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firstprincehornyramblings · 5 months

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All Tied Up 2.0 (Babygirl Edition)

Summary: Now you get to tie up Nicky! You only managed that because you made a deal with him. (18+) Kinks/Tags: (light) bondage, (kind of) edging, begging, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm (giving) , oral sex, desperate kisses, daddy-ing, babygirl fingered to (a few) tears, implied prior sexual relationship of some kind.

First Person POV (no y/n inserts) This was done to allow for a non gender, sexuality, or race specific reader.

Enjoy!

“Chair, are you sure a chair?” You asked, looking over at Nicholas. Taking a moment to look over his broad frame as he pulled off his shirt. “I said chair, I meant chair,” he clarified, watching you now as you struggled with the toy chest, his toy chest. “Can you not find the ropes?” he asked. “No sorry, I was distracted by the chair request. I am entirely confident you could escape from a chair.” You said before tugging the bundle of ropes out of the box. “Got them.” Nick gave you an approving nod then and started walking toward the sitting room. “I could get out of a chair, or at the least knock it over, but I the point is that won’t, I thought that this was about submission?” he asked looking over to you catching up with him. “Yeah but, are you actually going to take everything I dish out?” You teased, “You don’t typically /submit/ well Galitzine.” He shrugged a shoulder, “I said I would.” He said stopping in front of an open backed chair, “This one will do.” He said nodding. “Yeah, you said you would because you want to do kinky shit to me. And I said only if you do this.” You quipped, “Correct,” Nick nodded, “That’s how these sorts of things work, I stroke you, you stroke me back..” You heaved a little sigh, “Pun intended?” “Absolutely, are you ready?” He asked taking a seat in the chair.

“You know I don’t think that taking a crop to my ass counts as a ‘stroke’ Babygirl,” you teased taking a finger and booping the tip of Nick’s nose. “Mhn, your perfect ass sweetheart, don’t forget that it’s perfect.” He said it wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted your shirt, dipping his head under it and giving your stomach kisses, soft little nips. “Stop, you’re not in charge here,” you said pulling your shirt back. “Right sorry,” Nick said despite resting his hands on your waist, giving your hip bones a lil squeeze, looking up at you, “Bonus points if you undress for me, gorgeous.” He said flashing that charming smile. “Alright alright,” you said shoving him to sit back in the chair some, undoing the bundle of ropes, “Hands behind your back.” Nick flashed another grin, and nodded, sitting back and putting his hands behind the back of the chair. “Work down, start at my shoulders,” he began and you cut him off, “I know, I know,” But Nick kept talking, “Back of my arms, yes, wrap down, wrap around the chair when you reach a part of it, taught but not tight.”

“Does the daddy switch ever fucking turn off?” You teased as you tied his arms back behind the chair, “No,” he answered cooly. “Wait,” you said pausing as you tied his wrists together now, adding a lil bow for good measure, “How am I supposed to do this without breaking my back?” You asked stepping back in front of him. This earned you a laugh from Nick, cool, amused, a soft chuckle. “Well, there’s always the option to get on your knees for me, pumpkin.” You cocked your head and reached up, popping his cheek, it wasn’t really a slap, more just a ‘stop being annoying’ gesture. “Mhn, now now, love, if you’re going to hit me do it right.” He said, his jaw tightening as those familiar bedroom eyes and confident smile focused on you. “Serious?” you asked, “As a heart attack.” He answered immediately, and you nodded to him, before pulling back, and slapping him a bit harder this time

