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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 2:

We slowly moved inside, taking down guards one by one. Natasha secured the security room and Sam got the armory room.

Us 5 had successfully reached the entrance and the only thing we needed to enter was Nat’s signal of a clear path. “How are you guys doing?” I asked in the comms. “There are about 50 guards left inside. Klaue is at the top of the building,” Natasha informed us. “How’s our way inside looking?” I asked. “Just a second…” She said, clearly focused on what she was doing. “You’re clear, go get him.” “I’m planning on it.”

We made our way through each level quietly. Collected all the files we found, searching for Vibranium and Klaue.

In no time we were nearing the top floor. We were left with 7 men and Klaue. “You get the guards, I have Klaue,” I looked at the agents, and once they all nodded we broke in the door, not leaving a second for them to escape.

Our agents were on Klaue’s men quickly and I spotted Klaue at the other side of the room. “Sam get over here and collect the Vibranium, Nat get all their data from the main hardware, and send your team over here. I’ll get Klaue,” I said and ran to Klaue. As he saw me coming he held up a different-looking gun and he aimed at me. Kicked up a metal table and threw it at him, making him fall back into a door and roll down some stairs. I followed him to the stairway and before I got to him, he started running down the stairs. Sent a fireball in front of him, trying to stop him, but it didn’t bother him, and jumped over the burning area and continued running.

Trying to stop him I tried to fire at him but somehow he managed to run out of the building. I followed him closely and finally hit him with a fireball, making him fall to the ground. “Who are you working for? Who needs this much Vibranium?” I asked as I stood over the man. “A lot of people,” he said with a devilish smile. “Who are you providing this for?”

He looked behind me and the next second someone jumped at me, sending me about 100 feet away from Klaue. I rolled in the dirt making me cough. I looked up and saw a man in a black catsuit, helmet covering his head. “What the hell, man?” I got up and when I looked to Klaue’s way he was gone. “I lost Klaue,” I said in the comms. The cat man didn’t waste time and started punching me. I tried to block his moves, and when I grabbed his arm I burned him but it seemed he didn’t even notice. “Why are you stealing Vibranium?” He asked and I frowned. “Stealing? I’m trying to get it away from Klaue!” I explained while we kept fighting. “How do you know him?” He asked not even bothering to stop. “I’ve been after him for months, he’s supplying someone with Vibranium, I’m trying to find out who! Stop fucking punching me,” I said angrily and with a big kick I sent him back.

He got up and took his helmet off and my eyebrows shot up. “Aren’t you the Prince of Wakanda?” I asked and he frowned. “Yes, I am. And who are you?” He walked closer. “I’m Y/N Stark. I’m part of the Avengers.” His face dropped and looked where Klaue had been laying a couple of minutes ago. “I blew that up, didn’t I?” He asked and I spread my arms. “Yeah, kinda. This was the first time in 6 months that we had eyes on him, so thanks for that. Why did you even stop me?” I asked frustratingly. He seemed like he didn’t know the answer either. “I’m sorry, I thought you were with him.” “Y/N I think we found the person he’s supplying, you’re not gonna like this,” heard Sam over the comms. “Yeah, and I bumped into the Wankandan Prince. I’ll be there in a second,” I said then turned to the Prince. “If you’re after him, come with me,” I said and he nodded.

“So what is this cat thing? Are like a… Cat-Man?” I asked, not really sure what he was supposed to symbolize. “I’m the Black Panther. It’s been the protector of Wakanda for centuries, once I become king I’ll be the official Black Panther.” He explained. “Right and what’s your name?” “I’m T’Challa.”

Once we got up to where the team was I explained what happened and Natasha wasn’t happy at all to lose Klaue. “I can help you find Klaue if you hand over all the Vibranium you found so far. It belongs to Wakanda,” T’Challa said and Nat looked at me questioning if he was trustworthy. “That’ll work. Sam, what did you find?” I asked and he handed me some files. “Hadria Folks. She has an army of super soldiers with Vibranium armor. Klaue has been supplying her for the last 3 months,” he explained as I looked through the pictures of the armor and the amount of Vibranium she got her hands on. I looked at T’Challa and handed him the papers. “You’ve got a bigger problem than just stolen Vibranium.” He looked at the information splattered on the files and he glanced at me with a weird look. “Send your team home, you three come with me back to Wakanda, we’ll get to Klaue that way.”

We made our way to the Quinjet and I tapped Sam’s shoulder. “Take the files back to the Compound and look her up. We need every information we have on her. And look up this Black Panther guy too just to be sure,” I said and he sighed. “Why can’t I go with you? Wakanda must be so cool,” he whined and I chuckled. “You’ll get there, Wilson.”

Natasha and I followed T’Challa to his plane which looked very cool. “How did you lose Klaue?” Asked Natasha. “This guy jumped on me and when I got back up he was gone. I really hope he can get us to Klaue because if not I’m gonna be very angry.”

We got the plane and the technology was very advanced. It looked amazing. I stepped one step closer to a sand table and suddenly a blade was by my neck then I heard a gun being held up by someone. “I wouldn’t do that,” Natasha spoke and I carefully looked to my side to see the woman who was holding a long spear. I guess Natasha was holding a gun at her. “Okoye, they’re Avengers, lower your weapon,” T’Challa spoke and she took a look between Nat and I then pulled back the spear. I looked at Natasha and glanced at her gun, signaling that she should withdraw too. “Okoye, this is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Ladies, this is Okoye, the commander of the Dora Milaje,” introduced us, the Prince. “Dora Milaje?” I asked. “Special forces of Wakanda,” said the woman with a straight and intense look.

Once we got off Natasha and I sat down, she still looked very unimpressed with the situation. “It’s gonna be fine, trust me,” I said to her and she just sighed, and I saw the look she gave me and it seemed she was trying to make an effort. “I trust you, not them,” said Natasha, and I put my hand on her thigh in a second, slightly squeezing. “Natalia, we know about Wakanda and they are trustworthy,” I explained and she looked at me with a tense expression. “She held a spear to your neck, Y/n.” “She didn’t know who we were.” Natasha sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I really hope you’re right.”

***

As soon as the jet landed T’Challa went ahead and then us two, Okoye followed behind. When we all reached the ground, I saw the King and Queen of Wakanda with two other women, one younger than all of us. “Baba,” he bowed slightly, then looked at us. “This is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff, Avengers,” he said and we bowed too. “King T’Chaka, a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he nodded. “Likewise, welcome to Wakanda.” “Thank you, didn’t think this would be the reason for our first visit,” I said and he nodded. “Yes, it’s very unfortunate. In the meantime, this is my wife Ramonda, and my daughter, Shuri. And Nakia, member of the War Dogs, also the girlfriend of my son,” said the King, and T’Challa was quick to get flustered. “Now, I think we should get to work,” T’Challa said, trying to avoid the topic.

***

We made contact with Sam at the Compound and as he was on video call with us, we saw all the information on Klaue from what T’Challa and the others had so far. “We unintentionally found one of Klaue’s hiding places around six months ago. He had a full cabinet of Vibranium but we didn’t know who he was at the time. Then we went after him and retrieved over 100 million dollars worth of Vibranium in the last six months. And today was our first time locating such a big amount that led us to Klaue. Then we found out why he needs this much. Sam, what did you find?” I looked at him on the screen and the next second he sent over everything on the bigger screen in the room. “Hadria Folks, ex-KGB. She has approximately 15 super soldiers with Vibranium armor and weapons. There were multiple attacks in Europe, but nobody got them in time. Police can’t handle them obviously and Folks haven’t been seen in 2 months. Her station is said to be in Siberia, a familiar place, don’t you think?” Sam said and I looked at him immediately. “He’s not there,” I said, crossing my arms. “Who’s not there?” Asked Nakia and I just kept staring at the screen. “Another super soldier, he was a Hydra weapon until we got him and now he is hiding, keeping himself off the radar. Maybe he could help us,” I said and Sam interfered quickly. “We couldn’t locate him for a while now, how are we planning to do this?” He asked. “You haven’t been able to locate him. He sent me a letter about two weeks ago, saying he was in Romania. He’ll know where to find her. Nat and I will go to Romania, get Barnes and you find Klaue. I’ll get you all the Vibranium we retrieved. Are you familiar with super soldiers?” I turned to the Wakandans. Shuri typed it into her computer then multiple images came up on the screen. One particular picture is of James. “Captain America is one of them, right?” Asked Nakia. “Yes.” “Why not get him involved with this?” T’Challa suggested. “He’s got other stuff to deal with. And besides, I think we’ll be just fine doing this.”

After some discussion, they flew us back to the Compound and I was ready to go home. I really thought that this could be a promising opportunity for us to get more allies and maybe get James out of hiding.

“When will you pick up Rina?” Walked into my office Natasha but stopped at the door. “Dad picked her up already. I asked him and Pepper to watch her for a while. I don’t know how long this thing will last,” I explained and packed up all my stuff, ready to leave. “So, you’ll be alone?” She asked with a gentle but clearly seductive tone. My eyes lifted in her and the smirk on her face was undeniable. I began to walk past her and before I stepped out of the room, I looked her up and down. “Care to join?” Natasha didn’t answer, she just grabbed onto my hand and kissed me on the lips. “Great choice.”

[dameronology]

love in an elevator (natasha romanoff)

summary: nothing will make you confront your ex like being trapped in a lift with her

warnings: language

eugh two natasha fics in a night?? no regrets. i love my wife. enjoy.

jazz xx

The key to a break up, you had come to learn, was distance.

Distance and space and time apart and whatever other bullshit it was that Vogue recommended every week. Maybe a glass of wine or two here and there, and a night out with your closest friends. You'd cycled through that process ten times over but getting distance from Natasha Romanoff felt near enough fucking impossible when she was quite literally everywhere. At work, in the office, at the Avengers HQ, in the streets. New York had become a thousand times smaller after your break-up.

Seeing her at work was unavoidable. After all, that was how you'd met. Natasha was easy enough to get on with back then; she was blunt and straight to the point but it was clear she cared deeply about the people she loved. You never imagined being one of them yourself, but when she'd asked you out after a few weeks of casual flirting and longing glances, it was hard to remember a time when you weren't. And not only were you somebody she loved, you were the person she loved most. The person she wanted to come home to everyday; the one she laid herself bare too and would have stopped at nothing to make you happy.

It had been a good year and a half. All smiles and a few rocky days here and there, but you never wanted to leave Natasha's side. She'd never pictured buying herself a ring for anyone, or even considering the idea of marriage, but the day she proposed had been the best of your life. Multiple promises had been made that day. I'll love you forever and I'm never taking this ring off.

Promises, as it was, were made to be broken.

Work got hard for both of you. Missions and long trips apart and your relationship basically becoming long distance. Each factor a tiny nail in your coffin but Natasha Romanoff would have been lying if she said she wasn't the one building said coffin and holding the fucking hammer. Because for every day she spent away from you was a day that she took a step back to her old ways. She became a closed off woman all over again, shutting you out and refusing to talk.

You'd have been a fool to let her treat you that way. Leaving was hard but like hell were you going to let her drag you down with her. She'd lost herself and now she'd lost you too.

Your break-up had been a wake up call. She'd gotten better - gone to therapy, started talking to people again, come back into herself. At that point she could have begged you to take her back, but what use was it? There was no promise that she wouldn't do the same again. The risk of hurting you was too high.

So, Natasha kept her distance and so did you - where you could, at least. Getting into an elevator with her wasn't ideal but you were running late for your meeting and hell, you couldn't wait any longer. That had been your main worry right then -standing next to your ex, wondering if you'd make it in on time- but as soon as the elevator shuddered to a halt and the lights went out, those worries seemed like a fucking vacation.

"Are you kidding me?" you huffed. "Tony Stark spends millions on this building but he cheaps out on the elevators?"

"Hey, it's fine," Natasha said - stoic as ever, but just as jittery as you. Not so much at the situation - it was hard to be worried about being stuck in a lift when you'd fought aliens - but rather at who she was with. "You just gotta press the emergency button-"

She stopped, watching as you began to punch the bright red button multiple times.

"Only once, though," Nat continued. "You don't want to break it."

"Jeez thanks, Natasha," you muttered. "Wisdomful, as always."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Well, you're not!" you snapped. "I'm running late for a meeting and I do not need this right now."

"This being stuck in a lift or this being stuck in a lift with me?"

You huffed. "Does it matter? I don't have time for this."

"We're literally stuck in an elevator," she shot back. "I'd argue you have all the time in the world."

"Fine," you muttered. "I don't like being stuck in elevators at the best of times but being stuck in one with my ex-girlfriend -my ex-fiance, even - is a little less desirable."

She gave you a smile. "There we go."

Natasha gracefully placed her bag down and took a seat on the floor of the elevator. She pulled a book out the front pocket and began to read, clearly not phased by the situation. You let out another loud sigh and threw your own briefcase to the ground, clumsily taking a seat beside her. Her green eyes flickered up from the pages, giving you another smile. This was so you. Making a scene, being over-dramatic at the slightest inconvenience. She'd been the reasonable one in your relationship.

Pulling out your phone, you began to violently type something.

"Who are you messaging?" she asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're about to crack your phone screen with how hard you're typing."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm messaging Tony to let him know what a dickhead he is."

"I don't think Tony's to blame-"

"- look, Natasha. My morning is ruined and I'm going to get so much shit from Fury for missing this meeting that I need to let it out, okay?" you cut her off. "Sometimes, it's just easier to have someone to blame."

"Do you blame me for our break-up?"

Your brows shot up, eyes widening. Okay, you hadn't expected that question. There hadn't been much conversation about your break-up. You'd just told Nat you were leaving and she hadn't argued. Even when you wanted her to - even when you were ready to beg and implore and beseech for her to want you to stay - you'd stayed quiet.

"W-what?" you stuttered. "No, of course not."

"Are you sure?"

"There are a lot of things in that situation that I'm not sure of but that isn't one of them," you insisted. "I don't blame you or me or anyone. I mean...yeah, you coulda tried harder but - why are we even talking about this?"

Natasha shrugged. "Like I said, we're stuck in a lift. Seems like a sign from the universe to ask this stuff."

"Right," you replied. "No, I don't blame you and no, I don't hate you and yes, I forgive you for anything you think I might be holding against you. Any more questions?"

"Do you miss me?" she quietly asked. "I miss you."

"All the time, Nat," you said. "Sorry I iced you out."

"You did what you had to," Natasha reasoned. "And quite honestly, I iced you out first, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

'I think...I think that losing you was the wake-up call I needed," she admitted. "For what it's worth, you're the reason I got better. The reason I am better."

You shrugged. "It's just what I do."

"Yeah, okay," Natasha laughed. "One more question -do you hate me for not calling you?"

"Yeah, a little," you said. "I guess some part of me always hoped that there was still a chance for us."

"Maybe there is."

You glanced over at her, eyebrows raised. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"Okay," you replied. "Dinner tomorrow night then?"

