for dipping at the ready. Shock, that's the state she's in—her heart begins to beat rapidly, as her hands are starting to sweat, one would assume she's having a panic attack. She's simply overwhelmed, all because she's just never experienced a pure love like this.

"Detka, what's wrong?" Natasha begins to panic, noticing her girlfriends increasingly distressed state.

Natasha doesn't hesitate, and moves to wrap her arms firmly around her lover, aware that Y/N sometimes needs touch to be grounded. After a brief freak out, Y/N's heart begins to regulate in the redheads embrace.

"I'm okay." Y/N squeaks out, slowly untangling herself from the embrace, and bringing her gaze up to meet her concerned girlfriends.

"Are you sure you're ready? Because there's absolutely no pressure Y/N/N... I will wait however long you need for you to be ready. I could even live with it if you were never ready. Being with you is more than enough for—." Natasha begins to ramble, completely oblivious to her girlfriends now adoring expression.

Y/N reaches out for Natasha's hands, gripping them both to get her attention. Once she looks up at her, Y/N's reassuring smile seems to be enough to cut the rambling short.

"Natty, slow down. I'm more than ready, I promise—I wouldn't have initiated if I wasn't. It's just—seeing all the effort you just went through, it slightly overwhelmed me. I wasn't expecting any of this, it's just so special, and I needed a minute to just take all the love in. Everything's perfect—you're perfect!"

Natasha can't help but to smile at her words, she feels like she's barely done a thing and yet

Y/N's already claiming the night to be perfect.

Natasha moves to the tray, pouring out the champagne, then handing Y/N her flute.

"I'm far from perfect, but thank you anyways. I'm sorry that I overwhelmed you, that's the opposite of what I intended to do. How about some liquid courage? We'll take this at your pace, you call the shots tonight."

Y/N nods, and extends her glass out towards Natasha, who catches on and meets her in the middle.

"Cheers to our love." Y/N murmurs, taking a massive sip of the bubbling drink, and grimacing at the new flavors taking over her tastebuds.

"Cheers to our love." Natasha repeats back, clinking her glass to Y/N's, and slightly sips on her drink. Smirking over her glass as she sees Y/N's face contort into a look of disgust.

"That's absolutely horrible." Y/N humorously whines, but finishes the drink nonetheless.

"I'll have you know, this is their most expensive bottle." Natasha teases, taking the empty flutes and setting them to the side.

Natasha turns away, and begins to light a tea candle to begin the fondue melting process. As she turns back around she's met with a slightly more exposed view of her girlfriends body.

Y/N's seemingly loosened her robe, allowing it to fall from her shoulders, leaving her collarbones, and the lace of her bra exposed.

Y/N looks at Natasha, with a faux innocence shining within her eyes, and Natasha feels this carnal desire that's raging within.

"Dorogoy, if there's any chance that you're having doubts, you need to let me know now." Natasha husks out, as her eyes are drinking in the sight of Y/N's exposed skin, and her eyes  bloom with lust.

"Natalia, I'm all in..." Y/N gently reassures her lover once more with a gentle smile, that Natasha immediately returns.

Y/N maintains eye contact with Natasha, while slowly untying her robe, and allowing it to hit the floor. Then she leans in to whisper into Natasha's ear:

"Now, take what's yours."

"Fuck..." Natasha breathlessly stutters.

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That's all the confirmation she needs before she's crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Natasha's lips are quick in their movements, as they depart from Y/N's lips, moving down her jaw, and then landing firmly upon her pulse point. Y/N gasps as she feels her gently nipping at her skin, then again as she begins to suck fervently. While she continues to move her lips across the y/h/c's collarbone, desperate to leave behind her marks, her hands move to untie the loosely fitted robe that remains on her own body.

Natasha's pace slows slightly, as she has no intentions to rush this. The desire for the woman in front of her might be off the charts, but her need to treat Y/N with care supersedes. She gently trails her lips back up her jaw, slightly nibbling as she does, living for all the subtle noises she's able to pull. She then lands upon Y/N's already parted lips once more. The kiss is slow, and tender—everything she intended it to be—to show the woman just how loved she truly is. She places her hand behind Y/N's neck, then moves the other to behind her back, moving to secure her against her. Slowly, she moves to guide her until the back of her knees hit the bed frame. Throwing the cover with the roses aside, and then guiding her until her back meets the mattress. Slowly pulling back, as she's now standing at the foot of the bed.

"Jesus, Y/N/N, you're absolutely gorgeous." She breathes out, looking over every inch of her lingerie covered body. Running her eyes over every curve of her body, then moving to straddle her hips. Watching as her chest rises and falls rapidly, as she is clearly trying to regulate her breathing. Leaning back against her thighs, as she finally just takes a moment to take the sight beneath her in. Y/N's eyes are tightly pinched closed, clearly anticipating the redheads next move.

Slowly, she runs her fingers down her sides, lightly scratching as she does. Y/N's skin flusters beneath her touch, and her lust blown eyes open to meet the playful gaze of the woman above her.

Once they lock gazes, Natasha lightly smirks down at her, as Y/N stares back up at her in genuine wonder. Natasha firmly places her hand onto Y/N's shoulder for stability as she reaches over her. Hips gently rolling against Y/N's, all while her breasts begin to teasingly spill out of her bra in direct eye-line of Y/N.

Y/N's breath hitches at the sight, as she feels this new sensation bubbling within her lower abdomen.

Natasha then grabs a strawberry and dips it into the fondue pot. Gathering an abundant slathering of chocolate, and slowly leaning back against her thighs once more.

She looks back down at the woman beneath her with the same smirk, who's now staring back in curiosity. Without warning, she takes the slightly cooled down strawberry, and slowly drags the strawberry in a straight line up Y/N's stomach; starting directly above the line of her panties, then lifting it as she reaches below the clasp of her bra.

"This needs to go..." Natasha husks, reaching to unclasp it and watching intently as the cups fall onto the bed, and Y/N's breasts are released.

Natasha groans at the sight, dipping her finger into the pot, then tracing the chocolate over her erect nipples. Y/N gasps as the warmth overwhelms her senses, and Natasha leans forward to place the strawberry to her lips. Y/N stares into her eyes, slowly parting her lips, welcoming the strawberry into her mouth, and moaning at the sweet taste.