Immediately his eyes fluttered, pale cheek already reddening as he looked back up at you, “Impressive for someone who’s begged me to breed them before.” He teased, and like that, another slap. His opposite cheek already reddening. “Mhn, thank you.” He said in a purr. But as you stepped closer, hand on hip, giving your best threatening look as you grabbed his chin between your fingers. “Are you going to really submit to me? Are you going to be a good boy?” You asked in your best stern voice. “I’m.. certainly going to try.” His voice was lower, softer, dangerously close to his morning voice, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Well, good.” Was all you could manage, and you noticed his faint smile. “Do you like that? Being in control of me?” He asked, and you pressed a finger against his lips, “Stop saying things like that, you’re ridiculous, and I’m determined to be the one making a mess of you, not the other way around.” And he gave a soft ‘Mm’ noise, like agreeing but opening his lips, eagerly sucking at your finger in such a graphic way as he watched you. “God you’re such a whore!” You scolded with a laugh as you took your hand back. “Don’t make me punish you.” Both of you knew it was an idol threat, you were barely managing the domination, but it was worth it to say it.

You did step back now, finally pulling off your own clothes, discarding them to the side as Nick watched with such an enamored expression. “Incredible, darling.” He said running his eyes up the length of your body, “Like artwork.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it was that or blush. “Silver tongued bastard.” You said stepping closer, resting both hands on his face, making him look up at you. “Mhn, I am.” He hummed, “Which is why you should be sitting on my face.” He almost purred those words, smiling up at you. “Shut up,” you whispered half against his lips, leaning in to kiss him then. This silenced him though, as he gave the softest groan into that kiss, sitting up straighter so you wouldn’t have to bend over as much for the kiss. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and tongue-y, licking into each other’s mouths, as your hands found his hair, playing in it all the while.

Once you finally broke the kiss though, catching your own breath, Nick was looking up at you, panting himself. His eyes starving as they watched you move. “Pillow, if I’m going to be on my knees?” You asked but he shook his head, “Of course, get whatever you like darling.” With a nod you stepped to his couch, grabbing a pillow and tossing it on the floor in front of the chair he was strapped into. And once you got on your knees in front of it, you couldn’t help but notice Nick grinning down at you, “So pleased with yourself aren’t you?” you asked, your hands running up and down his still clothed thighs. “How could I not be?” he cooed. “We’ll see how long it lasts,” you said, reaching up to tug off the pajama pants he’d been wearing, so cozy from this morning. They slipped down rather easily, the stretchy material making quick work of it. And once you tossed his pants aside, you quickly tugged his underwear down and tossed it aside as well.

“Mhn, I always forget how pretty your cock is.” You said softly, running your hand over his still half soft length. “You’re so sweet,” he answered in such an affectionate way. At your touch though, Nick was immediately spreading his thighs wider, sliding down some in the chair, just so everything was a bit easier for you. Admittedly, how easily he submitted like that surprised you, but you reminded yourself it didn’t mean anything yet. “Let’s get you hard first, or it won’t be any fun right?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart, you’re in charge.” He hummed in response, watching as you picked up the bottle of lube you’d brought in with the ropes. After flipping the top open, and using your free hand to gently hold Nick’s cock, you drizzled a thin line of the lube down his length. “Holy shit, that’s.. so cold.” He laughed, giving a little shiver, and looking down at you with an amused look, “Imp.” He scolded you, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I couldn’t resist,” you admitted as you used both hands, massaging the lube over his skin, before wrapping both hands around his length, slowly moving up and down his cock. Your eyes shifted between his face, how his eyes fluttered shut and his full lips parted silently, the softest smile on them; and his now hardening cock in your hands. It really was so pretty to you, so very now hard and… pink.

“That feels nice,” he whispered after a moment, his eyes opening back up to look down at you. “And you look so fucking good on your knees for me.” Even from this stage, he was still trying to play daddy. “Glad you like it, and the view,” you teased, one hand holding his cock now as the other slowly worked up and down focusing just at the head. “How’s that feel?” You asked quietly. “Incredible.” Nick panted, as if you couldn’t tell, as if he wasn’t completely hard at your touch now. “Good, now you can wait!” you said playfully, wiping your slick hands on his thighs, partly to clean them, partly because you knew he’d follow that with an ‘Oh gross, come on!’ and he did.