Natasha nodded, glancing back down at her book. "Yeah, sounds good."

[the-doomed-witch]

Y/N: Let’s play 20 questions!

Natasha: Sure

Y/N: Okay, you go first

Natasha: Um, what’s your favourite colour?

Y/N: Triangle. Do you like girls?

[caylusromanoff]

*popular tiktok song playing over and over*

Y/n: *starting at the phone with wide eyes and mouth slightly open"

Natasha: *huffing loudly* I swear to god Y/n if I come over there and that's a woman's arse I'll break that phone on your face!! *Storms over angry*

Y/n: *turns phone so she can see the video of perfectly layered cement*

Natasha: oohhhhh

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I’m the cool aunt; Yelena Belova x child reader

*Author’s note*

This took me a bit due to work and life schedule but I finally came around and decided to do this sweet little request for @zinziekusworld​ who wanted a Yelena Belova x child reader.  Now this is my first time writing for Yelena so I HOPE I did her justice cause really she’s like my FAV female heroine character next to Wanda and Natasha.

Not really any warnings what so ever except maybe a couple of swear words but really this is a FLUFFY FIC where Nat is ALIVE and she is HAPPY as is Yelena continuing saving the other Widows. Enjoy my lovelies until the next oneshot comes out. 

Taglist:

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@waddles03​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@austynparksandpizza​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

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Today was a special day.  According to mama, she told me that I would be meeting my Aunt for the first time today since she was here in Ohio and right now I was making a special card for her since this will be the first time meeting her.

“Whatcha doin (Y/n)?” asked my bestest friend in the whole world, Michelle.

“I’m making a card for my auntie. I’m going to be meeting her for the first time today.”

“Wow really, that’s great!” she exclaimed.

“Your aunt’s coming over?” asked my other bestest friend Cera asked.  “That’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her as I paused my coloring.

“Aunts are nothing but trouble.” She said.  “Whenever my aunt comes over, she always pinches and squeezes my cheeks so hard they’re end up red for a really long time.”

“She’s right. When my aunt comes over, I get covered in her old, nasty aunt spit when she kisses me.” Our other friend Tyler came over to say.

“I don’t think so guys. When my aunt comes over, she brings me presents from all the places she’s been to.” Michelle said.

“Well that’s only one cool aunt that I know of. I heard from Cory that his aunt only gives out mints and toothbrushes for Halloween.” Tyler said.

“And Shanice’s aunt only screams and yells. Trust me, she lives in my neighborhood and when he aunt comes over, everybody knows she’s there.” Cera said.

“Do—do you really think my aunt will be any of those things?”

“Trust me (Y/n), it’s better you don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, aunts are nothing but trouble.” Cera said before walking off with Tyler behind her.

“Don’t listen to her, sometimes Cera doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“But then sometimes she does. Remember when she told Derek not to climb up the fence above the batter’s box but he did it anyway.”

“Well Derek’s a jerk and doesn’t listen to anyone.”

“Yeah but remember he ended up screaming his head off and said that she was right. And he never admits to being wrong.”

“Still I wouldn’t let it bother you, I hope you and your aunt get to be good friends with each other. Just like me and my aunt.” She then ran off leaving me to my desk alone looking down at my card nervously.

I was now walking with the rest of the Blue walkers heading away from the school and to our crosswalk that would lead us to the library across the street where all the parents were waiting for us.

The crossing guard soon stepped forward and held up the stop sign as well as held out her hands to get the cards to stop and allow us to walk across the street.  I waved by to Michelle who was picked up by her older sister and I proceeded to walk the rest of the way home (mom made sure that our neighborhood was the safest one in the whole town. Yes she’s the neighborhood watch Captain in case you’re wondering).

It only took a few minutes from the library to arrive at my house. It’s like your basic house, 2 levels, a good backyard, a built-in playground and a good enough space to put up the pool during the summer time.  I punched in the code to unlock the door and I heard the click telling me it was correct then I opened the door.

“Mama I’m home from school!” I called out but there was no response.  I walked further into the house and called out again, “Mom?”

“She ran to the store to get some mac and cheese.” Quickly thinking I took off my shoe and tossed toward the voice but a hand caught it, and peeking out from behind her hand she sung out. “Hi.”

She was fairly young, younger than my mom, had blonde hair and wore a brown jacket, a yellow shirt and black jeans.  Rings decorated her fingers and she had greenish, blue eyes.

“Quick reflexes. Reminds me at that age.” She said as she tossed my shoe to the couch.  “Either she taught you how to do that or you’re just naturally gifted.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Yelena. I’m an old friend of you mom’s. Old, old friend. And before you make any old people’s joke, I’m not that old!” going by the Russian accent alone, maybe she was one of the former widows my mom helped save long before she adopted me.

“Were you one of the widows?” she looked down solemnly.

“I don’t do that anymore. But yes. We—we knew each other back then. Hell even longer than that you could say.” I looked her up and down and asked.

“How did you get into our house? It’s a secret lock only mom and I know.”

“I was a former widow, breaking into homes was kinda my specialty. Not proud of it but still it’s a skill set. And your mama is too predictable even when she thinks she isn’t.” Yelena said as she sat down at the dinner table, her feet crossed over one another and resting up against the table.

“And I’m supposed to just—believe you?”

“Good reflexes and smart. I like that you’re a good kid.” She said with a slight smile.  “Look you can choose to believe me or not the point is you’ll be needing someone to look after you till your mom comes back so—why not?”

“And when my mom does come back and sees you, will she just accept that?”

“Oh she’s definitely cool with that. Like I said, we practically grew up together. So kiddo, what would you like to do first? You into games? Cause I’ve been trying out that uhh—what do they call it uhh—Mario kart? Yeah, yeah and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Kate Bishop still hasn’t forgiven me for beating her when she played that dinosaur guy.”

“You mean Yoshi?”

“That’s its name? Yeesh terrible name for a dinosaur.”

“Yoshi’s a great character!”

“Well if you wish to prove me wrong, how about we play for it?” she said pulling out Super Mario kart.  I went over and turned on the Nintendo and then grabbed the two switches consoles and handed her the blue one.  “Give me the red one.” She said.

“But I always use the red one.”

“But I am the guest/babysitter so you have to do what I say, less I tattle-tale you to your mom.” I grumbled and handed her the red Nintendo switch console and she did a soft cheer while I got the blue one.  “Okay so you be that Yoshi lame dino and I’ll be the main guy Mario.”

“Fine with me. And we’ll do my favorite track, Ghost valley.”

“Ooo spooky. You sure you won’t get too scared?” she teased me.

“Will you?” she laughed.

“Smart, quick reflexes and sassy. I’m really liking you kid.” I started up the course and when the countdown began we both made our characters go as fast as they could.

Every twist and turn we made and trying to surpass the other, of course she had to cheat by first covering nudging my side and then tried to make me drop my switch, in the end Yelena won the first round.

“That’s not fair you cheated.”

“No, no it was the ghosts. We were in a haunted valley after all, you know ghosts can pop out of the screens and screw with you. Like this one movie I saw that I may show you.”

“I doubt it. My mom doesn’t allow me to watch scary movies, even though I saw JAWS like a hundred times.”

“The shark movie? Please that’s not scary.”

“It is if you don’t know what lurks in the ocean. Have you seen the way sharks blend with the water?”

“Okay I’ll give you that. But if it were up to me, I’d let you watch scary movies.”

“That’s—wait you’re diverting the conversation of the fact you cheated!”

“Okay so that was a lie, I did cheat. But why not make it two out of three?”

“How about we raise the stakes?” I challenged.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Well tonight is vegetable night, loser has to eat a double serving of broccoli and asparagus.”

“Eww oh what has your mother done to you? But you’re on kid!” we shook on it and restarted the race to which I won the second round and she won the third.

It was down to the wire with this last race.  Two more turns would decide who would win and who would have to suffer the defeat of double helpings of the disgusting broccoli and asparagus.

“I’m home! (Y/n)?”

“In here mom!” I exclaimed leaning further inward as I shoved Yelena’s leg.

“Hey you little stinker that’s cheating!”

“Like how you tickled me to win the last round!?” I mocked.

“What’s going on here?” I heard mom say.

“Can’t talk Natasha. One more turn and I beat the kid in ghost racing.” Yelena said.

“In your dreams, take this!” I knocked into Mario’s kart which gave me a lead start.

“You little—alright then if it’s dirty you want, it’s dirty you’ll get.” She then suddenly got a power boost and turned on the oil slick trying to get me to slow down and spin out of control.  Unfortunately for her I knew this trick (mom does it to me all the time) so I went up along the walls and sped forward.

“Ahh no way!” she exclaimed as I got in front of her.

“How long have you guys been playing this game?” mom asked us.

“I don’t know what time is it now?” Yelena asked.

“Yes I win!” I stood up and cheered as I was claimed the winner and Yoshi did his little victory dance.

“Noooo!!!!” Yelena cried out as she collapsed along the couch. I copied Yoshi’s dance before turning towards her.

“Told you Yoshi was the best!”

“Well I’m glad to see you’ve been bonding with your aunt while I was shopping.”

Wait what?  I looked at my mom in shock and she nodded.  I turned back to my babysitter who removed the pillow from her face and she once again sung.

“Hi~!”

“You’re my aunt?” I asked.

“Yep.” She said popping the p.

“Wait you didn’t tell her?” mom asked.

“She didn’t ask me if I was her aunt. Plus I thought you told her I was coming.”

“I did.” Mom exclaimed.

“So what did you just—never show a picture of me or something?”

“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on time out!” I said making the time out sign with my hands.  “If you’re my aunt, then—you’re really fun after all?”

“Who said I wasn’t fun?” she gawked offendedly.

“Well, one of my friends said that aunts are nothing but trouble and are boring, sometimes cranky or always screaming.” Yelena’s mouth dropped and she said.

“I never do anything like that. Plus I am not boring I’m way to talented than that. Did we not just have fun playing the Mario kart game just now?”

“Yeah. But you still lost so that does make you slow.” I laughed.

“Oh yeah?” she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her lap as she proceeded to tickle me.  I shrieked and laughed as she taunted me. “Am I slow still? Huh?”

“Stohahap! STOP IHIHIHIHT!!!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you, I think my old ears might be in the fritz.”

“Alright Yelena that’s enough let her breathe.” My aunt stopped tickling me.

“Not only a poser but you’re a party pooper as well.” She muttered to my mom.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She said louder before looking down at me and winked which made me giggle softly.  “I’m the fun aunt. And that’s what I want to be for you kid. What do you say?”

“I say my bestest friend Michelle was right. Aunts can be fun.”

“Of course, I’m fun, cool, and a total badass.”

“Please don’t swear in front of her Yelena. I’m trying to not teach her bad habits.” Mom said as she began to unpack some of the groceries.

“More like trying to not get me to swear so that uncle Steve doesn’t faint again.” I whispered to her which made her laugh.

“So are any of you gonna help me unpack the groceries or do I have to do everything myself?” mom asked.  I bounced off the couch and trotted over to help her put away some of the lighter stuff while aunt Yelena said she would ‘supervise’ (which basically meant taking a soda and drinking it while mom and I did all the work).

When dinner came around the corner (as promised) I gave my aunt Yelena my broccoli and asparagus to which she whined.

“I thought kids were supposed to forget about bets like that?”

“Not this kid. Now eat up aunt Yelena, it’s good for you mom says so, don’t you mom?”

“Yes indeed. As did our adoptive parents, come on Yelena, you got out of it when you were a kid but you’re not getting out of eating your veggies now.” Mom taunted her.

“Suka.” Yelena muttered under her breath.

“Language.”

“Hey mom can you pass the hot sauce?” I asked.  She reached over for the hot sauce and handed it to me.

“You do hot sauce with your mac and cheese too?” aunt Yelena asked me.

“Oh yeah, I love hot sauce.”

“Respect kid.” She held out her fist and I gave her a fist bump back.  “Maybe I should take you with me and raise you as my daughter. We got like sooo much in common.”

“Like I’d let that happen.” Mom piped in.

“Kidding. You know I wouldn’t do that to you Natasha.” She said before hiding her lips but mouthed off to me before lightly gesturing. ‘You and me, out by morning.’ She gave me another wink before she went back to her broccoli.  “In fact kid give me the hot sauce now, feels like the only thing that can help with this torture. And I’ve been through a lot of torture.”

“No need to scar my daughter for life about your missions and assignments.”

“I don’t know, maybe might have an exciting story to tell her of the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met. What do you say kiddo?”

“I’d like to hear about it. Michelle’s aunt tells her about her trips around the world.”

“Fine but I’m gonna be monitoring the rating of these stories.” Mom said.

“Mom! I’m not 3 years old anymore!” I complained.

“Doesn’t matter how old you get, you’ll always be my little girl. And if I don’t want you exposed to certain things until you’re a certain age, then that’s one of your house rules.”

“Lighten up Natasha, I promise I’ll keep it G rated.” She gave me another wink telling me she’d fill me in on more details after bedtime.

It’s official, I have the coolest aunt in the world and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

[steinfellds]

Play For One Stream

Pairing: Streamer!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda tries to teach you how to play Stardew Valley for the first time on stream.

1K Words

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were sitting in Wanda's lap. Your back to her front with your feet crisscrossed and propped up on her desk. Wanda had one of her arms wrapped your stomach while the other hand was on her mouse, setting her stream up.

"Why do they even want to watch me play? I suck." You asked curiously, dusting a bit of fluff off Wanda's pants.

"That's the point, Y/n." She laughed, whining when you hit her with a scoff.

"I better get some money out of this stream then. I'm being the main source of entertainment."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous, detka." You already got half of Wanda and Natasha's money from streaming because of your shared bank account with them.

You laughed, giving Wanda a quick kiss on her cheek, "Thanks, love,"

10 minutes later, Wanda started her stream. Immediately her fans began pouring in, and to be exact, over 699 people had joined in the first 5 minutes.

You sat shyly on her lap with now both of Wanda's arms wrapped around you. She had her head leaning on your shoulder so she could read her chat.

PenutButter19281: Damn, is the pretty girl on your lap single? What's her Insta.

You watched the way Wanda's facial features turned into a slight scowl. Wanda's hands quickly left your waist as she type out the ban command and banned PenutButter19281.

You suppressed a smile. You and Natasha would definitely tease her about how possessive she was over you later.

CaptainMarvel: Wands, reply to my fucking dm.

Wanda and Carol had been friends for 2 years now. They met at a comic con and clicked instantly. Carol streams as well but she's less consistent with her streams than Wanda.

Wanda laughed when she read Carol's message out loud. She had purposely been ignoring Carol, only reacting to her messages with the shit emoji. She loved riling Carol up for her own entertainment.

"Buy me that gun skin and I will."

CaptainMarvel: Fuck you, bitch.

Wanda grinned, blowing a kiss towards her camera.

She and Carol bought each other gun skins all the time. Half the time, they would log onto each other's account and just buy a skin without even asking for permission.