Natasha groans in response, then swiftly returns to Y/N's lower abdomen, laying her tongue flat against her skin, working to swiftly lick up the mess she's made, stopping to mark up her perfect blank canvas. She moves her lips to take Y/N's left nipple into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around, cleaning the chocolate off, and then sucking harshly. Y/N's body arches upwards, and Natasha places a gentle hand to her abdomen. Guiding her back into the bed, as she begins moving her ministrations to the other breast. At this point Y/N's gasping for air, as her body is instinctually writhing at this new sensation, as her body heats up, and she can feel this newfound intensity that's slowly building up between her legs. Natasha can feel the urgency in Y/N's bodies movements, so she releases her nipple with a pop, gliding up to kiss her sweetly, as she lays her body firmly against hers in an attempt to ground her.

"Relax, dorogoy, I got you. I promise I'm going to take such good care of you." Natasha lowly husks into Y/N's ear, lightly pulling the lobe between her teeth, while rolling her nipple between her fingers. This elicits a whiny moan to tumble passed her lips, as Y/N's body instinctually rolls her hips upwards in search of the much needed friction.

The sweet moan drives Natasha absolutely feral, as it sends another pang of arousal directly to her core. Immediately her lips smash into the y/h/c's, as she takes her off guard she slips her tongue passed her parted lips. Gliding her tongue over hers, exploring her mouth once more, and reveling in the sweet remnants of the strawberry's juices. Their lips are moving feverishly against one another's, Y/N has one hand entangled in her red locks, while her other arms wrapped around her back, holding her flush against her. She slowly traces her fingers across her back, and gently pulls on the clasp of Natasha's bra. Natasha begins to smile into the kiss, and then slightly chuckles against her lips at the action.

"Go ahead, take it off." Natasha challenges her.

Y/N begins to fumble with the bra band, trying to do it one handed, and failing miserably. Natasha pulls away slightly, hovering over her, and smiling down at her while she's pouting.

"Oh, lyubov', don't just give up." She teases, then slyly pinches her fingers in front of her face. Y/N whines at the teasing, then tries again, this time succeeding in pinching just right. The bra slips off her shoulders, Natasha moved swiftly to discard it, accidentally swiping Y/N in the face with the clasps as she tossed it.

"Oh, detka, I'm sorry." She laughs out, collapsing into her and burying into her neck in embarrassment, as the women chuckle in unison.

As the laughter dies down, Natasha lightly bites into her neck, receiving a moan, then tracing her tongue over it to bring some relief, successfully redirecting the mood back to where it once was.

"I can't wait any longer to taste you, my sweet girl." Natasha groans, and moves quickly down her body, marking her as she goes, until she finally reaches her thong.

"Shit, you're absolutely soaked." Natasha gasps, marveling at the sight, pressing her finger firmly against her clothed core, watching as Y/N sharply inhales, and her body jolts in response.

"I'm going to remove this thin little barrier now." Natasha states, but in a questioning manner of sorts, and Y/N catches on.

"Please do..." Y/N whimpers out, Natasha immediately loops her fingers through the bands and swiftly pulls it down her body. Following through by removing her own pair.

"Sweet girl, please don't be afraid to tell me to stop. Remember our safe words we discussed earlier?" Natasha says, as she begins to suck and nibble on her thighs.

"Mhm." Y/N hums, not really trusting her voice in the moment.

"Let me hear it..." Natasha commands, slowly inching closer to where the poor woman needs her most.

"Red for stop, yellow for I need a minute, and green for I'm ready."

"So, what are you at right now then?" She questions, placing gentle kisses at the height of her thighs.

"Green.. Natty please.. It hurts." Y/N whines, no longer able to bare the tension that's built up between her legs.

"I got you, moya lyubov'." Natasha gently rasps out, as she places a gentle kiss to her core, and inhaling her lovers intoxicating scent.

No longer wanting to hold back, Natasha lunges forward, and licks a broad stripe across her slit, groaning at the taste of her arousal.

"Shit, you taste even better than I expected."

Natasha then uses her fingers to gingerly part her lower lips, as she breathes in the heavenly scent once more. She slowly pushes her tongue out, lightly flicking at the exposed bundle of nerves, and lightly chuckles at the way Y/N's body squirms at the simple action.

"Relax." She mumbles against her core, only causing the squirming to increase.

She reaches up, firmly laying her arm upon her to hold her in place, gently tracing her fingers across her abdomen to calm her. Then she trails her fingers up, and palms her breast then pinches at her nipples while she lunges forward to start devouring her. She expertly rolls her tongue through her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of her tongue. Y/N's body is gently writhing beneath her hold, and she's whining lowly. Natasha moves her focus to the woman's swollen bundle, moving to suck it in harshly. Peeking over to see Y/N's biting her lower lip harshly, enough to nearly draw blood. Natasha desperately wants to hear whatever noises she can pull, so she increases her pace. Releasing her clit, she traces her tongue down slowly, then swiftly pushes through her throbbing entrance. Y/N's thighs instantly tighten around her head, causing her to have to use her arms to push them back down. Refusing to stop her movements, pushing it in as deeply as she can. As Natasha continues to dart her tongue in and out of her entrance, Y/N's body begins to move against her, as she feels her walls begin to constrict around her tongue. While still holding her thighs down, she gently moves her hand up to reach Y/N's clit, gently rolling the nub beneath her thumb, pulling a gasp from the shy woman. As her walls tighten ever more, Natasha can tell she's close, so she increases to an almost animalistic pace. Rubbing, and pinching roughly at her clit, while darting in as far as she can against the resistance. Swirling her tongue inside, prodding at her walls, and holding her steady while the tension nears its peak. 

"Let go, detka." Natasha mumbles against her core, sending pleasant vibrations through her body, while shoving her tongue in swiftly once more. At the combined actions, Y/N releases a high pitched wail, as her orgasm comes crashing down. Natasha continues to slowly push her tongue into her, gently tugging at her clit, and doing her best to prolong her orgasm. As Y/N's legs begin to still, Natasha gently pulls back, then places a kiss to her clit, as Y/N's body jolts at the action.