“Shh,” you cooed, your hands moving to pull at his calves some, “Scoot closer, I want to get to your ass easier.” You said, and Nick happily obliged. He scooted as much more forward as the restraints allowed, but it was plenty for you to have room to complete your next task. Your hands reaching to spread his ass and crouch even lower, almost underneath him. It wasn’t exactly like he was sitting on your face, but it was enough to bring that memory to mind, as you pressed your lips against his skin, kissing gently, and beginning to give soft licks at his entrance. You heard him curse above you, giving a low groan as you began to use more focused, intentional licks. “Thank you darling,” he panted, “That feels amazing.” You didn’t really stop to answer him, just mumbling a soft ‘welcom’ Nicky’ against his skin, before pressing your face tighter against him. Both hands keeping his cheeks spread as you teased his hole, your tongue poking and prodding, lapping over him, completely fueled by the beautiful noises he was making as you did.

He wasn’t shy about it, moaning loud, and desperate, peppering in ‘so fucking good’ and ‘just like that’ in between his compliments to you. Once you did finally pull back, fingers massaging over that hole as you sat back up in front of him, he was already panting heavily. “Want more Babygirl?” You couldn’t help but pull out that nickname, and he was far too worked up to care about context at this point, “Please.” You grabbed the lube again, this time applying it to your fingers, and to his entrance, massaging it for a moment before pushing a finger into him. He made the softest groan as you did, quite like he was adjusting to it. “It’s just a finger Nicky, it’s not too much right?” You teased. But again, Nick was far too worked up to feed into the banter, “No,” he panted, shaking his head. “Good.” You cooed, pumping your finger into him steadily, resting your free hand on one of his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart. “Will you touch my cock, please?” he asked after a moment. “No,” you said flatly, “Not until I decide you deserve it.”

Nick whined at your denial, “But I’m being so good for you,” he pleaded. Your answer came in the way of pushing a second slick finger into him slowly, smiling as he made a more desperate sound. “Fuck, please.” He whined again, his voice growing more desperate. “I said no Nick,” you said more firmly now, but that didn’t stop him from giving a whimper. “I’m going to keep asking,” his words almost broken as you worked those two fingers into him. “Shit,” he gasped, his head falling back against that chair, biting his bottom lip as he just whined against it. “I know it’s so much,” you soothed, “But you can handle it for me.” It didn’t seem to help, all it did was make him give a pathetic groan, “I really can’t, I need more, please.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, “Like another finger, you want another finger?” You asked, picking up the lube to make sure a third was well lubed and ready for him. “No,” he whined, and it sounded more like a dry sob, “Like you playing with my cock, just a little, please.”

“Mhn, sorry Babygirl, best I can do is another finger,” you teased, pushing the third into him gently then. As you did, Nick made an almost choked whimper, tossing his head to the side, resting it against his shoulder, like trying to hide it there as he whimpered. “Oh, so dramatic,” you cooed. “I’m sure you’ll be okay when I find your sweet spot baby,” you said as you worked those three fingers into him. “I won’t be!” he sounded so exasperated, like you were literally killing him. “Fuck!” he was a bit louder then, almost yelling it, but in such a desperate frustrated way. Your fingers were working into him steadily now, pumping into him constantly as you pressed your thumb against his skin, just under his balls. Adding the slightest massaging pressure in unison with your fingers. All it got from Nick was a choked sob, and you could feel him clench against your fingers, but he sounded on the verge of tears.

“I.. swear to fucking god.” He began pleading already, “Every time your fingers… fuck.” He whimpered again, lips falling open in a desperate moan as he tried to speak. “Every time your fingers… hit just the right spot..” he gasped, biting his bottom lip before speaking again, “It’s like I’m seeing starts, I’m so..” and he whined again, “Fuck baby!” his tone was so desperate you couldn’t help but smile, even if it did just make you move your fingers faster. “You said you could take it Nicky,” you shot back at him, recalling all the times he’d said something similar to you when you got overstimulated. “You have.. no idea.” He panted, “It’s like having your back scratched everywhere except the spot that itches.” He gasped, “Except it's a fucking orgasm!” That came out as another dry sob, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears now. “Well, can you beg for me?” You asked him, your hand on his thigh beginning to rub up and down his inner thigh, just teasing him with that stimulation so close but not quite close enough.