2 minutes after Carol's message, Wanda got an email saying the skin had been bought. Yet, she still didn't respond to Carol's message and instead started to start the stream fully.

"Okay, chat, so you've all been begging for Y/n to stream with me and I've finally decided that I'll have her play Stardew Valley." The Stardew Valley's menu screen popped on the screen. You thought the menu screen was cute.

Wanda clicked on load game and loaded up your world. She had already created your avatar prior to stream setting up. She knew you would take way too long with how indecisive you were. She thought it would be cute to make your avatar look like you so she did.

You kept looking over at Wanda's chat, you were curious on what they were saying.

BunnyCarrots: omg i love this game ur gonna have so much fun y/n!

Username8274: What's the bet Y/n is going to surprise Wanda with how good she is at video games.

RainbowSheep: Nah whats the bet y/n wont even know what keys to use to move

That last message wasn't entirely wrong.

You jumped slightly when Wanda grabbed your fingers, placing them on the right keys. She briefly explained how to play the game.

"So I can marry a woman in this game?" You asked excitedly, using your axe to chop down trees around your house.

Wanda laughed, "Is that the only thing you took out of my tutorial?"

Wanda's chat blew up with 'LMAO' and 'HAHAHA'.

"I'm gay, what do you expect?"

Wanda pouted and made fake tears pool in her eyes, "You would cheat on Natasha and me with pixels?" She made her voice sound broken and soft.

You smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Obviously."

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock, she didn't expect that answer from you.

"Bitch." She muttered softly, jabbing her fingers into your stomach causing you to let out a high-pitched squeal.

After you planted all your seeds and watered them, you walked into the town.

Wanda took her time showing you all the villagers and explaining which ones you could marry. The villager, Haley, caught your attention immediately.

"I wanna marry Haley." You decided, running around her in circles.

Wanda raised a brow, "But she's mean."

You shrugged with a grin, "It's okay, being mean is hot sometimes."

Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."

You were seconds away from sleeping for the night and getting your first save but Wanda's PC switched off abruptly, making you lose the progress you had just made. The apartment lights turned off as well, leaving you and Wanda in a pitch-dark room.

"What happened?" You asked, slightly worried this was somehow your fault.

"No idea, baby." You felt Wanda shrug "Nat?!"

"There's a storm coming that knocked the power out!" Natasha called from the living room.

Both of you made a sound of understanding.

Wanda smacked your thighs lightly, "Get up, let's go watch a movie with Nat on her computer."

You stood up and let out a loud groan, "How can you guys play video games for this long without getting sore?" You asked, stretching your limbs out.

"Skill."

Wanda sprinted into the living room and jumped on top of Natasha. Wanda let out a demonic giggle when Natasha started to whine about how she lost the peaceful mood she was in.

You calmly sat down next to Natasha and rested your head on her shoulder.

Natasha grabbed onto your hips and dragged you onto her lap. She kissed your forehead with a smile. You loved whenever you got forehead kisses from her.

"Good stream?"

You wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your head into her shoulder, "Yeah, next time you should let me stream with the both of you.."

"We definitely should."

You grinned in excitement. Streaming with Wanda was fun but with both of your girls,' it would be even more fun and chaotic.

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[natsfirecat]

To The Edge Of The Universe

summary: after losing her love, natasha is desperate to get r back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: death, angst, swearing, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N: i am SORRY for this! i was thinking about pain, and seeing MoM in a few days so i thought of this! anyways hope you enjoy besties! :D

It all happened so fast. Peter could hardly even realize what was happening. He was only able to register it when you fell in front of him and hit the ground hard.

He shot a few times as his heartbeat quickened; why weren't you getting up?

He bent down next to you, dropping to his knees.

"Y/N, get up!"

Nothing.

"Y/N they're gone, you can get up!"

Still, nothing.

He put his arms on your shoulders, pressing down. He couldn't hear your heartbeat, but then again, it was still loud and there were a lot of overlapping noises.

"Y/N...."

He grabbed your wrist, feeling for your pulse. Nothing.

"No, no, no," he muttered.

"What's happening?" Wanda asked through the coms.

"It's Y/N," he replied, moving to your other wrist in the hopes of finding a pulse there.

It wasn't long before Wanda got to his side. She bent down, scanning your body, looking for any traces of life.

"No..." she whispered. "She's gone..."

At that moment, Peter squeaked out the sob he had been holding in. You couldn't be gone! You rarely ever got hurt on missions as it was.

Wanda gave him a sympathetic glance, feeling her own stomach twist and turn as she could no longer feel her best friend.

You were like a sister to Peter. He closed his eyes as he squeezed his hand around yours. His sister was gone...

Wanda blinked out a few tears. Her heart shattered all over again at your limp state. Everywhere she went, death followed.

The three of you were the only people on this mission. As the youngest members of the Avengers, Steve thought it would be a good idea to give you all one mission together to prove yourselves.

Your girlfriend, Natasha, was hesitant about it. But you seemed the most excited, so she eventually agreed to it.

And now, your two best friends would have to tell her that the love of her life didn't make it.

-

Natasha could tell something was off when you didn't come running to her after she got the notification that the mission had been completed.

So, she decided to wait outside of Fury's office during the mission debrief. She anxiously fiddled with her fingers, squeezing her wrists to control her breathing. She paced back and forth a bit, keeping her gaze on the door.

It felt like hours had gone by when it finally opened.

She perked up, only to feel her heart dropped when she saw Peter and Wanda standing there without you.

"Where's Y/N?" She asked quickly.

Their eyes were red with bags under them. They looked at each other with an empty expression.

Before either of them could say anything, Fury called Natasha in.

If she was anxious before, she was fucking terrified now.

"Nick... are you gonna explain to me what's going on?"

"Natasha, you may want to sit down for this."

"No! I want you to tell me where my girlfriend is!"

He took a deep breath in, looking everywhere but Natasha. He felt a lump forming in the back of his throat, but didn't show it.

"The mission had an unexpected problem we weren't able to foresee, the three of them tried their best..."

She tuned out most of his words as she picked up on the tone he was using. The one thing she heard loud and clear was,"Y/N is gone..."

Those words echoed in her head over and over.

By the time he finished speaking, she felt numb. He gave her a sympathetic look, and began writing something down.

But she said nothing. Instead, she stumbled out of the room.

All the numbness in her body left that instant. Natasha held her hand over her stomach as she ran to the nearest bathroom and hunched over the toilet.

You couldn't be gone. You weren't gone, you were just lost.

You couldn't die. There must've been a mistake. You weren't gone!

Soon enough, the sounds of vomiting turned into screaming and yelling. The entire team gathered outside the locked door as Natasha broke down.

She tugged at the towel rack, pulling it down to bury her face in as she let out a long scream.

You were gone.

When she stood up and saw herself in the mirror, tears streaming down her face, she let out a mix between another scream and a sob.

Natasha put her hands up to her face as she thought she was about to get sick again.

The woman she loved was gone.

When she opened her eyes again, her blood was boiling.

You should've never gone on that mission. And now you were dead because of it.

This time when she yelled, she also swung her fist at the mirror.

When the team heard the sound of glass shattering, Steve broke down the door. It was a scary sight to see, to say the least.

"Nat... I'm so sorry," Steve began.

"YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE SENT HER ON THAT MISSION!"

"Natasha I-"

Steve was cut off by Natasha smacking him across the face.

Everyone else seemed to stunned to say anything. Tony looked at Steve, who simply held up a hand.

He looked back at Natasha, only to be met with another hit.

Sure, he was a super soldier, but even Natasha could still hurt him when she was angry.

Still, he didn't fight back. He stood there in silence as Natasha began punching and swinging away.

Eventually, it got to the point to where Clint had to step in. He stood behind his best friend, grabbing her wrists to stop her from hitting Steve again.

"Natasha, that's enough," he spoke calmly.

She choked out another sob before falling against him. But her harsh glares never left Steve.

"You're dead to me,"

Their silence was louder than any other words could have been. Clint kept his arms around her tightly, slowly leading her away from the others and back to her own room.

When they got there, he refused to leave her alone.

That night was the first of many Natasha spent screaming and sobbing into his arms.

-

"Detka, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked.

"I'm sure! Now that I have these powers, I should learn how to help people! Plus, it'll give us more time to see each other!"

She chuckled, bringing you in close for a quick kiss.

You had been dating the Avenger for two years. Recently, you had been exposed to an accident that gave you new powers and abilities.

You already knew the Avengers pretty well, so Peter was the first one to suggest you join the team now that you had powers.

Natasha was a bit hesitant about the idea, but you were pretty enthusiastic about it.

So, an agreement was made for you to get training and see how things would unfold from there.

You had spent many nights in her room at the compound, but this time was different.

As she held your hand the entire way there, you knew it was about to be your room too.

So when you pressed your lips against hers again, you were filled with overflowing joy. And despite her worries and concerns, so was she.

-

And now, she sat in the bed she had shared with you for so long. The pillow still smelled like you, so she held onto it as tight as she could.

Two weeks had passed since your death.

Natasha hadn't left her room once. Clint came in a few times a day to bring her food and water, and make sure she was eating. He'd also sit with her for a few hours.

She didn't say much, but she'd lean against him as he held her. He'd update her on the other members of the team (minus Steve) as an attempt to fill the silent void.

Of course, she wasn't paying attention to anything he said. She registered that he was talking, then stared off into the corner of the room.

She looked at one of the pictures on the wall of the two of you.

It was on your one year anniversary; a picnic at the beach. You took the picture unexpectedly, holding up a peace sign while Natasha stared at you with all the love in the world.

For awhile, she didn't like the picture as she looked way too lovesick for anyone else to see. But after a bit of begging, she finally agreed to let you turn it into a print.

She was still embarrassed about the way she looked, but your smile when you hung it up made it all worth it.

What she wouldn't give to be back on that beach with you.

-

Two nights later, and Natasha was breaking even worse than before. She knew the rational thing to do would be to call Clint.

The irrational thing however, was much more tempting.

So without a second thought, she got dressed and prepared to leave her room for the first time. Of course, she didn't care about making herself look presentable. So she left her room and got in her car wearing one of your old T-shirts and sweatpants. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, strands flying everywhere that she couldn't be bothered to fix.

No one else was awake, so it was easy enough for her to sneak out without causing suspicion.

It would be an understatement to say that she was driving recklessly. Natasha didn't care if she got in a wreck or anything like that, it wasn't like she had a reason to avoid injuries anymore.

Despite almost causing three accidents, she managed to get there in one piece.

Now, Natasha stood at the doorstep of the only chance at getting her love back.

It was time to pay a visit to Stephen Strange.

-

"Natasha, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He greeted her.

"Hi," she replied, looking around. "I was wondering if I could ask you a few magic related questions?"

"Of course! Right this way!"

Her breathing evened out as he led her to the library. She had been in here once before, and that was with you. When you got your powers, you were determined to learn about them as much as you can, so you went to Strange.

"Alright, do you have anything specific you're looking for?" He asked.

"Yes actually... I was wondering if you could tell me about necromancy..."

He tilted his head to the side.

"Why do you want to learn about necromancy?"

"Wanda mentioned something about it, so I said I'd help her research,"

Strange sighed, holding his hand to his forehead.

"Natasha, we both know that's not true. I heard about Y/N, and I'm truly sorry for your loss, but I cannot bring her back,"

Now, Natasha's nerves turned to rage.

"You have abilities most of us can't even dream of!" She yelled. "You claim to be a hero, and yet you're just going to do nothing?"

"Natasha, I-"

"No! Y/N was still learning how to fight and use her powers. If she was able to go on missions at her full potential, I can't even begin to think about the amount of lives she would've saved! And if you're not gonna bring her back, then those lives can't be saved either! And then their blood, along with hers... will be on your hands!"

Before she could say anything else, Natasha began breaking down again. She held onto a chair for support, leaning against it as she sobbed.

Strange sighed, seeing the true affect your death had on her.

"I can't bring her back," he said again. "In this universe, her fate was to die that night, and there's nothing I can do to change that. But... there are ways to set up a portal of communication to give you some closure,"

She nodded, facing away from him as tears continued streaming down her face.

"You'll find those spells in Section C. Once you find something that fits what you can think of, bring it to me,"

He quickly left, wanting to give the poor woman as much privacy as he could.

Natasha immediately stopped crying once she heard the door close. She thought about what he said.

In this universe, her fate was to die that night.

This universe.

So, all she had to do was find her way to a universe where you didn't die that night.

-

The first thing she had to do was find the section of the library with books about this. She knew Strange would never approve, so she didn't dare ask him for help.

Luckily, she seemed to find her way around pretty well. There was an entire section on the multiverse, but only one book on traveling the multiverse.

Natasha double-checked that the library was empty before she opened it. Once she did that, the redhead quickly flipped through the table of contents.

It was possible, but incredibly dangerous.

She sighed; first, she'd need Strange's Sling Ring. Then, she'd need Wanda's help.

-

The ring wasn't much of a problem. Natasha had years of experience with stuff like this.

So as she left, she caused a distraction so she'd be able to slip his ring. If she was lucky, she'd have enough time to talk with Wanda before he noticed.

Of course, she kept a tight grip on it until she got back to the car. She made sure to leave in a hurry, not wanting to get caught.

By the time Natasha made it back, the sun was just starting to rise, so the others were just starting to get up.

As soon as she parked, she bolted for Wanda's room, still holding the ring tight.

Luckily for her, the other redhead hadn't come out of her room yet. So, Natasha impatiently knocked on her door until she opened it.

"Natasha, what are you doing?" Wanda asked as soon as she saw who was standing outside her door.

"I need your help..." she said under her breath.

Wanda didn't invite her inside, but Natasha barged her way past her anyway.

"What's going on, Natasha?" She asked.

She took a deep breath in before pulling the ring out.

"I need someone with magic to help me get to Y/N,"

"Did you steal that? And what are you even talking about? I can't bring her back to life!"

"I know that! I just need to use it to get to another universe... where she's still alive."

"That sounds dangerous, Nat-"

Natasha cut her off by grabbing her wrists.

"You were with her, when it happened, right?" She asked, looking her in the eye as tears began to form.

"I didn't see her die... Peter was with her the whole time. But I came over as soon as I heard something was wrong,"

"That doesn't change the fact that her final moments were spent with the two of you," Natasha replied, letting a few more tears fall. "Meanwhile, I didn't even get to say goodbye to the love of my life,"

"I miss her too," Wanda muttered. "She was my best friend,"

"Then help me, please, Wanda,"

She looked away for a moment, considering her options. It could be dangerous.

But at the same time, Natasha had been miserable for the past few weeks. If there was anything she could do to help, then she should do it, right?

"What do I need to do?"

-

They prepared for it all day. As soon as the sun set, Wanda would hold the ring in one hand and Natasha's hand in the other. That way, Natasha could see and feel the magic coursing through her.

They'd both think about you being alive and happy. Then, a portal should open to a universe where that happened.