Natasha slowly kisses up her body, trailing her fingers up her sides gently, trying to comfort her while she's coming down from her high. She places a sweet kiss to the valley of her breasts, and then gently hovers above her so they're face to face. Looking down to see Y/N with her eyes screwed shut, lip caught between her teeth, as she's deeply breathing through her nose.

"Open your eyes pretty girl." Natasha whispers, her breath fanning across Y/N's face, as she lovingly smiles down at her. Y/N slowly opens them to see Natasha's deeply blown out gaze, and her glistening face—a mixture of Y/N's arousal and her own sweat. She lets out a shaky breath, then smiles back warmly.

"What color?" Natasha questions, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to her nose, then another to the side of her neck as she moves down. 

"Gre-een." Y/N stutters in a whisper, voice slightly cracking as she does.

As Natasha breathes against her neck, Y/N pulls her lip back between her teeth as she begins to anticipate her lovers next move. After taking a moment to breathe, Natasha pulls back to meet her gaze once more.

"Moya dragotsennaya devochka, I want to hear you, no need to hold back those pretty sounds." Natasha whispers as she hovers above Y/N, using her thumb to coax her lip from between her teeth. Then lowering down to connect their lips in a slow, yet feverish kiss, while she slowly edges two fingers into Y/N's dripping entrance, slowly moving them around. She moves to swallow the whine that instantly leaves Y/N's lips, trying to ease her through this new feeling. Natasha pushes her tongue passed her lips to redirect her attention, eliciting a moan as Y/N's now tasting herself for the first time.

"Sh-it." Y/N brokenly croaks into the kiss, as her body tenses.

"Shh... Breathe moya lyubov'. It's going to hurt for a minute, but it'll start to ease any minute.  Color?"

"Yellow." Y/N whispers, and Natasha leaves her fingers inside but stays still. She gently places kisses all over Y/N's face, to her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, then landing once more to her lips. Pressing firmly in a clarifying kiss, and slowly moving their lips against one another, until Y/N whispers the go ahead.

Natasha slowly moves her fingers around inside, scissoring her fingers within, bumping against the spongey walls, and reveling in the sweet moans escaping Y/N's lips as they cascade passed her ears. Y/N's hips begin to slowly move against her hand, urging Natasha to begin thrusting. As she finally pulls out, then thrusts back into her, Y/N's releases a strangled moan, and Natasha feels as her own arousal drips down her legs.

She's desperately in need of her own release, so she sets forth to chase her own high at the same time. Y/N's legs are slightly bent, so Natasha straddles her left thigh. Gently rolling her hips, and choking as her throbbing core finally gets the friction its been yearning for. Stuttering in her movements for only a second, she begins to thrust into Y/N with a newfound fervor, while rolling her hips at an insane pace.

Y/N's moans increase in volume at the sensation, but also at the view she's drinking in. Natasha's mouth is agape, while she uses Y/N's body for her own pleasure. Her breasts are bouncing with every movement she makes, and it just furthers in turning Y/N on. She feels as Natasha's wetness spreads across her thighs, and her core pulses as she hears Natasha release a moan. She feels her own wetness dripping as it glides down her ass and onto the sheets. Her second high is quickly approaching, and Natasha can feel it.

"Come with me, detka..." Natasha moans, increasing her pace against her thigh, and also between her legs.

The women reach their peaks one after the other, and Natasha collapses into the y/h/c's chest, while sliding her fingers out of her. Bringing them up to suck into her mouth, and moaning at the now familiar taste as it overwhelms her senses. Y/N lays her hand on Natasha's head, slightly scratching at her scalp while both women work to regain their breathing.

"I want to taste you too Natty..." Y/N breathlessly whispers, as she's coming down from her second high.

Natasha groans at the admission, so she lazily runs her fingers across Y/N's thigh, and collects hers arousal. Rolling onto her stomach atop her girlfriend, she then leans her chin on her abdomen, then slowly raises her fingers up, and holds them to her lips.

"Shit." Natasha whines as she watches Y/N parts her lips to welcome her dripping fingers, and begins to swirl her tongue over them. Slightly sucking as to collect all the arousal off them, then releasing them with a pop.

Natasha looks up at the exhausted face of her girlfriend, as Y/N returns her gaze with a dopey smile.

"You're going to be the death of me, detka." Natasha groans, as she climbs up to place one last kiss upon her lips, both moaning as their tongues meet, and the taste of their arousals mix.

"I hope not, I'd really like to do this again."

Y/N genuinely says as they pull apart, and Natasha falls into her chest in a fit of laughter.

Y/N tightly wraps her arms around Natasha, holding her as close as possible, and traces shapes along her back with her fingers.

"You know, you really were the finest piece of art in that museum today dorogoy... You're even prettier with my marks all over you though..." Natasha breaks their peaceful silence, as she moves her hand to trace the freshly formed bruise on Y/N's breast.

Y/N laughs boisterously at her statement, and Natasha can't help but to feel her heart constrict at the sound, falling deeper into her warm embrace, and even more so in love.

The night was more than either women could've ever dreamed it to be—perfect.

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The Mystery Stark (Series)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Sibling)

Summary: Tony's sister that disappeared from his life when she was five reemerges. Tony's less than thrilled as he blames her for what became of their parents. Y/N's been trapped with Hydra and she was discovered by Nick Fury during an infiltration by SHIELD. She agreed to join the Avengers, but as long as he hid her true origins. She knew of her brothers resentment, and chose to accept it and all the negative to come with it being as the teams loyalty is to him. In the end she loved him more than anything, and she would never want to bring him pain. However a select few redheads are wary of Tony's warnings as they observe Y/N. Deeply curious how someone as soft and caring from behind the scenes could be the danger he made her out to be. What happens when the truth comes out? Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

I do not own the characters besides Y/N, all rights reserved to Marvel.

TW: Mature Themes, Sexual themes, Violence, Blood, Gaslighting/Manipulation, mention of torture/abuse towards children. Toxic family dynamics.

Chapter 1: Where it all Changed

Chapter 2: Warm Welcomes

Chapter 3: The Dirty Truth

Chapter 4: Sneaky Redheads

Chapter 5: A Delicious Start

Chapter 6: A Rocky Finish

Chapter 7: Are You Okay

Chapter 8: The Little Things

Chapter 9: You Ready?