Immediately he broke into those begs, “Please.” He gasped, “Please, fuck please, please touch my cock, I’ll do anything.” He whimpered so loudly, looking back down at you now. His expression desperate, brow furrowed, he looked a mess, red cheeks and swollen lips. You could feel him clench against your fingers again as he made such a pathetic whine, “Please… baby, please, please touch my cock. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for teasing earlier.” It was another dry sob. “I’ll.. please I’ll do whatever after this, get you off however you want, please. I need it, I need to cum for you so bad, please.” There was a smile on your lips as you raised your hand JUST above his cock, not touching him yet. “You promise to fuck me extra hard after this?” You asked. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “Yes anything please!”

As soon as you lowered your hand, wrapping it around his cock, he made the most pathetic sobbing noise, whimpering as his hips arched toward you some, “Thank you, thank you, please more, please.” He begged immediately. But as you began moving your hand, slowly up and down his length, that was all Nick needed. He was giving those dry sobs, nodding to you with that same desperate look, “Thank you so much yes, just like that, can I cum baby? Can I cum for you please?” It made you giggle, and not in a mean way, because honestly, he was so endearing like this. “Of course Babygirl, show me what a big load you worked up for me.” As soon as you gave him permission though, stroking him a bit faster, your hand just tight enough. Your fingers still working inside of him, pumping just hard enough, and he was crying out, sO loudly. His head fell back his shoulders seeming to arch against the restraints as he reached his orgasm. And he made such a mess, shooting ropes over your hand, and wrist, over his stomach and thighs, some even managing to reach his chest. For a brief moment you noted how close it got to his perfect lips, maybe you should try that again later. But Nick kept making those pathetic little sobs as he rode it out, his body jerking with each slight touch of either of your hands, whimpering, and whining. And as you slipped your fingers out of him, you wrapped both hands around his cock. Using both to stroke him now, letting your wrists twist slightly as you moved them up and down his cock. If you thought he was loud before… oh now, it was obscene, he gasped and yelped, immediately launching into more pleading, “Okay okay stop! Please no more!” His voice sounding so much like a sob you had to look up to see if it actually was. “What’s wrong baby, I thought you wanted me to touch your cock?” You teased, but the only response you got was a soft, desperate, “Please stop.” Just so defeated sounding that it did make you stop. “Oh Nicky, okay, it’s okay I’m stopping.” You cooed as you took your hands off, “It’s okay baby.”

Once your hands were off him, he was relaxing some, just panting softly as his body almost went limp. And you grabbed your shirt from the floor, wiping your hands just to stand up and cup his face in your hands, “It’s okay baby, you did so good.” You soothed him, petting at his face lovingly, your thumbs wiping at the moisture in the corner of his eyes. He gave you a soft nod, “Kisses, please?” How could you even think about saying no? Leaning down you kissed him, reaching behind him to start undoing those ropes, untying them as fast as you could, kissing him so gently. His own kisses were soft, but desperate, like he thought he might die if you didn’t keep kissing him. Once his arms were free, he wrapped them around you, pulling you to sit on his lap, just pulling you close up against his body. After a moment he broke the kisses, nuzzling his forehead to yours, his face against yours. “Sorry, I’m getting you sticky.” He whispered, seeing as how your body was pressed against him.

It made you laugh softly though as you rested a hand on his chest, “It’s okay baby, you’re gonna fuck me into oblivion soon anyway right?” You teased. Nick gave a soft nod, still pressing his face against yours, finally seeming to recover some now, “Of course,” he said softly, smiling as he leaned in for more kisses. “Did I do okay?” he asked against your lips, making you smile. “You did amazing,” you said your free hand resting on his cheek again, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” You said playfully. “Mhn told you I could do it.” He said just as softly, before pressing his lips against yours again.