They rehearsed the exact spell over and over, practicing for what would happen when the portal opened. Of course, Wanda tried to ask where Natasha got this, but she would always change the subject.

So now, they stood on the roof as the sun was slowly sinking off in the distance.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Wanda asked.

"I'm sure," Natasha replied.

She nodded, then took the older woman's hand.

Wanda held the ring out in front of her as she muttered the same phrase that had been in her head all day. Soon, the air began splitting open in front of them. It was working!

Natasha squeezed her hand in desperation, knowing it wouldn't be long before she saw you again.

Just as the portal was getting bigger, a familiar voice boomed from behind them.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Wanda yelped at the sound of Strange. She let go of Natasha's hand, dropping the ring.

"No!"

Natasha wasn't going to lose her only chance at getting back to you.

So, she ran forward and jumped through the closing hole. She closed her eyes as she jumped, not caring what would happen.

Either she'd be hurt, or she'd see you again. Both of those options sounded just fine to Natasha.

-

When she opened her eyes again, she was on a beach. She blinked a few times, taking in herself and her surroundings.

Natasha looked down, feeling pain shooting through her arm. Her wrist was burned, leaving a stinging sensation.

"Ow..." she muttered.

Just as she was about to get up, a voice from behind made her whip around.

"Oh good, you're awake!"

It was you. It was actually you. The love of her life was standing right there, perfectly happy and alive.

Before either of you knew what was happening, Natasha got up and dashed towards you faster than ever before. When she reached you, she had been running so fast that you both fell over.

"Oh!" You yelled in surprise as you hit the sand.

She was hugging you so hard, it was beginning to hurt.

"Uh..." you weren't quite sure what to say or do, and she wasn't moving.

It wasn't long before your shirt became wet with her tears. She was finally with you again.

"Are you okay?" You asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," she replied as she choked out a sob. "I'm okay now that I'm with you again,"

You tilted your head to the side.

"Wait what? What do you mean 'again'?"

Instantly, Natasha's face dropped.

"You don't know me?"

"I'm sorry..." you replied. "Should I?"

She let out a mix between a laugh and a sob.

"I spent so much time trying to leave, that I didn't specify the universe enough,"

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that! I can talk to Thor and maybe we could figure out a way to help you?"

"Thor's here? What about the other Avengers?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what an Avenger is,"

Okay, so the Avengers didn't exist here. Except for Thor, apparently.

Natasha let out a frustrated sigh; she couldn't go back, or else she'd never get another opportunity to get back to you. Even if you weren't the same.

Before she could say anything else, she recognized the familiar blonde walking along the beach. Beside him, was a shark with legs wearing a collar with the name Jeff.

He greeted the two of you with a smile before bending down to pick you up. He wrapped his arms around you before gently pulling you in for a soft kiss.

"Who's this, love?"

"This is... actually I'm not sure who this is."

Natasha felt her stomach twist. You were dating Thor here...

"Natasha Romanoff," she introduced herself, holding her tongue to the roof of her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

"Yeah, this is Natasha Romanoff! She was traveling universes apparently! I was thinking maybe we could help her?"

Natasha quickly cut you off by shaking her head.

"No, it's okay. There's no way for me to get to my desired location, and I cannot go back. It's fine... I'll be here,"

"Alrighty!" you replied. "Well, you've already got two friends then!"

Natasha nodded. Friends...

As you leaned into Thor's side and stared at him the same way you stared at her, she thought she was going to be sick.

But if Strange wasn't here, and neither was Wanda, it wasn't like she could actually get to another universe or even get home.

Suddenly, Thor picked you up and threw you onto his shoulders.

"We'll be back in a bit!" You told her, giggling.

Soon enough, the two of you ran off along the beach.

Natasha blinked the tears away as she watched. She just wanted to have you back. And now, she was stuck in a world where you didn't know or love her.

Her stomach twisted even more as she watched you and Thor in the distance.

Maybe not all was lost though; who knows? Maybe you liked girls here too.

Either way, Natasha had gone to the edge of the universe to find her love. Literally and figuratively. At least you were here, even if you were in love with someone else.

Even if her heart was crushed, that was a start to all she needed.

-

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[mushrubes]

Don’t ever let go

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt  65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.” + 78.  “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.”

Pairing : natasha Romanoff x (they/them) reader

Type : angst

Word count : 496

You’re so loved !! <3

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“I’m on my way, thank you Clint.” Y/n said, hanging up on the phone and grabbing their shoes. “What happened?” Bucky asked, looking at them in concern as he saw their speed. “Nat is in the hospital, badly injured from the mission.” they informed him, Bucky nodding before looking at them confused. “Why are you going? Why did she ask for you, didn’t she end things with you?” he asked, Y/n sighing and nodding, tying their shoe lace up and standing up. “Yes, but I still love her.” they bluntly responded, Bucky pulling them into a hug. They said their goodbyes before they left and made their way to the hospital. They jogged over to Clint, seeing him outside of what they supposed was the hospital room Natasha was in. “She’s in there, thank you for coming.” he said, Y/n assuring it was fine.

“Why did you call?” Y/n asked, sitting into the chair that was next to the bed. Natasha grunted as she sat up. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.” She coughed out, her face scrunching as she was in pain. Y/n frowned and moved forward, holding her hand and their thumb brushing up and down. “How bad is it?” they asked, not wanting to know the answer as it was evident. She was struggling to breathe occasionally, tubes around, her heartbeat not stable - but they couldn’t bear to hear the words. They had gathered that the rest of the group had already heard the news, letting them have privacy with Nat for what could be her final moments. They silently prayed that she would make it through, and they could make up and everything would be back to normal but the chances of that was very, very low. 

“They said...it’s severe. I couldn’t go without knowing...I had...” she said coughing, visibly more in pain. Y/n sat next to her, rubbing their backs. “I hadn’t made up...or said something else to you.” she finished, Y/n pulling them into their side. “Nat, stop talking. I forgave you ages ago, don’t waste your breath on me. We need you to get through this.” they instructed, missing the look that she gave them, knowing the likeliness of her getting through this was basically impossible. “Hold me. Don’t let go, please.” Nat whispered, Y/n complying and laying down next to her, holding her carefully and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. They felt her breathing slow down, fear filling them. “I love you...” she mumbled, Y/n nodding and pressing more kisses to her head. “I know, I love you too...” they said, heart dropping as they saw her eyes shut and breathing come to a stop. “Clint! We need a doctor!” Y/n shouted, Clint rushing in and face dropping. “Nat! Nat! Please, please, please!” they cried, Clint trying to pull them away as she flatlined, Doctors rushing in and trying to push them out.

“I’m sorry, Y/n/n. I’m so sorry, she’s gone.”

[just-aake]

Detecting Love

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A person with the power to detect lies meets the spy who has been trained to lie her entire life.

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Words: 6169

You have the power to detect lies. 

Now, it’s not exactly strong enough to be a hero, but you can honestly say that it has been useful in your life. 

Sure, it gets annoying at times, but one of the many lessons you’ve learned is to ignore minor instances of dishonesty — white lies or small things like that — since it helps reduce unnecessary confusion or chaos with others.

People lie. That is an undeniable fact of life.

And while one may believe that being able to detect such things is great, the truth is there are times when you find yourself resenting your power. 

Because, of course, everyone experiences moments when they wish that someone important to them isn't lying.

Like when your fiancée tells you she loves you.

There wasn’t really a malicious reason behind why a usually affectionate statement suddenly became so hurtful.

There was no cheating.

There was no fighting.

It was just another one of the many lessons you’ve learned in life.

That sometimes…a truth can also become a lie.

It’s just unfortunate that this lesson happened to you in such a way.

These kinds of moments make you wonder if maybe it’s better that people shouldn’t always know when someone is lying to them.

Then they don’t end up alone, drinking at a bar late into the night, trying to numb the pain of a broken heart.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the pair of rings resting on the bar top, remembering the conversation that ended with one of them being returned to you. 

It was a heart-wrenching discussion where your fiancée confessed her steadily changed feelings for you, leading to the resolution to remain friends. 

And while neither of you is completely at fault for why things ended, you can’t help but blame your stupid power for putting you in the situation in the first place. 

You sigh heavily once more before swiftly downing the glass the bartender had set in front of you.

At least your current attempt to drown your sorrow is going well, judging by how the rings start to blur in your vision.

With a sad sigh, you reach for the rings to put them away, but in your clumsy state, one slips from your grasp and tumbles to the floor.

Just as you move to retrieve it, a hand beats you to it. 

Looking up, you find a red-haired stranger standing before you, offering the ring to you with a charming smile.

She looks familiar but the drunken haze in your brain makes it hard for you to remember where you’ve seen her before.

“Here, you dropped this,” she says, her voice low and smooth.

She’s beautiful and her voice sounds perfect. You think to yourself as you take the ring from her.

She chuckles lightly, “Thanks.”

Oh, did you say that out loud? You must be more drunk than you thought.

The woman offers her hand to you in greeting, and with a confident smirk, she introduces herself.

“My name’s Natalie. Natalie Rushman.”

Immediately, a red aura surrounds her, causing you to roll your eyes and return your attention back to the bar. 

“Liar,” you mutter tiredly as you gesture to the bartender to close your tab, not really in the mood to deal with any more lies tonight.

At the corner of your eyes, you see the stranger give you a slightly impressed look.

Ready to leave, you stand up quickly from your seat.

However, the action makes the room suddenly spin in your vision, causing you to stagger backward. 

A hand steadies you, resting gently on your back, and you unconsciously lean back against her surprisingly strong frame for support.

There’s a soft chuckle near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let me try again,” she whispers smoothly, guiding you upright and turning you around to face her.

Offering her hand once more, she reintroduces herself.

“My name’s Natasha Romanoff. I’m here to recruit you to work for the Avengers.”

You blink slowly, trying to comprehend her words through your drunken haze. You wonder if the alcohol is affecting you more than you thought when no red aura appears this time at her words.

Chuckling to yourself, you shake your head in disbelief, unfortunately worsening the pounding in your skull. 

Work for the Avengers? That has to be a lie.

Before you can think about it any further, you feel yourself falling once more, unable to remain upright.

Strong arms catch you, and as your consciousness fades, you see a blurry glimpse of her striking green eyes before succumbing to darkness.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

You wake to the pounding in your head and the bright sunlight streaming through your window. Turning away, you groan into your pillow, remembering that your fiancée – your ex-fiancée – would typically close the curtains before leaving for work.

Now that she’s gone, you’re going to have to adjust to living alone once again.

A cup being placed on the nightstand startles you into sitting up, as you turn in surprise to find the beautiful red-haired stranger beside your bed.

“For your headache,” she explains, placing some medicine next to the cup.

Your mouth hangs open as you struggle to remember the events of last night, some of which are honestly a blur. 

You examine yourself, checking your clothes and finding them unchanged from the previous night, and then you scan your surroundings again and realize in relief that nothing was out of place.

Well, except for the presence of this stranger in your home, who’s patiently waiting for you to gather yourself.

Searching through your drunken memories, you think you vaguely remember meeting her last night. She had mentioned her name was — Nata…? 

“Natalie?” you ask with uncertainty.

At her raised brow, you quickly apologize, feeling bad for not remembering correctly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember, but did we…did something happen between us last night?” you ask hesitantly.

Her face twists in genuine sadness and disappointment, causing a panic to run through you as you struggle to recall what could’ve possibly happened between the two of you for her to have such an expression.

“I’m hurt,” she finally says, placing a hand on her chest, “And after you even said that it was the best night of your life.”

Seeing the familiar red aura appear around her at her words, you let out a brief sigh of relief before realization sets in, and you give her a hard glare.

“You’re lying.”

Her hurt expression quickly morphs into an impressed look, and you are slightly startled at how effortlessly she was able to shift her emotions. 

The woman straightens her posture and crosses her arms, adopting a commanding stance that seems more likely her typical demeanor.

“So it’s not just luck,” she remarks, studying you curiously. 

At her words, you quickly rise from your bed in confusion.

However, the action causes you to wince in pain at the pounding in your head. 

Shutting your eyes tightly, you hold your head in comfort and lean lightly on the nightstand for support. 

As you do, your hand brushes against yesterday’s newspaper that you had been reading moments before your ex said those fateful three words that led to the heartbreaking conversation between the two of you. 

When the pain subsides, you slowly open your eyes, catching a glimpse of the front page before doing a double take.

The front features an article about the opening of the new Avenger Compound, including a photo capturing the Avenger members posed in front of the completed building. 

What catches you off guard is the uncanny resemblance between one of the Avengers in the picture and the woman standing before you.

Pointing at her in disbelief, you stammer.

“You’re…,” then, gesturing at the newspaper, you continue, “…her?”

She doesn’t respond to your question but instead nods toward your other room, inviting you to follow.

“Let’s talk,” she says, heading toward your door, then gestures at the medicine on your nightstand. “But drink those first.”

After freshening up in your bathroom, you take a moment to stare at your reflection in the mirror, noticing the remnants of last night’s tears in your slightly puffy, red eyes. 

Sighing, you brush away the depressing thoughts of your failed relationship before taking the medicine and exiting your room.

You are greeted by the sight of your unexpected guest comfortably seated at your kitchen counter, flipping through a magazine with casual disinterest.

“You’re Black Widow,” you say confidently this time, positioning yourself on the opposite side of her.

She closes the magazine with a snap, placing it on the table before clasping her hands atop of it and meeting your gaze.

“It’s actually Natasha,” she corrects you, before nodding at you. “And you’re Y/n L/n.”

“How did you…?”

She holds up a wedding invitation draft, displaying you and your fiancée’s names printed in fine lettering. 

Realizing that she must have been snooping around your things, you give her a disapproving glare, snatching the card from her hand and hastily stuffing it into a drawer.

Feeling a mixture of emotions—irritated, sad, hungover—you turn to the fridge, deciding to make breakfast to give yourself some focus. 

After you retrieve the eggs and other ingredients, you heat the stove before glancing at Natasha briefly, asking, “So, what does an Avenger want from me?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see her resting her head against her hand, watching you with interest.

“I told you yesterday,” she replies.

You roll your eyes, giving her a deadpan look, knowing she’s aware that you don’t remember.

“Remind me again.”

Natasha gives you an amused smirk, straightening up in her seat. 

“Alright, I’m here to recruit you, more specifically for a sort of managerial position at the new Avenger Compound.”

Furrowing your brows, you question, “Why me? I don't have experience with that sort of thing.”

“But you can tell when someone is lying, can’t you?”

Pausing briefly in your cooking, you contemplate her words and its possible implications. Not many people know about your ability, and you don’t think you did anything to reveal it to the spy who’s currently staring expectantly at you.

So, in response, you shrug, replying as casually as possible. 

“I guess you could say I’m good at reading people…psychology degree and all.”

A silence ensues, broken only by the sizzling of your cooking, until Natasha finally nods, seemingly accepting your explanation.