Chapter 10: Stinky

Chapter 11: Decisions to be Made

Chapter 12: Suit Up

Chapter 13: Co-Pilot

Chapter 14: Showtime

Chapter 15: Tick…

Chapter 16: … Tick …

Chapter 17: … Boom

Chapter 18: Lost in Translation

Chapter 19: Trapped in a Memory

Chapter 20: The Aftermath

Chapter 21: Imagine Me & You

Chapter 22: I Do

Chapter 23: Truth’s Out

Chapter 24: Home?

Chapter 25: Protective Mode Activated

Chapter 26: All

Chapter 27: My

Chapter 28: Firsts

Chapter 28.2: All Our Firsts 🥵🔥

Chapter 28.4: Taking Care of You

Chapter 29: You’re Home!!!

Chapter 30: Malen’koye Der’mo

Chapter 31: We Are Farmers

Chapter 32: Shine Bright

Chapter 33: Atomic Reunions

Chapter 34: I Got You

Chapter 35: All I Ever Wanted

Chapter 36: If The World Was Ending…

Chapter 37:… You’d Come Over Right?

Chapter 38: Another One Bites the Dust

Chapter 39: Never Got the Chance

Chapter 40: This House is NOT a Home

Chapter 41: Mind Games

Chapter 42: Sliver of Hope

Chapter 43: Don’t you Dare

Chapter 44: See You in a Minute

Chapter 45: Battle of a Lifetime

Chapter 46: Soul Link

Chapter 47: You’re Real?

Chapter 48: Forever With You..

Chapter 48.5: …It’s All I Need 🥵

Chapter 49: Girl’s Night

Chapter 50: Wanda-Zilla

Chapter 51: No Egg Rolls? All Problems!

Chapter 51.5: Honey… 🍯🥵

Chapter 51.7: … Mooning 🌚🥵

Chapter 52: Ya Lyublyu Tebya

Chapter 52.5: Our Happy Ending ❤️

[romanoffsbish]

Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! WandaNat x Reader MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic)

SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (if you squint)

CoffeeShopOwner!Reader

TrustFundBaby!Reader

This is a short series of connected oneshots from my Wattpad.

TW: Slightly/initially toxic Natasha, and a complacent Wanda. Drugging. Smutty vibes/potential full on smut. Violence. Tons of swearing. Manipulation.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 • 6.1 - SMUT

[romanoffsbish]

Burnt Out

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Wives)

Angsty… Slightly fluffy if you squint

Natasha's dreams of a big family, have slowly become my greatest nightmare... and she's not even here to live through it with me.

I honestly couldn't do it without my trusty bottle of Vino...

I agreed to start a family, not a baseball team.

Wanda, Yelena and Natasha are currently on a week long, no contact mission together.

While they're off saving the world from God knows what, I'm at home keeping all of our worlds safe, and I'd like to think that I'm quite the superhero myself.

——

Our eldest daughter—Topanga, she's quite the little helper, though I tend to shoo her away; not wanting her to feel burdened by thinking she needs to help with the younger kids. I know it's in her nature to help, but I remember all too well what being the eldest sister was like and I refuse to place the same chip on her shoulders.

Topanga's seven, so she's at least school aged, whereas Natasha and I's other three children are all under five. Romeo and Ryland, are our fraternal twin boys, and are currently in the "terrific three's," but I'm failing to see when that transition takes place. Then there's Samantha, our newest baby coming up on five months old tomorrow, she recently discovered her toes so that's cool I guess.

Then I was also left with Billy and Tommy, as Vision's also off on a mission; let's just say they're living up to the terrible two's.

Don't even get me started on the fact that Yelena's left me in charge of Fanny, as if I would have the time for tending to a dog's every need. Especially not when her list for her dog is more extensive then the one we have for our five month old.

•Brush her coat every evening at 5:05

Why 5:05? Would it hurt if I did 5:06?

•I left a weeks worth of food in your deep freezer. She eats Veal, that you need to thaw, mixed with a raw egg, and her supplements.

Jesus, the dog eats better than me...

•She goes on a run every morning, and night.

Not with me she doesn't..

The list goes on, but I just stopped reading it as it continues to get more ludicrous as you go on.

To top it all off—Clint had called two days in, apparently Laura and him were in a bind; desperately in need to leave the kids with me for the day, and even possibly the night. They'd never call if it wasn't urgent, so of course I had said yes.

———

My current peace is interrupted by a loud slamming of a car door, my heart drops, and I race to beat them to the door. However, Nate was a bit too eager to see Panga, so he ruined the silence and barreled his fist into the door.

Almost as if a set of fire alarm sprinklers would go off one after the other, all the liliputians spring to life. Samantha, and the twins instantly cry, having not been ready for consciousness just yet, filling me with dread as I now have three tired yet awake kids. On the other hand, the older set of twins are now bounding with energy, and tearing up my living room.

I sigh, mentally preparing myself for the chaos that's about to commence, that I had so carefully held at bay for all this time.

"Clinton, upon your return, I better be receiving replenishments for my wine collection." I reply through gritted teeth to the man staring sheepishly in my direction from the bottom of my porch stairs.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry, we told him not to but we couldn't catch him in time."

"Well, had you texted like I said to, I would've been able to stop him." I whine indignantly.

"I swear we'll make it up to you." He promises, before taking off towards the car with a waiting Laura in it.

She locked her gaze with mine, sending me the understanding pity glare, having been privy to what it's like being the mom of an Avengers kids. I smile back gently, knowing that she'd be quick to help me in my future binds, then I shut the door and face the chaos.

Great, two teenagers, and an elementary school boy—I'll be just fine.

———

It's now day four of five with all of them, and I'm about two tantrums away from a breakdown of my own. If I hear 'Mama, he stole my toy' one more time, I might have a garage sale this weekend to make sure there's no toys left in this house to steal, or maybe no more children—I’ll decide later…

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my eldest baby calling for me.

"Mama"

"Mhm." I hum, as it's all I can do to keep from screaming after hearing that title for the millionth time this week.

"Are you okay?"