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autisticprentiss · 1 year

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Sleepover

Emily Prentiss X reader.

You and Emily start cuddling to help each other sleep on away cases. It's probably not the best idea when you're both hiding feelings for the other.

Part 1/?

Not edited, and posted from mobile :/

/ Wednesday 7th, 11:55 pm. Seattle. /

You stand with the team watching Hotch talk with the motel receptionist. You can tell from the way she doesn't quite meet Hotch's eyes that you're not getting as many rooms as he's asking for.

You've been with the BAU for 6 months now and have managed to avoid sharing a room on non-local cases up until now.

Hotch takes the offered keycards from the receptionist, and heads back over to the team.

"We got two shared rooms, any volunteers?" He says.

You shrug, "I'll share," it's 5 to midnight and you know you won't be spending that much time at the hotel while you're on the case anyway, so you may as well try and get into a bed quickly.

Emily nods, "I'll room with Agent Y/N."

Hotch hands you each a key marked for room 305 and waits for anyone else to volunteer.

After a moment of silence, Hotch sighs, "Okay, Morgan and Reid; you're sharing too. Everybody get some rest, we'll meet back here at 8am."

You see Rossi and JJ both silently cheer and thank Hotch as they grab their keycards and run off like they're worried Hotch will change his mind.

Emily laughs as Morgan grumbles under his breath as he takes the other matching keycards from Hotch.

"Please, no podcasts tonight." He begs Reid and they walk off towards the elevator with Hotch.

It's just you and Emily left in the small reception area, you quickly look at her then dart your eyes to the stairwell, already starting to move when you challenge her, "Race you?"

You don't stick around to hear her reply, but you can hear her footsteps right behind you as you race up the stairwell.

You're at the door first, but the lock refuses to accept your card and Emily smirks as she unlocks the door on the first try.

"I guess we'll call it a tie?" She suggests, laughing as she drops her go-bag on the bed closest to the window.

You both go about your routines, getting ready for bed silently and whisper your "Goodnights" into the darkness.

/ Thursday 8th, 1:30am /

You turn again, bury your head in the pillow and try not to scream.

You've been trying to fall asleep for over an hour now, and everytime you feel you might be close you jolt awake.

"Trouble sleeping?" Emily asks.

You mumble, "I'm used to a weighted blanket at home, just need to adjust."

You can hear her shuffle about in her bed, before she speaks, "Come over here. Bring your bedding, I'm the big spoon." Emily's voice has a finality to it, and you know she'll just insist if you argue so you sigh and throw your pillow at her, dragging your blanket behind you.

She pulls you to lay next to her, covering you both with the blankets and shifting until she's comfortably pressed against your back.

"Sleep now," She says, throwing her arm around your stomach.

After barely 10 minutes you feel her breathing even out on the back of your neck, and you relax fully against her and fall asleep.

/ 6:40am /

You wake up slowly, warm, minutes before your alarms due to sound off. You and Emily must have both moved around in your sleep, instead of spooning you, she's now on her back with you cuddling her side like a baby koala. You have one leg thrown over her hips and your head is buried in the crook of her neck, you wish you weren't just cuddling as friends or co-workers, you want to wake up with the casual intimacy of nosing along her jawbone, trailing kisses along her skin until she stirs.

Instead, you gently nudge her shoulder, sneak in a quick boop to her nose, "Em, you might wanna wake up soon."

She mumbles something, you're not sure it's English, and pulls herself up to rest on her elbows.

"I think I know what 'well rested' means now, that's the best I've ever slept." Emily sounds surprised, and you hum.

"Maybe we should cuddle more often," you joke.

"I might take you up on that, seriously I don't even think I need coffee this morning."

"That's a shame, I was going to shout you for getting me to sleep last night."

"I said I don't need coffee, not that I didn't want it." She pouts, you pull yourself away and out of bed to where your go-bag ended up and fish your wallet out, throw it towards Emily's bed.