You breathe a silent sigh of relief, returning your attention to your current task.

But then she pulls out a folder filled with documents and places it on the counter, causing your nerves to rise again.

“Well, you’ve helped solve hundreds of cases with your interviews of the suspects,” she remarks casually, flipping through the folder before glancing up at you through her lashes. 

“100% accuracy rate in the information that you provided to the detectives,” she continues, nodding at you in acknowledgment. “For a part-time profiler, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks,” you respond with a polite smile, but beneath the surface, a hint of suspicion creeps in as you begin plating the meal you made.

Natasha closes the folder with a definitive snap, making you look at her. 

“You could say it’s almost impossible,” she muses, before a confident smirk forms on her face, and she tilts her head at you with a raised brow in challenge. 

“Unless there’s some way you can guarantee that they’re telling the truth.”

Honestly, you should’ve known better than to think that the experienced spy hadn’t already completed thorough research and investigations into you and your powers before meeting with you.

If anything, this was likely just a test for her to confirm what she already knows about your abilities.

Sliding a plate across the counter to Natasha with a pointed glare, you relent, deciding there’s no point in denying it anymore.

“Fine, what do you know?” 

Instead of responding, Natasha’s gaze lingers on the plate before her, a hint of confusion in her expression. 

Her plate holds a fluffy omelette accompanied by a side of crispy bacon and a slice of golden-brown toasted bread.

As she glances back up at you with a questioning look in her eyes, you take a seat across from her, setting down a similar plate in front of you before also placing a stack of fluffy pancakes at the center.

“What’s this?” she asks, gesturing to the meal.

“Breakfast,” you reply bluntly, taking a bite from your plate.

Natasha raises a brow at you, remarking plainly, “It’s noon.”

“Brunch then,” you correct with a roll of your eyes.

Natasha's lips quirk up in amusement, and she shakes her head.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten.” 

The red aura appears around her, and with your mouth full of food, you give her a pointed glare.

“Right,” Natasha says in realization, remembering what you can do. She pulls the plate closer to her with a soft thanks. 

The atmosphere that followed was unusual but surprisingly not awkward. Despite being practically strangers, you find yourself slightly comforted by Natasha’s presence. 

If she wasn’t here, you probably wouldn’t have dragged yourself out of bed today after what happened yesterday.

After a moment of eating, Natasha breaks the silence.

“So, how can you tell when someone’s lying?”

Pausing to contemplate your answer, you wipe your mouth with a napkin before responding. 

“Well, when someone lies, there’s always this rush of chemicals that happens in their bodies,” you explain. “It ends up causing the typical indicators — things like fidgeting, sweating, or tone changes in their voice.”

“I didn’t do any of that, yet you still knew I was lying,” Natasha points out.

“No, you're right,” you admit, nodding. “You’re a perfect liar.”

From what you have seen so far, every expression and comment of hers appears genuine and honest, and if it was anyone else, they’d probably believe anything she says.

However, thanks to your ability, you know better. 

Gesturing at her, you clarify, “You still give off the same chemical reactions though, and I have the ability to see that.”

Natasha leans back in her seat, crossing her arms as she processes your explanation.

“It’s mainly visual then,” she concludes before asking curiously. “You don’t even need to hear what they said to know that they’re lying?” 

You nod, ruefully adding, “Yep, my world’s just filled with people glowing red at random.”

“And how long does this ‘glow’ stay around them?”

“Depends,” you reply with a shrug. “Usually not long, maybe a few seconds.”

Natasha hums in interest, tapping her chin, her brows pinching lightly in thought.

You can’t help but smile amusedly at the sight. 

For a person who has such an intimidating reputation, the spy in front of you right now looks kind of cute rather than scary.

After a moment, you break the silence this time.

“So, what’s the job?” 

Natasha’s eyes focus back on you at your question.

“Nothing too complicated,” she assures. “You’ll be in charge of interviewing the new employee candidates and conducting continuous reviews of the current ones.”

“You mean like screening them?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion, already aware of the rigorous and difficult process required to work at the Avengers buildings. 

“Don’t you guys already do extensive background checks before hiring people? Why do you suddenly need me?”

At your question, a charming smile appears on her face, effortlessly shifting her expression like before, though now you understand she’s just hiding her true feelings about the situation.

“That’s confidential.”

You scoff in disbelief and cross your arms.

“You do know that just makes it harder to trust you, right?”

Natasha mirrors your posture, her pretty grin still in place, masking any other emotions.

“Fair point,” she admits. “But to be honest, you should never put your trust in people like me anyway.”

“People like you?” 

“Spies,” Natasha clarifies as she begins to gather her empty plate and utensils. “Which is one of the types of people you’d be looking out for in this position. Their deception skills would be on a similar level to mine.”

You chuckle at that, causing Natasha to pause in her actions, raising a brow at you in question.

“Sorry, but everyone lies, whether you’re a spy or not,” you tell her, standing and taking the empty plate from her with a small smirk. “You’re just slightly better at it.”

A tiny offended look slips through Natasha’s expression at your little jab, her brow furrowing for a brief second.

Your grin widens at the sight of seeing a glimpse of her real self as you turn to place the dirty dishes in the sink.

Natasha quickly regains her composure, moving around the counter to lean back against the table next to you.

“In any case, the decision is still yours. I’ve already confirmed your abilities. It’s up to you to decide if you want to accept.”

At her words, you pause to consider your options. 

A new job working with the Avengers is a great opportunity, but it would be a significant change in your life. 

Then again, you’re already facing a huge change.

Your eyes unconsciously drift to the drawer next to where Natasha is leaning, where the wedding invitation draft remains, and your face twists in sadness at the memory. 

You guess it wouldn’t hurt to add a career change alongside your new relationship status.

At least this way you can still earn a salary while also distracting yourself from the depressing thoughts of your failed engagement. 

“Okay,” you decide, meeting Natasha’s gaze with a sigh, “I’ll take the job.”

“Great, I knew you would be agreeable,” Natasha remarks, extending her hand to you.

A red aura appears around her, causing you to huff and roll your eyes.

You take her hand in yours, giving her a tiny glare.

“Liar.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“I don’t remember agreeing to this.”

You say that as you dodge another swing from Natasha, ducking under her arm to get behind her, only for her to twist her body around and deliver a kick that you narrowly block with your arms. 

Still, the impact has you stumbling back.

“Really?” Natasha asks with an innocent tone as she circles you. “I thought I mentioned to you that training was a part of your employment.”

A red aura begins to appear around her, but you don’t have time to comment before she swings her leg at you again. 

You catch it against your side with a small grunt of pain.

Having been a profiler for criminal cases before, you do have basic defense training, and you always believed that you could hold your own against most aggressors. 

At least you used to.

This current fight is making you reconsider your skills.

With her off-balance position, you attempt to throw her to the ground, but Natasha swiftly regains her footing, catching herself on her hands and executing a fluid movement to flip upright. She then bends low, sweeping your legs out from under you.

You land on the mat with a groan, feeling the impact reverberate through your body. Another pained breath escapes you as Natasha expertly pins you down.

You catch the faint red aura fading from her before throwing your head back against the mat with an exhausted sigh.

“You’re such a liar,” you breathe out, your voice tinged with both exhaustion and playful accusation. Closing your eyes, you take a moment to catch your breath.

Natasha's laughter fills the air, resonating above you, her amusement infectious and drawing a small grin from you. You peek open your eyes, watching as she disengages from atop you and heads over to her water bottle at the side.

“I’m a spy. It comes with the job,” she says casually, taking a sip.

“Okay, and I’m basically just HR,” you counter, pulling yourself upright into a sitting position. “So how does combat training fit into that?”

Natasha gestures towards you with a sweep of her hand.

“You need to be prepared to defend yourself if you ever expose someone dangerous and find yourself without backup,” she explains.

“That’s unlikely considering I haven’t even encountered anyone suspicious since I started,” you remark with a sigh.

It's been a month already, and you're starting to question if your presence here is even necessary.

Before you can dwell further on your thoughts, the cold touch of a metal water bottle against your cheek startles you.

Recoiling, you look up to see Natasha holding it out to you.

Raising a brow, Natasha waves the bottle lightly in offer.

You snatch the bottle from her with a tiny glare, but she only smirks in response.

Apart from the new job, the other surprising addition to your life is your budding friendship with the Avenger. 

After the whole recruiting ordeal, you honestly expected to only have passing encounters with her at the compound.

However, to your surprise, on your first day here, Natasha was the one who volunteered to give you a tour of the place, and in the days that followed, the two of you would often share coffee and chat before you had to head off to your respective jobs.

Those regular interactions with her also earned you a fearsome reputation among the other workers, which actually works out in your favor since they’re already nervous by the time you call them in for a review. This way they are more likely to slip up and reveal anything they may be hiding.

But, like you said, you haven’t found anything substantial yet.

With a heavy sigh, you pull your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them, feeling the weight of failure bearing down on you.

Then you hear Natasha plop down beside you.

“Back when we met, you asked me why we needed you,” she begins.

Curious at her words, you turn your head slightly to glance at her, waiting for her explanation.

Natasha leans back on her hands, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she continues to speak.

“A couple of months ago, our surveillance revealed that someone within the compound staff was plotting an attack during the opening ceremony of the new building. However, we couldn’t confirm who it was without risking exposing that we knew of their plan."

Your eyes widen in confusion at the revelation. From what you remember, the opening ceremony was a success. There hadn’t been any news of an attack that day.

“But you caught them, right?” you inquire.

“No,” Natasha responds, shaking her head before meeting your gaze. “You did.”

Surprised, you straighten up, giving her a questioning look.

Natasha offers a small smile, elaborating, “You had recently interviewed him as a suspect for another case, and in your notes, you labeled him as dangerous and untrustworthy, despite everything about him proving otherwise.”

“And you believed me?” you ask incredulously.

Natasha shrugs, “Well, I had no other leads at the time anyway.”

You scoff in exasperation at her teasing, playfully pushing her away.

She chuckles softly before adopting a more serious expression.

“Trust in your abilities, Y/n,” Natasha says with a genuine tone. “If it’s you, not finding anyone suspicious is a good thing.”

You watch her closely, waiting for the red aura to appear.

But as a couple of seconds pass and nothing changes, you tuck your forehead back against your knees, this time to hide the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Alright, break’s over,” Natasha announces, giving your back an encouraging pat. “Let’s go again.”

You groan in reluctance, remaining in your curled-up position.

“Come on,” Natasha urges, her tone coaxing. “I’ll go easy on you this time.”

You don’t even need to look up to know the red aura is surrounding her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“What’s this?”

Natasha's voice draws your attention away from the task of pouring cooked popcorn into a bowl.

She's sitting on your sofa, examining a small, elegant card that you had accidentally left on the table.

Widening your eyes in realization of what she’s found, you hurry over to her, but her narrowed eyes tell you that she has already read the names on the card.

“She’s inviting you to her wedding?” Natasha exclaims, disbelief coloring her tone. “It’s only been a year since your breakup, and now she’s already getting married?!”

Sighing in disappointment, you had hoped to keep this information from Natasha, who developed a strong dislike for your ex after you shared the details of your breakup during one of your girls' nights.

Placing the bowl of popcorn on the table, you take the invitation from her hand and head to the kitchen, intending to tuck it away in a drawer. 

As you slide it open, you catch the sight of the old wedding draft buried at the bottom, which causes a tiny pang of sadness in your chest at the memory of that time, of how everything changed so suddenly.

You can't help but wonder how your life might have unfolded if your engagement hadn't ended.

Would you still have accepted Natasha's offer if you hadn't been seeking a distraction from your failed relationship? 

“You’re not thinking about going, are you?” Natasha's voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Glancing up, you notice a peculiar look in her eyes, though it quickly shifts to a neutral expression at your gaze.

After a whole year of spending time together, you could tell underneath her impassive expression that she was upset about something; though, you figured it was just outrage at the situation.

Tossing the invitation into the drawer and shutting it, you offer her a small reassuring smile before returning to your seat beside her to start the movie.

“No, of course not,” you tell her.

As the opening scenes play, you maintain a normal, nonchalant expression, aware of Natasha's gaze still lingering on you even as the red aura fades from around your body.

After a while, Natasha huffs in disbelief before finally settling into the sofa, pulling the bowl of popcorn into her lap.

“You better be sharing that, Romanoff,” you tease, your eyes fixed on the screen.

Natasha scoffs before tossing a piece of popcorn at you.

“Of course, I will.”

Just as you're about to turn your head to look at her and confirm her honesty, she swiftly shoves a cushion pillow to the side of your face, blocking your view.

After a few seconds, she releases it, fluffing the cushion casually before leaning her head against your shoulder and tossing another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

You chuckle at her antics, amused by her playful behavior, before returning your attention to the screen.

A few days later, you find yourself standing on the outskirts of the wedding area, observing as servers and workers hustle to complete the finishing touches.

A sad, bittersweet expression tugs at your lips as you recognize familiar details chosen by your ex, mingled with hints of a stranger’s preferences in the decorations.

To be honest, you don’t intend to stay for the wedding. You're just here to confirm something for yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, conjuring your ex’s face in your mind, and whisper to yourself. 

“I’m in love with her…”

Opening your eyes, you exhale slowly, a content smile on your lips as you notice the red aura surrounding your skin. It's a relief to be able to find closure regarding your feelings for your ex.

“You know, I don’t need powers to know you were lying,” a voice remarks from behind.

Startled, you turn to find Natasha approaching.

She stops beside you, her gaze fixed at the scene ahead as she accuses, “Saying that you weren’t going to come here.”

You look at her briefly before returning your attention to the field.

“I got curious about something,” you admit. “Figured that this was one way to confirm it.”

Excited and happy chatter fills the air as your ex appears, surrounded by friends and family.

Suddenly, thoughts of what-ifs from the other night resurface, prompting you to ask out loud unconsciously before you can stop yourself.

“Do you think I should’ve just pretended that she was telling the truth at that time — when she said she loved me?” you ask Natasha. “Maybe it might’ve worked out between us if I just kept my mouth shut.”

There’s a beat of silence before Natasha finally responds, her tone tinged with wistfulness.

“From my experience,” she begins, “I can tell you that living a lie would not make you happy…no matter how much you wish for it to be true.”

You chuckle lightly, “You’re probably right.”

“Of course I am,” Natasha says confidently.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both observe the preparations from a distance.

“She is a fool for letting you go, though,” Natasha suddenly adds, her tone casual.

You laugh softly, gently chiding her, “You can’t call the bride that on her wedding day.”

“Alright then,” Natasha concedes, turning to you. “You’re an even bigger fool for coming here by yourself.”

She returns her gaze to the field, muttering under her breath with a hint of irritation, “…still visiting the one who broke your heart.”

Amused, you tilt your head to catch her eyes, chuckling at her words, as you tease, “You know, it almost sounds like you’re jealous.”

When Natasha doesn’t respond or look at you, you raise a brow in surprise and poke her side. 