My heart softens slightly at my daughters concern, as I drop my gaze to see her concerned stare.

"Of course I'm okay, little dove. I'm just relaxing for a minute while everyone's finally napping." I reply in a whisper, wanting to keep things as quiet as possible for now.

"I know you're lying, mommy taught me how to spot your ticks."

"Well, tell your mommy she clearly knows nothing about me then." I scoff, wondering why in the hell my wife would teach our daughter how to read me like a spy

"She won't like that." She giggles in response, then throws her arms around me in a tight hug.

I kneel down, so I can hug her back properly, sort of melting into my daughters sweet embrace.

"I love you, Pang's, you're always just so good for mama." I praise my daughter, knowing how much she thrives off of words of affirmation, much like her mommy.

"I love you too, mama"

...

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Do you know how to do this type of math?"

I chuckle as her ulterior motives come to light, she wanted to make sure I wasn't breaking down before she asked for help with her homework. I pull out a seat at the dining room table, then pull her into my lap, as we get to work.

"So, say you need four water bottles for a hike, if I had one, and you had another, how many out of four is that?" I ask my daughter, as we're going over the basics of fractions.

"That's 2 out of 4 mama."

"Good job little dove, so can you simplify that or is that the end?" I push her, trying to gauge her understanding.

"Well, isn't 2/4 just the same as a half ?"

"That's correct!! See, I knew you knew what you were doing. You were just trying to make me feel smarter, huh?" I coo, watching as her face fills with pride.

Once her homework is finished, she runs off to play with Nate, and I get started on making dinner for the circus. Three packages of chicken tends, three boxes of mac and cheese, some almonds and Vino for myself later, and everyone’s officially fed.

Now it’s bath time…

At around 9PM, the house had finally settled down, Topanga and Nate went to bed in the bunkbeds an hour ago. Both sets of twins finally passed out twenty minutes ago, after I struggled to implement their 'relaxing nighttime routine.'

Lila and Cooper are currently sprawled out on the couches, scrolling through their phones, as one should expect nothing less from teenagers.

I'm currently sat at the dining room table, with a sleeping Samantha against my chest, as her tiny breaths fan out and tickle my neck. I do my best to cherish this moment, as baby cuddles can do wonders for one's stress levels, but I also have to be careful not to hold her for too long. I don't want to miss the deep sleep window, where I can lay her in the crib and walk away unscathed by her cries.

"Goodnight you two, I love you." I coo, as I walk to the couches to kiss the teens foreheads, receiving lighthearted groans at the 'unwanted' affection, doing so while successfully keeping Samantha asleep.

Lila and Cooper both smile my way, and bid me farewell as I turn the downstairs lights out and triple check the locks on the doors. I make my way to bed, lying Samantha in the bassinet besides my bed, as Wanda's twins currently reside in her crib in the nursery. I place a gentle kiss to her forehead, then throw my body into bed, negating all my needs, simply in favor of sleep.

—

I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds, jumping up with a start, because the sun is only ever a sign of trouble around here. The house is entirely too quiet, and as my senses all come to I smell bacon, so I bound down the stairs. Unfortunately tripping on the last two steps, and somehow managing to never hit the ground.

“Careful there dorogoy, we wouldn’t want you falling for me.” Wanda playfully flirts, as she catches me and brings me back to my feet.

(Darling)

“Wands.” I gasp, immediately throwing my arms around her, as I damn near start crying at the relief I feel.

“Hey witchy, paws off my wife.” I hear Natasha playfully growl from behind.

“Yeah, yeah, now that she’s up I’m going to take a shower.” Wanda replies with an eye roll, as I feel my body being transitioned into Nat’s arms.

“Breakfast is on the counter!” She shouts at me as she runs up the stairs.

“There’s my baby…” I coo, as I see a sleeping Samantha in her arms.

“I’m here too…” Natasha whines with a pout, and I chuckle and kiss her lips.

“Yeah, but the pancakes and bacon are calling my name, I haven’t had a good meal in days.”

Her face drops at the admittance.

“Baby, you have to eat right, you’re literally breastfeeding, that takes a lot out of your body.” She scolds me.

I laugh, because she’s damn right it does, but the deep freezer’s well stocked on breast milk, so I am free to do as I please for a few days. Nothing wrong with the good old pump and dump.

“I have had too much wine this week to properly breastfeed, so that’s not true.” I chuckle out, as I munch on a piece of bacon.

Natasha just blinks a few times, before her gaze falls on my jar of wooden corks, then back to me worriedly.

“Detka, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just tired, and had a bottle in the evening to unwind.”

“Unwind? From what exactly?” She scoffs, while bouncing a waking Samantha on her hip.

I dramatically drop my fork at the patronizing question. Practicing my breathing techniques, doing my best to not blow up on her, as she’s only just got home.

“Five kids, four of which who are under the age of five. Add on the three additions I received two nights in, and tada, exhaustion takes over. Oh, and Fanny, who is almost as high maintenance as her mother.”

“Aren’t you being a bit dramatic, detka… They’ve been nothing but perfect angels all morning.” She laughs out, while pinching a giggling Samantha’s cheeks.

“There’s three of you, and they tend to act brand new when you’re here for a few days…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, clearly growing defensive.

I reach up to rub my temples, sighing, as I started something I hadn’t intended to.

“Look, I know your job’s important, but what I’d like to think what I do here is equally so. I’ve been kinda doing this alone as of late, and that’s not your fault—I know that. But Natasha, I’m exhausted, and I don’t enjoy being belittled and being treated as if I’m not holding everything together back home.”

“What’s there to hold together Y/N? Maybe the problem is your approach?” She bitterly says, the bewildered look on her face tells me that she instantly regretted it, but it’s too late.

“Yeah, then how about you take a week off, as a matter of fact I’ll call Fury for you. Have fun.” I humorlessly laugh out, breezing passed her and heading straight to our room to pack a bag.

She briskly follows behind me but I slam the door shut, that’s not stopping her though as she continues to bang her fist into the door.

“Y/N, my love, I didn’t mean it… Please open the door…”

…

“What are you doing? Don’t call Fury, I’ll call him myself, tell him I need to spend more time at home, please just come out.”

…

“Baby! Please!”