"3 sugars with milk please? I'm gonna grab a quick shower."

You shower quickly, just finishing up when you hear Emily come back in the room. You dry and dress quickly, heading back into the main room.

Emily hands you a coffee cup and small brown paper bag, "I brought you a crossant too."

You thank her and both of you sit at the small coffee table, flicking through the case file and sharing some thoughts while you eat.

At 7:30 Emily crumples her cardboard coffee cup and sighs, "I'll shower and we'll head down to the lobby."

"Sounds good," you nod.

/ 8am /

Emily and yourself are the first to reach the lobby, with Morgan and Reid close behind, playfully arguing with each other as they exit the elevator.

"How and why do you two look so awake and alert?" Morgan asks.

You laugh, "We didn't room with Reid," and Emily makes a mock snoring sound.

You, Morgan and Emily all laugh while Spencer glares. Hotch, Rossi and JJ exit the elevator together and everyone stands up a little straighter, ready to receive your assignments and head down to the precinct.

Hotch clears his throat, "Reid and Y/L/N you'll head to the precinct and meet with Detective Babineaux, he'll show you where we can set up a workspace. Prentiss and Rossi, go down to the mourge and see M.E Chakrabarti and the two victims' bodies. JJ, Morgan, you're with me, we're speaking to the victims' families."

Everyone nods along as he speaks, and you break off into your groups. Since the Medical Examiner's office is part of the precinct, you, Reid, Rossi and Emily share an SUV.

All thoughts of sharing a bed with Emily again are gone from your mind as you focus entirely on the cases, reading over Reid's notes while Emily drives.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #reader insert #criminal minds #i havent posted any writing since Amerikate was the biggest kate bishop ship pls give me feedback? 💕

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gingerlurk · 6 months

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 6: The Boy

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: You and the Mandalorian are working well together. But as you try to move away from your past, it comes to you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, canon-typical violence, it's a cantina scene folks. Reader has a past lover and nicknames. Uhhhh please advise if there's more to add here thank you

A/N: I'll make a master list page or something at some point. Halp. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, A03. Thank you for reading! (Edit: one Masterlist, chef.)

A matrix of dust motes hangs in the doorway of the old cantina, swaying on the hot breeze that toys with the air. A skewed rectangle of harsh sunlight paints the floor of the entryway. The bar is scattered with weary folks, their hardness loosened steadily with each drink poured.

Although not loose enough that every blaster in the place doesn’t swivel to the door as the feared and revered bounty hunter, clad head to toe in armour and bristling with weapons, steps across the threshold. The figure struts passed several readied muzzles and leans against the bar.

A cocky, acerbic bark of laughter erupts from a ferocious looking man in Tuskan threads, who stands from the table he’d been counting credits at. He’s the only one not pointing a weapon at the towering presence, who is looking at him with unreadable intent. The leader just rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck a few times, confident his crew has his back. Every one of them answers to him or finds an unpleasant end.

‘Seriously, man,’ his loyal 2IC spits. He’s closest to their adversary, weapon cocked and ready. ‘To just stroll in and not think 30 blaster sights would be trained immediately on that shiny, pretty kit you’re in? Like we haven’t been watching for you from second one!’

The Mandalorian cocks his head, the angular features of his helmet glinting in the harsh light.

He speaks.

‘It was not me you should have been watching for.’

‘Beep, boop,’ you chime from behind the squared off gang leader, pressing the scanner to the rigid veins of his neck.

‘Ow!’ He jerks around while slamming a huge, grimy hand to the spot. He takes you in, hood pulled low over your hair and a patterned green scarf over your nose and mouth, eyes dancing with amusement. ‘Who the goddamn, fucking, hellish—’ He curses as you check the little read-off and smirk, tossing the unit to the 2IC standing next to Mando.