“Wait, seriously, are you jealous?”

She swats your hand away.

“Stop that,” Natasha reprimands, before gritting out, “I’m not jealous!”

A small grin forms on your face as you notice the red aura appear, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and walk away.

“I’m leaving,” she declares firmly.

“Aww, come on, Natasha,” you call as you trail behind her.

Glancing back at you and seeing your pleased expression, she points at you in warning.

“That smile better be off your face by the time I pull up, or else you’re walking home,” she states before continuing on her way.

Watching her go with a fond smile, you find yourself softly repeating the words.

“I’m in love with her.”

Looking down, your smile widens when you don’t see the red aura appear, confirming what you already knew about your feelings for the red-haired spy.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

As you sit in your office at the Avenger compound, you feel a sense of fatigue wash over you at your busy schedule of back-to-back interviews.

Across from you, the final candidate squirms in her seat, clearly nervous under your scrutinizing gaze. 

A chill sweeps through the room, courtesy of the cold blast of air from the AC, and you can't help but regret your decision to have it set so cold, a choice originally intended to maintain an intimidating atmosphere during interviews. 

With a sigh, you reluctantly pull your hands from the cozy warmth of your hoodie pocket and turn to the next page of questions.

"Let's talk about handling confidential information," you begin, your voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Can you share a time when you had to ensure the secure handling of sensitive data?"

The candidate responds with some slight hesitation, but you sense it’s more from her nerves than any dishonesty, so you continue, moving on to the remaining questions.

Luckily, the rest of the interview goes by quickly and smoothly with her answering the other questions without any problems.

However, now comes the final question of the interview.

“Among the Avengers, who do you consider to be the hottest?”

Clearly caught off-guard, she stumbles over her words, “W-what?” 

Maintaining your serious demeanor, you repeat the question.

“Who do you believe is the hottest Avenger?”

After a moment's pause, she softly answers, “Black Widow..."

Setting your clipboard down, you extend your hand.

"Thank you for coming. It was nice meeting you," you say, signaling the end of the interview.

As she thanks you and leaves, you flip to the last paper on your clipboard, revealing a sheet with tick marks beside the names of your Avenger friends.

With an amused smile, you add another mark at the end of Natasha’s already leading line.

“I don’t think that last question was approved by Steve,” a voice accuses from the doorway.

Glancing up, you see Natasha leaning against the frame, her arms folded.

You shrug in response, “Makes it more interesting though.”

Natasha hums curiously before moving to your side, perching on the edge of your desk. Her narrowed eyes fix on you.

“Is that my hoodie?” she asks in suspicion as she tugs at your sleeve.

“Maybe,” you reply, hastily pulling the hood over your head to conceal your guilty eyes.

Natasha had left the piece of clothing at your place after her last visit, and given the chilly room, borrowing it seemed harmless enough.

“Don’t you have a briefing to get to?” you deflect, attempting to change the subject.

Natasha huffs knowingly before responding, "I had some spare time, so I came to bother you."

"I’m honored," you quip sarcastically, though inwardly your heart warmed at the fact that she thought of you.

Natasha chuckles lightly, then gestures towards your clipboard.

"Ask me some questions," she prompts, her tone playful yet eager.

Deciding to indulge her, you reach for your clipboard and adopt a serious demeanor.

“Name?” you begin.

Natasha shoots you a deadpan look, prompting you to show her the document with the question written on it.

“If they lie about their name, then that’s a red flag already,” you defend, giving her a pointed look.

“Natalie,” you mock.

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head at the memory before extending her hand.

“It’s actually Natasha,” she corrects, playing along.

Skipping past the other general questions, you delve into more targeted inquiries related to threat assessment.

“Have you ever been associated with any extremist or radical groups or organizations?” you ask.

“If you consider working undercover to gain intel on them, then yes,” Natasha responds without hesitation.

“Have you ever participated or been involved in any violent behavior where someone was hurt?”

This one makes her pause for a moment before she finally admits softly, "…yes."

As the questioning continues, Natasha's playful demeanor gradually fades, replaced by a rueful tone.

By the time you reach the final question, she places her hand on your clipboard, gently setting it down on the desk.

"Maybe these questions aren’t meant for people like me," she says sadly, her tone filled with regret.

Observing her disappointed expression, you scoot closer and rest your hand on hers to draw her attention.

“Do you still want to hear my final assessment?” you ask gently.

After a contemplative pause, Natasha nods, curiosity evident in her eyes as she gestures for you to continue.

“Well, based on your answers,” you say with a dramatic pause, flipping through the papers before shaking your head firmly.

“Absolutely not. Extremely dangerous. Definitely a high-risk candidate.”

Natasha huffs in disbelief at your teasing and gives you a playful push. As your laughter subsides, you soften your tone, meeting her gaze sincerely.

“But…I’d trust you,” you admit genuinely.

Natasha's eyes widen slightly before she averts her gaze, clearing her throat. Her fingers toy with the clipboard, flipping to the last page and seeing the score sheet, before chuckling in amusement.

Turning back to you, she tilts her head with a raised brow.

“I don’t get the special question?” she asks.

You take the clipboard from her, offering a knowing look as you begin to organize the documents on your desk.

“I think we both already know your answer to that question,” you reply.

“Then ask me another,” Natasha insists.

Her request makes you pause as you ponder what to ask. Only one thing comes to mind, the question you’ve been hesitating to ask her for a long time.

Meeting her expectant gaze, you find yourself wanting to know the answer, despite the fear in your mind at the possibility of causing another big change in your life again.

Summoning your courage, you face her directly.

“Would you…,” you start, faltering momentarily before gathering yourself with a deep breath.

“...would you say ‘yes’ if I asked you out on a date tonight?”

There's a moment of silence, and just as you consider retracting the question, Natasha reaches out and adjusts the hood atop your head.

Perplexed by her action, you watch her suspiciously. Then, in one swift motion, she pulls the hood down over your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“No,” her voice responds to your question.

Hearing her stand, you quickly remove the hood to see Natasha already making her way out of the door, but before she disappears from your view, you catch the red aura surrounding her slowly fading away.

As an excited smile spreads across your face at the revelation of her true answer, your phone on the desk pings with a new message. Glancing at the screen, you see a text from Natasha.

I’ll pick you up tonight. 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: Thank you for reading! I know I said I was going to take a little break, but I had some time so I ended up finishing this and decided to post it now instead of later.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: no we’re not stopping until the Red Room is burned to its core

Melina: brave one. I see why you are dating them.

Natasha: it’s mostly for Y/N’s cuddles and the way they treat our baby

Yelena: you have a baby?

Y/N: she’s only three months old!

Y/N shows them a picture of a kitten…

Alexei: my grandchild is a cat?

Yelena: and you laugh because I want to own a dog!?

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 3:

*Third person’s view*

The room was quiet. The only source of light was which came from the kitchen, barely giving any visibility in Y/n’s bedroom. Light from the skyscrapers around the flat was barely enough to light up the room, so the two were laying in the darkness mostly.

Natasha supported herself with her elbow and her other hand was resting on Y/n’s stomach who was laying next to the Russian on her back. Both were covered with silk black sheets, bare shoulders poking out.

Y/n seemed to be deep in thought, which made Natasha watch her moves closely. The younger girl’s eyes moved around the room, sometimes sticking to one place and then looking elsewhere. She took deep breaths, making Natasha’s hand on her stomach lift as she took each breath. Once Stark realized how quiet the room got and how Natasha didn’t seem to move, she looked at the redhead.

“You should move in with us,” said Y/n all of a sudden, taking Natasha by surprise. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline, so she wouldn’t even be able to lie about how surprised she was. “Really? You’d want that?” Nat asks softly, a smile already curling up her lips. Y/n nodded with a sweet smile, her hands coming up to frame Natasha’s face. “I love you. I want you to be with us every day and night. Katarina adores you out of this world and you make us happy. I know I said I want to take it slow but honestly I don’t care. I want you with us,” she confessed, while caressing Natasha’s skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling in love with you,” Nat was in a full daze from her feelings. The love she felt for this woman was something she could never comprehend.

Y/n felt the same way. Her heart was so light from how easy it was to love Natasha. She couldn’t imagine her life without the Russian anymore and she didn’t want to either. “Kiss me,” whispered Stark, and with a kiss Natasha leaned down and captured her girl’s lips, kissing her like it was the first time. Natasha finally felt like she was safe with this girl and she understood what love is. Y/n was love for her.

Natasha slowly pulled the covers off of themselves and her hand quickly found Y/n’s soft skin. Stark wrapped her fingers into Natasha’s fiery hair, pulling her slightly back as she scattered kisses and bites onto her neck. The low moans the Russian let out made Y/n smile to herself. She made Natasha lay on her back so she could climb over her, while still leaving kisses all over her girlfriend’s neck.

She quickly fastened her lips onto Natasha’s nipple, causing her to gasp. She swirled her tongue around it, then lifted her left hand to take the other one into her fingers. “I love every inch of you,” said Y/n against the Russian’s skin. “I can feel that,” Natasha husked out, her breaths getting shorter and quicker.

Y/n’s touches were slow and tender. She wanted Natasha to feel every ounce of love she had for her. Stark kissed all over Nat’s body, biting and licking, leaving marks all over Natasha’s stomach and hips. “You always do this… it’s your obsession,” Natasha chuckled sweetly, finding it cute how Y/n worshiped her body every time she saw it without clothes.

As Y/n got lower and lower with her kisses she gently placed herself between Natasha’s legs, wrapping her arms under Nat’s thighs and kissing the inside of them. Natasha lifted her hand to her girlfriend’s head, her fingers getting tangled in her dark hair while her other hand barely held onto Y/n’s fingers on Nat’s left thigh. “You’re taking your sweet time there, baby,” Natasha spoke as Y/n didn’t think to rush things but since Nat seemed so impatient she looked up in her eyes before bringing her right hand over.

Natasha threw her head back as she felt Y/n slowly move her tongue inside of her. “Gosh…” The Russian’s right hand quickly released Y/n’s hand and grabbed onto the sheets, fisting the material between her fingers. Stark’s tongue slowly hit her g-spot, making her whole body spasm.

The wetness from Natasha was all over her girlfriend’s face, her thighs, and the sheets. Nat’s body knew this pleasure oh so well, making her leave her mouth wide open as her eyes rolled back. Y/n then moved her thumb to Natasha’s clit, rubbing it in small circles making her feel overstimulated. “Let me hear you, baby,” Y/n spoke from below, slowly easing two fingers into Natasha, making the redhead arch her back in pleasure and let out a raspy moan. Y/n went back into sucking, teasing her clit at the same fast pace her fingers were going inside of her. The exchange of pleas and curses repeatedly were the only words you could hear from Natasha. And she couldn’t think, but she knew she loved the way Y/n was touching her. “I’m so close,” Natasha barely spit it out, pushing Stark’s face closer to her sex, trying to reach her high.

Y/n loved watching Natasha throw herself around the bed, her back arched as she felt a knot forming in her abdomen. “Come for me, baby,” Y/n spoke, but she didn’t stop her actions and just kept going. Y/n’s tone has Nat’s hips bucking into her wildly Stark’s name spilling from her lips, she watches her come undone with a satisfied smile, slowly easing her into a calmer state with gentle kisses.

Stark kissed up her way to Natasha’s face, leaving a soft kiss on her red cheek. She looked into her deep green eyes with a sweet smile. “My sweetest girl, I love you,” Y/n whispered softly, Natasha feeling her cheeks keeping up the redness from her words. “I love it when you act all innocent after you do stuff like this,” Natasha caressed her face with a smirk, still trying to catch her breath. “Just for you.”

*Y/n’a POV*

With one last kiss on Nat’s lips, I laid next to her, pulling the sheets over us. Natasha wrapped her arm around my shoulder and brought me closer. Her hand slipped down to my waist, keeping me close. I laid my head on her chest and let out a satisfied sigh. “I’m happy. I’m glad we worked things out,” I admitted honestly, drawing circles on Nat’s covered stomach with my finger. “Me too, baby. You make me the happiest.” Natasha’s words made me smile and with the thought of us working out, I soon fell asleep.

***

“Heeeey, honey. I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up yesterday but I got some work to do this week so you’ll have to stay with Grandma and Grandpa,” I spoke over the phone with Katarina, trying to feel less guilty about leaving her for a week. “It’s okay, Mama. Grandpa and I built a tower in the backyard, you have to see it when you finish work. You can bring Natty,” I looked over at Natasha who was currently hunched over my desk at home, looking for any possible attacks from Hadria. “I will bring Natty with me. Did you have breakfast, honey?” I asked while walking over to Natasha, looking above her shoulder, checking the papers and pictures. “Yes, Grandma made eggs and bacon.” “Was it good?” I asked while my free hand came up to Natasha’s back, gently massaging her muscles. “I like yours better, but don’t tell Grandma,” said Katarina and I chuckled. “I won’t. Did you have any homework baby? Should I get anything for school?” I questioned, just simply worried that I’d miss anything. “I did my homework with Grandpa. He showed me a science thing, it was really cool,” she explained excitedly and I had to smile at how amazing she was. “Really? Did he blow something up?” I asked, already knew he definitely did. “Yes, it was so big!” I shook my head, but I didn’t want to ruin her moment so just went with it. “That’s amazing.” Looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost time for school for Katarina, so I had to cut the conversation short. “Honey, Grandpa should be taking you to school soon. I will call when I can okay, baba?” “Okay, be careful Mama,” she said and my heart melts every time she says this. “You too, honey. I love you.” “I love you more. Tell Natty I love her too,” she said loudly, which made Natasha look up from the files with a smile. “I will tell her.” “Okay, bye!” She said excitedly before hanging up the phone. “She’s so cute,” said Natasha with the sweetest smile. “She really is. I feel so bad that I have to leave her with Dad again,” I looked down at the papers with a sigh, hoping Katarina really didn’t mind being with my dad and that it wouldn’t have a bad impact on her life. “Y/n she is just fine. Your dad probably showers her with love and affection and shows her so many interesting things, she doesn’t even have time to miss you. It’s sad, but true,” Natasha said with a cheeky smile and I chuckled. “That’s great. I lost my daughter to my dad.” “Oh yeah, there’s no chance. You’re the best mom ever,” a soft kiss on my cheek and I was blushing. “I doubt that,” I chuckled and picked up a paper, trying to find the reason why this woman attacked all these cities. “Baby…” Natasha’s hand slipped around my waist pulling close to herself. She left a kiss on the side of my head before she spoke. “You do all of this stuff to make a better world for your little one, I don’t think you could be better than that,” she said and I leaned my head against her chest. “I just don’t want to miss out on her life by trying to make the world safe for her.” “You won’t, trust me.”