I reluctantly open the door, but only because Samantha’s now a hysterical mess in her arms.

I reach my arms out, and Nat moves to enter my embrace, but I instead take our daughter from her and re-close the door.

“Sweetheart, mama’s going to take a vacation, so be good for mommy—or don’t, that’s entirely up to you. I’ll be back when she relents.” I quietly coo, listening as her cries die down, but Natasha’s seem to increase from the opposite side of the door.

Once Samantha’s calmed, with her head against my chest and her thumb in her mouth, I sling my duffle over my shoulder and open the door to a terrified Natasha. Natasha’s eyes are brimming with unshed tears, and they widen when they take in my appearance.

“Wh-where are you going?”

“I’m testing out your theory, maybe you’re right and I’m just a bad mother—.”

“I didn’t say that!” She cries out.

“If it’s truly my approach, then I’m sure this will be a cake walk for you. To make it fair for me, I’ll be taking Wanda, but I’ll also be generous and leave you with Yelena.”

“Y/N…”

“Shh, this is how this is going to go, you won’t be changing my mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to round up Wanda, while saying goodbye to all our beautiful babies.”

“Angel, please…” She whimpers, as I slightly relent, and pull her into my embrace.

“I love you Natasha, but I need a break, and you need a reality check.” I reply, placing a kiss to her temple, then another briefly to her lips, as I pass off a much calmer Samantha.

I walk away before she can say anything else, entering the living room to see the younger set of twins cuddled up in their mothers arms. Wanda looks up at me, smirking at the sight of my bag, and raises her eyebrow.

“Y/N! Did you give Fanny her runs? She seems lethargic, I gave you a list for a —.”

“I’m gonna cut you off there blondie, but witchy and I have week long resort trip planned. So, you and your sister will be remaining here with the entirety of the children.” I interrupt, and watch her face drop at the announcement.

“That’s not fair, I don’t know what my sister did, but that’s not my problem.”

“Wrong, your list was absolutely offensive, so I want you to accomplish your own list while helping your sister to take care of the kids. Good luck.” I reply, smirking Wanda’s way, and patting her shoulder.

“Attention!” I shout, and all the kids fall in line in front of me, with silly smiles on their faces.

“Mama’s going to be gone for a few days, but it’s okay, because Auntie Lena and mommy will be here instead.”

“We’re going to starve.” Romeo groans, and I have to stifle a laugh as Natasha’s sullen form enters the living room.

“Mommy literally burns water…” Ryland grumbles in agreement.

“Now boys, you’re going to be just fine.” I halfheartedly mumble out, wondering if I’d actually thought this through.

“Mama, are you and mommy getting a divorce? Because my friend Makayla’s parents are getting one and she is so sad all the time… I don’t want you and mommy to get divorced… I don’t want to be sad…” ‘Panga depressingly questions, unable to really keep her eyes focused.

“Oh honey—.” I start.

“Absolutely not!” Natasha finishes, much more sternly than I was going for, but message received nonetheless.

I look back to see her clinging to Samantha as if her life depends on it, seemingly in search of some form of comfort, and my heart aches slightly. Nonetheless, I turn back to face the massive onslaught of kids with a wide smile upon my face.

“Group hug time!!!!” I shout, as all the kids pile into me in firs of giggles.

Wanda reenters the living room, and then we make our way to the cars.

“I give them two hours tops.” Wanda laughs out as I tear out of the driveway.

“Yeah, we’re only going to the hotel up the street for the night, they could never survive a full week, to be real, I doubt they’ll survive the night.” I laugh along, entirely amused at the situation Natasha has found herself in.

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Magical Night Away (Part 2)

[romanoffsbish]

Thanking my Lucky Stars ✨ 🍀

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Sibling!Reader

Pietro Maximoff x Sibling!Reader

Natasha made you watch that wretched Leprechaun movie last night, innocently claiming it was 'In the spirit of the holidays.' You should've known by the smirk that resided upon her features that she had been up to no good. All Nat really wanted was to play upon your skittish nature so you'd cuddle close to her—which you did, and her heart was instantly warmed at the feeling of having you so close. However, as the movie came to a close, she quickly regretted her choices as she found herself informed she'd be sleeping alone that night.

"No! You're mean, I'm cuddling with Wanda!" You had shouted at her, as Wanda sympathetically stared her way with a shrug to her shoulders, as you both then disappeared into your sisters room.

Natasha remained awake for around three hours that night, tossing and turning, before the overwhelming exhaustion finally drowned out her thoughts. Emotionally exhausted from the thoughts of upsetting you, her nightmares didn't even bother her enough to wake her up.

When she did finally wake up, as the sun hit her face, she was quickly reminded of last night's events. She went to reach for you to pull you close, then that's when she felt the empty place beside her in bed. On the verge of tears, she sprung up from her bed, planning to do everything in her power to make it up to you.

On your end that night, you had actually needed Wanda to placate your mind with good dreams, before you could even begin to close your eyes. The sad truth was that sleeping without Natasha is always hard for you, so it just made the situation that much worse. You'd always dread when one of you is sent on a mission because of this. No matter how hard it was though, you somehow managed with the warmth of your sister beside you.

You'd woken up this morning with revenge on the brain, after the embarrassment of the night prior. The sweetest revenge is the unexpected kind, so, you're going to act like all is forgiven. After she sees the onslaught of pranks you've arranged, she'll learn to never mess with you again.

After her morning training, Natasha had made her way to the kitchen. Coming to a stop right outside the doorway as she had heard your giggles; peering in to see Wanda laughing along with you as she made breakfast for the team. She was absolutely terrified to walk in, not wanting to be the reason your happiness fades, her heart just couldn't bare it... The hunger however had her reluctantly walking in anyways. To her absolute shock you'd looked excited to see her, as you were smiling widely at her. Her heart burst at the sight, thanking what diety out there that you'd already let the events of the night prior go.

"Natty!!! Good morning!! Look, Wands made green horseshoe shaped pancakes for the holiday."

"Yeah, not a single one of us is Irish here, but any excuse to experiment in the kitchen works for me I guess ." Wanda sarcastically states, with no real malice, as everyone knows she's only doing this to put a smile on Y/N's face.