The guy catches it, checks the screen and goes red. ‘Oh you asshole!’ His pistol swings to point squarely at his boss. The rest of the room hesitates. ‘It’s fuckin’ positive.’ He holds the scanner screen aloft.

Every other blaster makes the same move. The ‘leader’, Kemor is his name, whirls around, taking in the change of situation. So quick, his people have turned. He rounds back on you. ‘You little, fucking, asshole!’ He roars, telegraphing a huge roundhouse swing at your head.

You lean back to let his fist take in the air where your head was. Converting to a light crouch, you take three quick jabs up into the side he’s exposed to you. He exclaims in surprise, rights himself and makes to lunge straight at you. Easy. Feet shift and his momentum is carried across your shoulders and into a stack of stools, pointy ones. He shouts a litany of expletives and threats about what he’ll do when his hands get on you as you hop lightly from foot to foot.

Over by the bar, the 2IC watches, positioning his aim to and fro as Kemor lunges about the place. He leans slightly to Mando. ‘Aren’t you going to, like, help her or anything, man?’

‘She has it handled,’ he replies, amusement in his tone.

In front of you, Kemor sets his stance and grips his hands into a heavy hammer fist. He makes to raise it over his head, getting ready to smash it down onto you. Every single pressure point on his body is laid before you and you move lightning fast to lay waste to his tender joints. You lift a foot to jam into the backs of his knees to help him into a kneeling position as you spin behind him.

‘Beep, boop,’ you say again and drop a mechanical circlet around the crown of his head. It sinks over his ears and eyes and he goes still.

‘What, wha…’ He wrenches around in distress. ‘Help! Help? I can’t see; I can’t, I can’t hear! What the fuck have you done to me!’ He starts to whimper.

You touch a notch on your wrist brace. Kemor straightens up and tilts his head to the side.

‘Oh my god, man. Fine. You can hear now, okay? Just chill.’ The quarry doesn’t even fight you locking a pair of cuffs across his wrists behind his back.

‘Huh, impressive,’ the 2IC huffs out a laugh.

The Mandalorian finally steps forward and hauls the now-captured bounty to his feet. Grogu rises in his pod from the booth you and he had previously been sitting at, munching on a fistful of biscuits. ‘Let’s go,’ Mando says. ‘I assume that will not be an issue?’ He tips his helmet back toward the new leader by the bar.

‘Psh, take him man. Get this fuck out of my sight.’ As you stride past him you motion for the scanner. He tosses it back to you, muttering, ‘Fucking let him stay with my mother with that shit in him. Hope he fuckin’ rots.’

Outside, Din frog marches the bounty in front of him, who’s still whimpering and craning his head to and fro while stumbling every few steps. He’s thinking to himself he should probably give you a more generous cut of the reward on this clown. Seems fair since you handled yourself so well in there.

You two had worked a few jobs together since the agreement. Although you’d been content to hang back and learn the ropes. This job had Din stumped for a while, wondering at the best approach, and you’d had the decoy idea. A very tidy method. Although your sense of style may be something to comment on.

The imposing, beskar clad bounty hunter looks over at you strolling beside Grogu, light-heartedly trying to steal one of the biscuits from the squawking kid.

‘Did you really say… “beep, boop”?’ Din startles as the child bursts into a high-pitched fit of giggles. ‘What’s so funny, kid?’

You’re chuckling too. ‘I told him I bet I could get you to say that.’

The long-suffering sigh and slight shake of the head makes you crack up even more.

‘Hey!’ A shout from behind registers but he takes no notice, watching you wipe the mirth from your eyes. ‘Hey, hey wait!’ Footsteps running. Then Din hears your name.

Your head snaps to him, eyes wide. You punch at your brace. Your bounty startles a little.

‘Lady! Hey lady! I can’t hear again please!’ He’s shut up by Din kicking him to his knees and laying a firm hand to his shoulder. ‘Oh, oh- okay, I’ll just wait here for a minute.’

You both spin, spying a figure with an arm raised jogging from the direction of the gang’s cantina.