After hours of research and data collecting we finally found something. Hadria attacked Bucharest, Prague, Athens, and Rome. All of these places had Hydra research bunkers during World War 2, making it possible to have some super soldier serum hidden somewhere in those bunkers. “So we just have to find out where the old Hydra bunkers are and hope we get her at some point? There is basically a bunker in every big city in Europe, how are we gonna find her?” I leaned back in my seat, throwing the files on the table. “Maybe we could send her some signals to one particular base and she would go there as if there was something,” Natasha suggested and I thought about it. “You think that would work? What if we get James involved for real?” I came up with the idea again. “Do you think he would fight? Especially in a case like this?” She asked, leaning against the table, crossing her arms in front of her. “I don’t know. But he could help to fight them off for sure. He knows how they work,” I said and Nat seemed a little hesitant about the idea. “I guess it’s worth a try,” she shrugged and she seemed very odd. “Yeah?” I asked, waiting for her response. “It’s just you guys haven’t seen each other in a long time… Things were different then,” she said awkwardly and I think she even clenched her jaw, looking very tense. “And things are different now,” I said and she didn’t say another word, just turned to the laptop. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” I brushed my hand along her arm. “Okay.”

In just hours we were on a Quinjet to Romania. Just the two of us, keeping Steve in the dark, hoping he won’t find out where we’re going. Natasha didn’t lose her tense behavior and I still didn’t understand why she was like that. James and I are clearly done with each other and I just asked her to move in with us.

We landed a little further from the town James was staying at and took a car to his location. “Do you think he’ll help us?” I asked Natasha, who was driving. “He would help you if you’d need it. I’m not sure he will come with us though,” she said and I nodded. “Yeah, I doubt that too.”

The ride to his apartment went by quickly and the closer we got the more nervous I became. I haven’t seen him in a long time and I just hope he’s in a good state.

We parked outside an older apartment building and I glanced down at my phone. “He’s supposed to be at level 8.” “Let’s go then,” Natasha walked ahead and I followed close behind. We both had a gun at us, but well hidden trying to look friendly even though we came in peace.

Once we reached his door, I stepped up and with a sigh knocked on the wooden door. There was no answer for a while and I knocked again. Nothing. I reached into my pocket and got the burner James put aside the letter he sent me a little while ago. “What are you doing?” Asked Natasha with a low voice. “I’m going to call him,” I dialed the only number in the phone then we heard the ringing from inside the apartment, and a couple of seconds later he picked up. “Yes?” He spoke. “I need to talk to you. Natasha and I are outside your apartment,” I said and heard him take a deep breath then hung up the phone. In moments the door opened and there was James. Cal on his head, long sleeve shirt covering his arms and he had leather gloves on, covering his hands. “Can we come in?” I asked and he stepped aside letting us into his apartment.

It was a very sad-looking flat. He only had a mattress on the floor, no proper bed. His kitchen was probably the most well equipped and I didn’t even see the bathroom yet. Windows covered with newspaper, barely letting any light in.

“What are you doing here? I told you my location for emergencies,” spoke James, clearly not happy that we were there. “I know, that’s why we’re here. You live here?” I asked, looking around once again, very sad that this is where he spends his days. “What, you expected a mansion with floor-to-ceiling windows and gold cutlery?” He asked sarcastically. “No, but at least a comfortable bed or something…” “What’s the emergency? Is Katarina okay?” He asked, changing the topic. “She’s good, we’re not because of her,” I reached for my bag, and got the fresh files for Bucky. “There’s a woman with a super soldier army. She has Vibranium armor made for them by a Black Market operator. And she makes weapons for them too,” I handed him the folder and he started to look through it. “There were multiple attacks in big European cities. We suspect she’s going after old Hydra bunkers, looking for more super soldier serum,” Natasha explained, arms crossed in front of her chest, very closed off, to say the least. “I heard about this. They were in Bucharest not long ago, I didn’t know they were super soldiers. How many?” “15.” He kept reading the report. “And how do I come into the picture?” Asked Bucky. “We thought you could help. Steve is not on the case and we could keep you a secret. We’re working with outsiders,” I explained and he glanced at Natasha. “Since when do you work with other people?” He asked more so from Natasha. “They’re Wakndanians, the Vibranium they stole belongs to them,” said Nat. “Do you have a plan?” He sat down on a chair nearby and took off his gloves.

“We track down every Hydra bunker and once we find the least dangerous to the nearby city, we send signals to them so they get there and we take them down,” I explained and he shook his head. “That’s not gonna work. Super soldier serums were only made at certain places. Maybe they are not even after the serum. Have you ever seen them in action? When they were in Bucharest, they rigged bombs and shot in crowds. They are looking for something, but I don’t think they would kill civilians for something they don’t even know about,” he suggested and I sighed. “Okay, then any ideas what they could be looking for?” I spread my arms, looking between Natasha and Bucky. “Maybe they are looking for someone,” spoke Natasha. Bucky shifted in his seat, already knowing where this was going. “Not specifically for you, maybe Steve. Maybe she wants to draw attention to one of you and lure you into her team,” Nat elaborated on her idea. I went through every option on how we could come out good in this situation. We could use Bucky as a decoy but I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy about that. Involving Steve is the last thing I want to do. “We find out where their next attack will be. If T’Challa can find Klaue in time, maybe he has something on her that could help us. I can make you a suit so you won’t be recognizable,” I pointed at Bucky and he just nodded. “Klaue is the dealer, right?” He asked and I said yes. “We have a safe house on the edge of town, you can come with us. Have a good night's sleep. In a bed,” Natasha nodded towards his pathetic mattress. “I’m fine here, don’t want to bother you guys,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “Bucky, please. It’s the least we could do after barging in on you,” I insisted and he looked at me with an unsure expression. “Alright, thank you,” he agreed with a tiny smile.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Congrats on 1k! Absolutely love your work, especially the darker fics.

Can I request step-sis intersex!Nat walking in on reader as she's asleep and deciding that she's finally going to take her for herself? Nat starts eating reader out to get her wet and the reader moans Nat's name in her sleep, so Nat wakes her up so she can really enjoy it.

Thinking that maybe Nat ties the readers hands above her head, as Nat forces her huge cock inside the readers tiny body, creating a belly bulge. Finishing inside her to breed her and then making the reader cock-warm her so that she can stay full. Belly rubbing because Nat is obsessed with the sight of her cock inside her innocent little step-sis.

Kinks: bondage, breeding, dub-con that turns consensual, somnophilia, belly bulge, Daddy kink and thinking cock-warming too.

Thank you!

Closer

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fem!reader x step-sis!Nat

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Having your beloved step sister back home for the summer turned more pleasant than expected.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, DUB-con, but the reader is very into it, amab!Nat, dom!Nat, sub!reader, age gap (legal), taboo relationship, kinda mean Nat, tattooed Nat (Nat is just the stereotypical bad boy), innocent!reader, Daddy!kink, alcohol use, bondage, breeding kink, somnophila, cock warming, size kink?

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: kisses from the hospital guys enjoy the first park of the 1k special I’ll post more requests soon. This request was really fun to write

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Natasha knew how wrong it was to feel that kind of way about her step sister, but she was only a human too. Ever since she had came to visit her father for this summer she couldn't help herself but see you in a different light.

Back when her dad first started to live with your mother, she only had eyes for the many girls tendering to her, who were in her grade or above. She never really noticed you, of course you were her annoying little step sister who could've guessed you'd turn into this?

You weren't innocent either, you were always found of Natasha. In your eyes she was the coolest person you'd know, with her blue tainted hair and fast cars, you were heart broken whenever you saw a different girl enter her room.

Natasha soon went away for college, meaning you'd only get to see her for the holidays which was still enough to keep you crushing on her. It was special that she visited this summer especially since you just turned 18.

This summer had been unusual hot for the colder climate of Ohio, but it's not like you were complaining to see Nat in all those wifebeaters and sport bras. She normally rummaged in the garden, laying at the pool, again in sports bras and swim trunks. It made your cheeks heat, your stomach feel weird, and every once in a while when you saw how she climbed out of the pool, the muscles under her wet skin flexing, it made you feel all itchy down there.

Another hot summer day, another day where you'd relax under the water sprinkler in your backyard, just like you did when you were a child. Except for a pair of eyes watching from the pool. Natasha Romanoff, your step- sister, whose eyes hid under her shades, watched every move of yours. She sat by the pool shirtless to "tan", Natasha never tanned, she had the skin colour of a porcelain doll and always used the highest sunscreen to not end up looking like a lobster. No, she was there to observe, not the local birds, or nature, no, you. How could anyone be so carless, she asked herself as she watched your white camisole top turn translucent.

Shortly after realising what she was doing she, or better what your view did to her prick, she looked back on her phone scrolling on a black screen to look less suspicious. But it's not like you would've noticed anyway, Natasha knew how innocent you were, how your mother had sheltered you in contrast to herself. God, get yourself together Natasha, she thought to herself. If she wanted she could've get a hook up here within the day, but it wouldn't help last time she tried she accidentally moaned your name while cumming. Something so utterly embarrassing the girl left immediately after.

"Natty" you ask in an innocent voice, every other person calling the other woman that wouldn't stand here today, but she let it slide. "What's up" She asked as her eyes wandered over your wet body to which your clothes clanged. Natasha never was a religious person but in this moment she thanked god for the invention of sunglasses.

"Can you get me towel from inside" you asked giving her your best bambi eyes. "Go get it yourself, I'm not your personal servant" She scoffed "Please, Tasha I'm all wet and I don't want it tripping on the floor board" She shook her head "You should've thought about that in the first place" She mumbled under her breath but still got up to get you your towel. She could never say no to one of your pleads.

"Thank you" you grinned and wrapped you up in one of this big fluffy towels. She smirked back at you her hands rubbing over your wet skin. "There you go sweetheart" She mumbled again feeling a tingle in her pants when her hands touched you.

"Where's mom?" You asked stepping into the large living area you parents had. "Out for dinner with my dad" She remarked not even looking up from the TV where some, for me, unimportant soccer game was running. "Why are you still standing there?" She asked in a dismissive tone "They'll be gone the whole night" Oh, the whole night just you and your step sister together, great. Nat chugged more of her beer side eyeing you to leave her alone, of course she wanted you close, closer than close, but you couldn't know that yet. Not to mention that with the more of the bitter liquid she had the less she could control her urges. 

It wasn't that wrong, she tried to tell herself, millions of guys before her had fucked their step sisters right? Eventually you opened your mouth again "I'll head to bed now" you started and only earned a little hum from her and some mumbled words you didn't understand before slipping on her beer bottle again. 

Her team lost, of course it did, Natasha turned the TV off rubbing her eyes before too going to her bed room but not without making another stop at your room. She slipped though the crack in the door closing it gently before taking a seat next you on the soft cushion of the bed. She always did that, making sure you were save and sound but tonight it was different. She was frustrated, and horney, one more than the other. 

"You're so pretty" she mumbled being lost deep in the haze of the alcohol and lust, she knew you couldn't hear her nor feel but she still gently wiped some lost hair behind your ear. You squirmed under her feather like touch. You rolled onto your back the blanket slipping from your body exposing your topless body. Fuck, you had forgotten to wear a shirt to bed, or had you? Nat saw it as an invitation to taste your sweet body. 

She stood up pulling her hoodie off to reveal a hard set of muscles covered in tattoos, she strangled your smaller body kissing the valley between your breasts before turning to kiss down your soft stomach. You squirmed again your hands trying to find something to grip on, Nat caught your hands bringing them above your head before using her abandoned top to tie your hands to the head board of your framed bed. 

Finally she could turn to your soaked panties tugging them off your legs, your step sister placed both of your legs on her shoulders giving you better access to your sleeping form. She kissed your pubic bone before taking a deep sniff of your glossy cunt. "let my taste you baby girl" She groaned before licking over your weeping pussy, you tasted fantastic better than any girl she had before you. 

Your clit was pulsing in need to be touched, standing proud from his hood Nat couldn't resist tasting the forbidden fruit. When she took your bubble of nerves in her mouth she couldn't believe her ears. "Nat" came a sob from your throat she let she teeth scrape over it just to check she wasn't completely mad "Natasha" now it was a full blown moan, she smiled getting more and more bold with her movements. 

She kept on licking away on your cunt and thankfully to her many years of experience with the girls in college she had you trembling towards the edge within minutes. She took your clit in her mouth again this time biting down gently, to wake you from your slumber you thought to yourself. 

"I- what" poor innocent you were to confused to even grasped what was happening to you you were lost in a haze of mind numbing pleasure until you tried to find to source of it. "Nat-?" you were interrupted by an almost pornographic moan breaking free from your throat. You winded your body on the bed tugging on the restrains before climaxing under her tongue. She made you ride out your orgasm before hushing your quiet sobs. "You're mine baby girl" she kissed your pelvis bone. "Nat we can't" you mumbled "No one needs to find out" She reassured you "Just say no and we'll forget a bout this all, but something tells me, little girl, you want me just as much as I want you"

"You’re right" you mumbled under your breath making Nat smirk she stood up again tugging off your boxers to reveal a dick of a size you had never seen before. Of course you didn't have much experience but she looked inhuman. "Nat it's not-" She hushed you "call me daddy" Instinctively you closed your legs making nat chuckle. "Too big" You mewled again "Oh bunny, I'll make it fit, daddy would never hurt her little girl" she reassured you her hands trailed down her body brushing over the small patch of her which made up her happy trail. She pried your legs open before pushing them to your chest. 

She alined herself with you before slowly pushing inside your small hole, bringing tears to your eyes. It felt like her dick suffocated by your tight velvet walls, when she finally did bottom you out she knew it was heaven of earth. She admired the small bulge forming on your lower stomach rubbing over it in an awe. 

She waited for you to at least try to adjust before setting a rapid pace giving you no breaks, it felt like she was trying to compare her performance with a machine. I string of moans and whispers left your throat as her hips kept pistoling into your tight heat. 

"Fuck" She groaned in between thrusts "I'm gonna fucking breed this little pussy. Wouldn't you like that daddy making you a mommy?" You were too dumbed down to even comprehend her words  and the self assigned title made you see stars. "Answer daddy" She commented slapping your tits which bounced with ever vigour truths of her hips. "Yes daddy" you mewl in ecstasy "make me your mommy" You moaned making your step sister grin. 

With a few more truths you were both on the edge of ecstasy, especially you saw the stars already. "Cum" she commanded "Fucking cum with me" another sting of curse words left her mouth before releasing her white juices inside of you triggering your own orgasm. After leaving your high she gently rubbed your belly again not dreaming of pulling out from your walls. "mine" she mumbled upon seeing the clear bugle she had formed in your stomach. She freed your hands kissing each of your wrists which made you giggle at the romantic gesture, as if she hadn't just fucked you into oblivion. 

She moved you to lay on top of her making you trace the fine lines of her tattoos, she was your step sister but from this night on she was much more than that. 