"It looks good Wands." Nat compliments her quickly, then turns to her girlfriend, not wanting to miss out on the affection she craved.

Natasha leans forward and places a gentle, yet desperate kiss to her girlfriends lips, lightly whimpering at the feelings that kissing you always brought her. You kissed her back, gently moving your lips against hers, then eventually pulling back.

You took in her appearance, noting the slight bags under her eyes, feeling slightly guilty knowing she's in this state of exhaustion because of you. Your need for revenge is now the furthest thing from your mind—too bad the plans were already set in motion..

Lost in the moment with her, you gently smile up at her once more to reassure her all is well. Then you yanked her down into your lap, as she squealed, then lifted your fork to her mouth. She took the offered bite, moaning slightly as the flavors cascaded across her tongue, and your back slightly shivered as chills ran down it. Natasha discreetly smirked to herself as she felt your bodies reaction. Wanda slid another plate your way, then took her spot across from you both.

Not many words were said, Natasha feared apologizing right now would ruin the moment. As if reminding you of her sins would cause you to shift away from her, and she's too vulnerable to handle that. As the plates emptied, Wanda collected them, you protested and moved to clean them yourself instead. Natasha lightly deflated at the loss of your touch, but decided it was for the best since she still needed to shower after training. She reluctantly bid you both farewell, but not before sneaking a sweet kiss from you, then heading off towards your shared room.

"Good acting skills, even I believed you had forgiven her." Wanda cheekily remarks, leaving you confused, before the reality comes crashing on you.

"Oh shit, I completely had forgotten." You gasp, and Wanda looks at you amused.

"I say you have about ten minutes to run and hide before she returns." Wanda muses, and you take her words to heart.

"Thanks for everything, you were the best sister I could've asked for, I love you." You dramatically relay, kissing her cheek swiftly as you run off in search of a place to hide.

"I'm surrounded by children." Wanda mutters to herself, taking a seat at the counter with her tea and book to wait for the show; secretly loving all the entertainment that being yours and Pietro's sister brings her.

Natasha enters your shared room with a pep in her step, feeling lighter as it appears you're no longer mad at her. Shedding her training gear, she hops into the shower, where the warm water relieves the last of her tension. Natasha reaches for her purple shampoo, as she'd just recently bleached her hair. She'd done it on a whim, claiming she wanted to see 'all the fun' the blondes have after Yelena continued to use the American phrase.

So consumed by her thoughts of cuddling up to you later to watch movies, she failed to see her purple shampoos color was off. She ran the bubbled up product through her hair, making sure to scrub extremely well as she hadn't washed her hair in a couple days. It's only as she went to rinse it out, that her eyes were drawn to the water at the bottom of the tubs alarming shade. Her heart sank at the realization, and she quickly washed her body and jumped out.

She towel dried her body, then went to use the blow dryer on her hair, to get a clear idea of what you'd just done to her. Had she not been fuming, she'd of noticed her hair dryer had been moved, but she was too spaced out. You'd never need to move it, so it would've always been in the proper place, like everything else on Natasha's side of the sinks. See, you—much to Natasha's horror, simply allow your wet hair to just soak everything you're wearing until it eventually dries naturally.

She quickly turned the blow dryer on, hoping to dry her freshly—against her will—dyed hair. Instead of hot air blowing out, she was met with a whirring sound and within an instant was drenched in glitter.

She groaned, violently cursing herself for ever believing things would be that easy, it never is with you. She's learned over time that you can most definitely hold a grudge, and it's usually only ever petty ones. You hold no resentment over Tony throwing you across the compound with his blaster, but God forbid she makes you watch one horror movie—NO, she must pay....

Well, now so will you, you were definitely going to get it...

She tightly wraps her wet hair in a towel, then wipes as much glitter off of her face as she can, before throwing clothes on and taking off in search of you.

Wanda's currently enamored by the chapter she's reading, she then takes quick notice of the ripples coursing through her tea, she then starts to count down from three..

"Wanda! Where is she?!" Natasha seethes, perfectly in sync with Wanda hitting zero.

Wanda quietly closes her book, then glances up to Natasha, and upon taking in her appearance she breaks out into a fit of laughter.

"Oh God, you poor thing." She mockingly consoles the redhead—well the blonde—well, actually who even knows at this point.

"Don't start unless you wanna be next." Natasha seethes, overlooking the fact that Wanda could have her handled before she even took another step.

Wanda allows the comment to slide, as Natasha's clearly already suffering enough here. However, curiosity gets the best of her, so she snaps her fingers, causing Natasha's towel to disappear and her hair to fall out.

"Shit..." She mutters, doing her best to fight back another laugh

Natasha instantly cringes as she sees the shade in her peripheral vision. The anger in her body coursing through her rapidly, her face turning a shade of red, that makes her almost resemble a leprechaun—how fitting.

"I know you're mad, but I'll have you know I had to hold a whimpering Y/N last night, so I'm slightly mad too. She literally whimpered in her sleep being without you, so just remember that when you take off to kill her. I believe she ran off towards the lab, I assume to hide in the suits like she does." Wanda says, noticing the rage burning behind Nat's eyes, and moving to humble her.

Not that it really matters though, the moment Natasha sees you it's likely her raging anger will fade away into a mere bubbling.

Now that Natasha's entered the kitchen, Wanda's telepathically informing you. So, you actually sneak out of the lab, and make your way back to your room, as that's the last place she'd expect you to hide. Knowing you have about an hour until the hacking of Friday you did will be overridden, and she'll have access to your location.

"Friday! Where is Y/N?"

"Hallo Agent Leprechaun, anscheinend hat Y/N tatsächlich mein System gehackt. Sie sagte, du findest sie am Ende des Regenbogens.." The apparently now German AI replies, giving Natasha absolutely nothing.

(Hello agent leprechaun, it appears Y/N has actually hacked my system. She said you'll find her at the end of the rainbow.)

Wanda loses her absolute shit, as she exits the kitchen, briefly squeezing Natasha's tense shoulders as she leaves.

Y/N's currently lying in bed, just vibing, as she watches an episode of her comfort show—Friends.

"She's your lobster. Come on, you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life." Phoebe says, telling Ross that Rachel's basically his soulmate.

You giggle to yourself, realizing Natasha is definitely your lobster, well actually your leprechaun—short, festively decorated, and as you learned last night, apparently homicidal.

As the episode begins to fade into the next, you find yourself fading along with it, as your eyes droop closed.

Natasha's practically searched all over for you, while simultaneously utilizing her tablet to knock your hackings out of the system. At this point she wouldn't be shocked if you had caught a flight out of the country cause you're apparently not here.

"Agent Romanoff, it appears I'm all back to normal, and I've located Y/N."

"Where?" Natasha desperately asks.

"She is actually asleep in your bed, surrounded by snacks, while Friends is playing on the TV."

"Thank you Friday." She shouts, before heading to the elevator, wondering why she didn't think to check there.

Sneaking through the halls, she finally reaches your door, slowly nudging it open as it was already cracked. She'd had the hour to calm slightly, even laughing at her reflection at one point, acknowledging to herself that you'd gotten her good.

Honestly, had it not been for Yelena's cackling when she'd checked in the gym, she'd have already forgiven you.

"Der'mo! This is too good, remind me to thank Y/N for the laugh."

"You look like a clown, but like the Walmart version."

"Oh, I can't wait to plan pranks with her, I never knew she was a genius.."

Natasha had walked away as soon as Yelena had went to snap a photo, with a renewed anger bubbling to the surface, as she continued on her search for you.

The anger once again had began to fizzle as she took in your sleeping form. You were curled into a fetal position, with a serene expression across your features, her homicidal urges all but faded away at the sight of your adorableness.

She still wanted to strike the fear of God into you though, so she lifted the half eaten bag of Doritos from your hand, then smushed them loudly. Your eyes jolted open, as your body stiffened—she found you...

You jumped out of the bed, faster than you've ever moved before, and faced her in a defensive stance.

"Moya lyubov', I've been looking all over for you, I was worried sick." She coos, in a faux concerned tone, but you're not stupid.

"Nice try, but I wasn't born yesterday..." You quip back.

"Look, I was mad, but I think it's best we just say the scores evened out..." She says, trying to ease you back into her arms.

You stare towards the window, wondering if Wanda would hear your pleas and catch you if you jumped.

"Don't you even think about it, I might've planned your murder, but I don't actually want you dead..." She warns you, as she saw your sight set on the window.

Ignoring her, you go to run, but she's always been faster so she catches you as you try to hurl towards the window. Throwing you backwards onto the bed, she then straddles your hips.

"Nice try, detka... Now, any last words?"

"I... love... you..." You dramatically state, while feigning as if you were dying.

Her face softens at the proclamation, as she carefully moves the hairs from your face, and she leans down to peck your nose.

"... my little leprechaun..." You continue, deviously smirking up at her, as her gaze hardens and face forms a deadly pout.

Her hands take residence on your sides, as she brutally jabs into you, tickling you with no end in sight. Mercy is for the weak, so she plans to show you none. You're gasping for air, as your body is writhing beneath her, desperate to escape her hold. It's an impossible feat, Natasha's strength is unmatched, and when you're being tickled your brain cells all but disappear, along with the remembrance of your powers.

In a moment of clarity, you close your eyes tight, and commandeer control of her body, as her limbs are now frozen in place against you.

"Detka, let go, or it will only get worse..." She playfully threatens.

"No... I'd say we're even now." You gasp out, .

"Have you seen my hair?! Or my face?" She shouts, anger definitely present in her tone, but subsiding when she sees you flinch.

"Yes, nothing a makeup wipe and bleach can't fix. I say it's time for a truce." You plead, sending up your best puppy eyes you can muster.

Natasha looks at your adorable pout, and pitiful gaze, then when she realizes all she wants to do is kiss it away, she concedes.

"Truce it is." She replies, and you can see the genuine adoration behind her gaze, so you release her.

She drops her body atop of yours, and simply cuddles you close. Placing a few gentle kisses to your collarbones, then lifting her head to place her lips onto yours in a sweet kiss.

"I have to admit, you got me good detka, but never mess with my hair again." She mumbles against the side of your neck.

"Duly noted... I also recommend never roping me into a scary movie with promises of cute creatures that end up turning deadly."

She chuckles at your statement, feeling your body vibrating beneath her as you do the same.

"I love you, detka..."

"I love you more, Natty.."

"Not possible." She tiredly mumbles, as she falls asleep against your chest.

No longer tired, you turn the TV low and continue to watch Friends, occasionally glancing down at your beautiful girlfriend's snoring face.

You lie there, thanking your lucky stars that you were blessed to find a love like this one.

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Once everyone had finished enjoying their dinner, of a traditional corn beef and cabbage, they'd all went on their ways to settle down for the night.

Natasha had told you she'd be in the weapons training facility, shooting to let off some steam. You kissed her as she left, then turned to your sister.

"Glad to see you survived." She laughs out, handing you a dish to dry.

"Yeah, we decided we were even, so we called a truce." You simply state.

The moment between you and your sister is quickly ruined as you hear loud footsteps on the floor above you.

"Shit, Y/N/N.. Her thoughts are loud, what did you do?"

Then it hits you, the final thing you'd done to Natasha...

"Wanda, I don't think I'm coming back from this one."

Before you could run, Natasha was in the doorway, holding up her newly painted mission suit, with matching widow bites.

"Detka, care to explain?" Natasha seethes in question, not actually wanting a response, but really just wanting to zap you instead.

"Wanda, please, save me." You whimper, then plead with your sister, who laughs and throws her hands up in the air.

Natasha goes to lunge for you, but you’re saved by speedy, as your brother comes barreling through.

"Oh, mladshaya sestra, I'm so proud of you." Pietro laughs out, while you two sit on a bench, staring out at the city of love.

“Wanda would tell me you being proud of me is a bad thing…” You remark, realizing your brother being on your side is not good.

“Ah, but who is it that saved you?”

You giggle, leaning into your brother’s side, simply enjoying the peace of the city. Before your spy girlfriend eventually shows up on a quinjet, with your sister in tow to stop another runaway, and you’re sure it’ll be within the next hour.

“Good point, Piet. We should at least enjoy the next hour of our life, while we still can.” You joke—well, at least you hope you’re joking…

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