:)

[romanoffsbish]

Discovering Paradise

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Sapphic best friends wrapped up in a familiar warm embrace, who knows, they might even kiss… | WC: 1,336

18+ | Minors DNI

Warnings: Idiots in Love

Smut: Dry Humping (Non-Con) | Wet Dream (R) | Mommy (N) | Hinted at Fingering / Oral

A soft blue light cast out into the otherwise dark living room of your shared apartment; Natasha watched your face in anticipation as an action packed scene broke off on the screen. You didn't even flinch, but had you been awake you would have buried yourself in her to hide from the bloody mess and to her that was amusing.

Natasha snorted softly at the recollection, then she settled down with her arms crossed on your chest, chin propped up to observe you over the film. This was the woman's favorite thing to do, movie nights where you never failed to pass out by the second film. Leaving her the time to appreciate your beauty and it not be weird.

——

Whenever you catch her staring, which is rarely, you always gave her a dopey smile and cluelessly teased her about the crush she very well did have. For Christ sake here she was lying on top of you, but you’d failed to get it and it was never clear to the trained spy if the look of adoration in your eyes was platonic or romantic.

Poor woman was head over heels for you and all she could do was to pine in the quiet moments like this.

Then you broke her trance as you whimpered softly, “Natasha,” and her eyes were wide and moving up. Natasha shifted ever so slightly, trying to see if your eyes were open now, but something about the way her hips moved made you moan loudly in your sleep.

“Oh,” she realized what was going on, her cheeks flushed red and her irises blew. You were best friends, but deep down it was clearly more than that, because what 'best friends' sleep with their fronts pressed together, in the tiniest sleep shorts and whimper their names and moan like that at the softest of touches.

Only the ones with a sapphic prophecy to fulfill...

"Fuck," Natasha groaned her frustrations, her core now alit with a throbbing need, one you seemingly share. The redhead rubbed her face against the exposed side of your neck and swiveled her hips more noticeably.

Once again she was rewarded with a moan, alongside a subtle twitch of your own hips. Natasha paused, pulling away to see your scrunched up expression.

"What are you dreaming of detka?" Natasha posed the question that couldn't yet be answered. "Is it me?" She continued to firmly press her covered pussy to yours, "Fuck, I really hope it is detka, I-I need this so badly."

With the sudden urge to cross the line and make you hers, well, the humping intensified; to a point where you were both far too wet to consider this encounter dry anymore. The intense course of pleasure that rolled through your body woke you with a frightened moan.

"Natty?"

The redhead practically squealed, your sleepy voice was too attractive and it made her entire body quake. "Good morning sweetheart," she husked against the shell of your ear, her wet tongue flicked over the warm skin and you whimpered so deliciously that she nearly came. “You were begging mommy in your sleep…”

Natasha chuckled as you whined, your hips now moving in sync with hers as your orgasms built. It was clear she had more to say, so before she could continue teasing you, you turned your head and sloppily kissed her lips, catching her off guard; rendering her silent as she met your eagerness with her own intensity.

In a matter of seconds she took total control of the kiss that had sent her heart and mind racing. It was exhilarating finally being able to taste and feel you. Knowing that you were not upset but eager to continue this made Natasha stutter in her movements, it was hard for her not to use her fingers on you instead but she knew you were both so close and it would be even hotter if you finished with her bare minimum touch.

To keep herself from giving into her urge Natasha's strong hands fell to your hips, and with the strength of a superhero she flipped your positions, using the moment of shock to slip her tongue into your agape mouth. All the while her firm hands began to help you roll your hips in sync with the way she jutted upwards.

"That's it detka," she murmured against the skin of your throat, you were now panting, breasts heaving against the redhead’s chiseled jaw with every breath you took in. The shuddered release against her cheek with every press of your throbbing core to hers.

“I-I’m clo—.” Natasha cut you off with a breathtaking kiss, she was in the same position as you but for some reason she just craved the simple intimacy to bring her to the edge. “Let go detka, come with mommy.” It was like a landslide the way that you fell over the edge with your roommates command, the abrupt release as you felt the entirety of your body tingle with pleasure.

The way you moaned against her cheek and wet her abdomen through your shorts made the redhead feel a returned stamina but she could tell you needed to rest so she guided your lips to hers for a kiss, just in case this moment was a once off test of chemistry for you.

For now Natasha would hold you close, and pretend that there’s nothing to figure out now. It was once she felt your lips lose their fight that she guided your face into her neck. “Mommy will take care of you, but first you need to rest..." You were lost in your head, unsure of the care she promised, but you unconsciously smiled against her skin at her soft attempt at reassurance.

Thoughts aimlessly swirled around your head while you steadily came down from your orgasm: ‘does she love really me too? — of course she does idiot’; ‘do I tell her? — who knew that dreams really did come true.’

As the haze faded one major thought remained, and it was that you wanted an entire life with Natasha. Not just one wet dream inspired encounter, it would break your heart but you also respected your friendship...

No matter what though, you knew you'd be okay, which is why you broke the metaphorical silence.

"We should probably talk," you chuckled against her neck and you felt the rumbling of her own laughter. "Or we can just finish the movie, take a nap, then I'll take you out to dinner then return to have dessert..."

You, begrudgingly, pulled back from the warmth to catch the look in her eyes. The resentment faded when you saw a deep, genuine swirl of affection in her eyes that was paired perfectly with a natural smirk. It was clear she was patiently waiting for your reply but it was delayed by your need to simply admire her beauty.

The freckles on her face had just begun to pop with the increased sunshine and they looked so pretty alongside her blush. The blush that the steamy sex with your best friend caused. It was unreal that you witnessed the reason for never harboring feelings. Because, yes, Natasha was always going to hold that title, it was never a question, but she's not limited to it either, and she's always been a self-proclaimed a jack of all trades.

So, if she was to be the love of your life you’d hoped she wouldn’t mind and would accept the offer with joy.

When her lips turned into a frown you leaned in to peck them briefly before nuzzling back into her neck where you left a smattering of lazy kisses. "I could use a nap."

Natasha pinched your hips playfully but it was all in good fun because she knew your teasing well enough. Her lips softly pressed to your temple before she shut the TV off and let the sound of your calmed breathing ease her into the best sleep she has ever gotten.

[caylusromanoff]

My princess.

Prompt: in a world of Dom's and subs it's normal to know who's owned by who. What happens when the truth comes out?

Natasha Romanoff X male reader.

Minors DNI.

"Natasha?" You call from your office and you smile at the patter of little feet running to the foor.

"yes daddy?" She asks looking up at you with nothing but submission in her eyes. You smile even wider and cup both of her cheeks in your hands, running your thumbs over them before leaning down to kiss her softly. She pulls away and takes note of your clothes and frowns.

"don't leave daddy" she says with a pout and you chuckle before kissing her forehead and shaking your head. You were dressed in a maroon button up and some skinny black jeans with smart black shoes, your hair styled to perfection and practically stinking of cologne. The shirt sleeves rolled to your elbows and the first two buttons undone, leaving your tattoos on show.

"shh princess, we don't whine do we?" You ask and she pouts harder before shaking her head and whispering her apologies. You let your eyes scan over her outfit and smile and the sweats and slightly baggy top she's wearing. "go get your shoes on for me. And bring me your collar when your done" she nods happily and runs off to get her shoes. Rolling your eyes you chuckle "No running in the house!" You shout after her and grab your wallet and keys before sitting down on a chair and waiting for her.

A couple seconds later she wanders into the room holding her black collar with the black widow symbol in the middle with your initials in it. She carefully hands it over to you before kneeling in-between your legs and you smile proudly. "My good girl" you whisper, rubbing your fingers over her cheek before leaning down to kiss her. She whimpers against your lips and you smirk pulling away and gently moving her hair out of the way so you can put her collar on.

Once you had it on you nod for her to stand and she gets up, hurrying away to grab her leash and coming back over to you. Clipping it on you make sure you both have everything you need before heading out to the car. You strap her in before you drive you two to the avengers tower.

About two months after Tony had given stark industries to pepper she had advertised for a partner and you had successfully gotten the job. So technically you were Starks boss and took great joy in reminding him of that.

The whole team were aware of everyone's titles and relationships. However, Natasha had never told anyone that she was married and already owned. She just never felt the need to.

You smile watching her playing with the stuffed animal she had brought along and listen to her singing along to the radio until you pull up to the compound. Jumping out of the car you run over to her side and open the door for her. She takes your hand and steps out before leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Thank you daddy" you nod at her with a wide smile and hold out your hand to which she places the handle of her leash before toddling off Infront of you.

You chuckle and allow her to lead you into the building. The receptionist looks as though she has seen a ghost and chooses not to say anything as you both disappear into the lift. The pinging of the door alerts everyone in the common room that someone was here however the sight that greeted them was not what they expected at all.

"no fucking way"

"language!"

"I knew it!"

"oh my god so cute"

"m-mr Y/ln?" You chuckle at the reactions from the avengers and allow Natasha to pull you forward to where she runs into Wanda's open arms. You allow her to greet everyone before calling her back over and gently taking her leash off and allowing her to run off with Wanda and Peter, the two other submissives in the room.

"alright alright. Calm down. I'm here to see Mrs stark. Yes Natasha is my submissive and little. If you have a problem with her you'll have me to answer to. I expect her to be treated in the same manner she has been for the last ten years. Understand?" They all nod at you, too scared to disagree and you smirk before walking away towards the office you shared with pepper.

Smiling at the coffee that was waiting for you on your desk you go through some of the paperwork that you have before pepper arrives and you both get on with your meeting. About half way through you both hear the door crack open and look over to see an upset Natasha holding her stuffed animal that she had in the car. "Excuse me" you whisper to pepper before heading over to the door and picking Natasha up.

"hi little love. What's the matter?" You ask her softly and she just whimpers, hiding her face in your neck and crying softly. Pepper looks over at you with a soft look before standing up and walking out of the office. You take Natasha over to your desk and sit on the chair with her straddling your lap.

"baby girl? Can you tell daddy what's the matter?" You ask again and she whimpers once more before leaning back and wiping her eyes before looking directly into yours.

"i-i missed you d-daddy an-an' Bucky saids dat' h-his daddy is better than you. S-saids your older a-an suppos'ed be stronger but 'ou not 'venger like 'im" you sigh and clench your jaw before bringing Natasha close again and kissing the side of her head. Bouncing her slightly to soothe her.

"listen to me baby okay? Daddy is older than Steve, and yes I am stronger. But that's why I'm not on the team okay? I am drafted as an avenger yes, and I could join the team right now if I wanted to. But I sit on the sidelines and do your paperwork for you instead" you let out a giggle causing the little one in your arms to giggle too.

"baby im the one they send on the missions that are deemed too dangerous for any of you. Remember when I go away for business trips? They're missions baby. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd worry. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about okay? I promise. Daddy isn't going anywhere" she nods against you and you rock her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear until the door opens again and pepper comes in with a little bag of toys and an ice-cream and a bottle of milk. You playfully gasp and tickle Natasha's sides.

"baby look! Look what auntie pepper got for you" nat leans back and squeals when she sees all of her favourite things. You let her climb down from your lap and attach her leash to her wrist before she flops down on the floor at your feet and begins playing with the toys. "What do you say to pepper baby?'

"tank 'ou aun'ie pepper" you smile at your little one and shake your head playfully. You couldn't be more thankful for Natasha. She wasn't only your submissive and your little but she was also your wife, your soulmates and companion for life. You definitely wouldn't have made it this far without her.

(sorry it's so short. I'll try and see if I can get another done later on. I wanted to apologise aswell for the wait and delay. I just have a lot going on right now. Thank you for all of your support :)

[abbyromanoff]

Request! Fem!reader x Natasha. Reader is hunting natasha as she is an assassin. Natasha (pre-shield) in her freelance days, captures Reader and tortures her using sex (not letting her cum etc) to see who is hunting her. They turn into “enemies with benefits” if u yk what I mean

NEVER KNOW

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT:

WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of killing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denials, enemies to lovers typa feel, strap on usage, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“You can take one more-“

“No,”

“Yes, you can.” She demanded, and you had no choice but to listen and comply. Her cock teased your g-spot with every thrust and led your mouth to part in a loud moan. The harness around her hips brought a small brush of the clit, causing her pace to quicken in hopes of reaching a further state of arousal.

“P..please, I can’t t-take anymore.” You mumbled out quietly, teary eyes glancing towards the woman in hopes of mercy being shown. But you didn’t even know if you truly wanted mercy, you just wanted her.

She was meant to be your enemy, the one you’d capture and turn in for your boss's approval, but it didn’t end the way you expected. Instead, you laid on a slightly hardened bed, your back beginning to ache with every thrust - but she didn’t care, she enjoyed this.

“Fucking slut. You like this, hm? You like Daddy fucking this tight cunt?” Her hands tightened on your hips that were raised to meet her liking, it had been like this for what felt like hours.

You knew there was a slim chance of even spotting her, not to mention taking her in as a prisoner. She was a highly trained assassin, the best of the best, you had no chance of coming close. Fury practically set you up for failure, and now you were stuck as her slave.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m close, baby.” This was her third orgasm in the last twenty-two minutes, and you wondered how that was even possible. Either way, you accepted the shots of cum that she let seep into your womb. The strap was designed with tech to release artificial cum, but you began wondering if it was even fake. If she had gotten this, stating she has been waiting to use it on you, who knows if she adjusted the settings or not? It would be difficult to do so, yet she could do anything she set her mind to, she was just that good.

“Gonna be such a good girl for your Daddy, yeah? You wanna be a good slut for me?” You nodded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. She slapped them, gripping onto your left mound and tweaking the sore nipple. You bit your lip, nearly crying from the sensation.

“Can’t wait for these to leak milk for me. Fuck, I just know you’ll taste so fucking good.” She pressed her hungry lips to the hard bud, moaning as she imagined the sweet liquid. This didn’t distract her, though. No, she continued to let her pelvis bone slap against yours painfully. The room was filled with the sound of cheeks clapping together and reeked of sweat and sex. It was like a taunt, as if the air wanted to show you how humiliating and disgusting you were.

“P-please, Nat, I need to cum…so- bad!” Your nails raked down her back, clawing at the skin as she hissed in pain. Blood began to drip, and she only hummed in delight.

“Soon, baby girl, Daddy gets to cum first.” She already had multiple times, but that didn’t stop her. She wanted to make you suffer, it brought her enjoyment.

“I can’t h-hold on-“

“Yes, you can.” She retorted in a rough manner. You couldn’t listen to her anymore, you needed to finish. It was becoming unbearable, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Did- did you just-“ Came her voice after a few moments. You debated on how to get away with it, but you knew the punishment would be worse. But you didn’t care, you needed this more than she could imagine.

“I- I’m sorry, Nat-“ A slap came to your face, causing your skin to start reddening.

“You don’t get to call me that. You’re such an ungrateful fucking whore, can’t even wait till I give permission.” You sniffled quietly, and she only groaned in response.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till I’m satisfied, you got that? And then maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. But for now, you’re my bitch and you’re gonna fucking act like it.”

“Yes, Daddy..”

It would be a long night, and you wouldn’t change this for the world.