He comes to a stop in front of the three of you.

‘So…’ The figure straightens up. ‘That was cool back there.’

The hubbub of the town centre floats around your little group. You’re stood stock still. Din waits for your move.

‘Oh, come on, you recognise me don’t you? I know it’s been a long time but still.’ He pops his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels, a gesture Din seems to find loathsome on instinct. ‘Although,’ the guy continues, eyeing you from head to toe, another motion that scratches at Din’s hate reflex. ‘It seems things have changed a bit for you. You’re a friggin’ bounty hunter? Wow.’

Din looks to you, clocking your rigid shoulders and narrow eyes. He bets if he checked your heart rate it’d be thundering. He makes to manoeuvre into an angle beside you for ease of leaping forward in defence. But you take one massive stride toward the stranger, so forcefully the guy steps back a little.

‘Yep,’ you grit. ‘So it would be wonderful if you didn’t shriek my name in the street like an asshole?’

Hands go up in a surrender gesture. ‘Shit, right. Yeah, sorry. That was pretty stupid. But damn was I floored when I saw you in there. You! Miss Five-Dresses-Per-Season-Party, rocking a Kevlar jumpsuit and going all hands with this fucker here.’ He makes some weak martial arts motions then points at Kemor. ‘You know I knew he was stimmin’ that shit? Was waitin’ to make my move, but oh well.’ He shrugs.

‘I almost didn’t believe it was really you! But,’ he leans in, ‘I’d recognise that feisty little voice of yours anywhere.’

Din kills out of necessity. Could eliminating skeevey leerers bothering you be considered a necessity?

You step back.

‘Well, we’ll be on our way, you ready?’ You turn to Din and stride forward, brushing arms a little. He hadn’t noticed he’d been edging closer to you. He hauls the bounty up again, who gives a little yell of surprise.

‘Woah, woah, wait! Hey, hold up!’ calls the stranger who knows who you are. You don’t stop. ‘Heyyy, hey, hey, hey, come on. I could have a job for you!’ You pick up the pace and Din shoves your prisoner forwards. But the creep just keeps hopping along behind you both.

‘Come on, this is serious! I guarantee just listening to me for a few minutes will be worth your time!’ He singsongs, ‘Just a few minutes of your time!’

Then, ‘I promise you’ll want to hear about this job Mando.’

That scheming, hopped-up, irritating jerk. What the hell would he want with Mando? Why’s he here? What’s his play? What are the odds? Gods, you didn’t think your old life would go and track you down out here.

And wow, he hasn’t changed one bit. Still those boyish curls and sparkling eyes… All this and more rushes through your mind as the three of you face each other again.

Torre has the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen. And you’ve seen him serve plenty of smirk.

Mando seems to be waiting for you.

You turn to him. ‘Do you want to hear what he has to say?’ you ask. He looks between the two of you.

‘It may be wise,’ he says, voice dangerous. ‘I would like to know what he knows of me.’

Torre – the prick – waves a hand. ‘We can get to that. But I’ll cut to the point. How would you like to join me in pulling off an awesome, honest to riches, fucking ship heist?’

You scoff. Mando regards him steadily. ‘We are bounty hunters,’ he says. ‘Not loth-cat burglars.’

That makes you give a ‘Ha!’ and you both move away again.

‘Huge score! Massive!’ Torre calls.

‘Not interested,’ you toss over your shoulder, turning into an alleyway cutting up to the marshal’s house.

‘You’ll be set for good! The old life, huh?’

That will not get a response out of you, although the temptation to turn back and knock his shit in is strong.

He’s stopped chasing after you though, so you prepare to breathe a sigh of relief and start to wonder how you’re going to explain this encounter to Mando.

‘How about a not insignificant cache of imp-minted, genuine article beskar?'

Fuck.

When you reluctantly turn around, the quarry is standing motionless on his own in the middle of the street. Grogu hovers uncertainly by your side, humming in concern. The Mandalorian is already right in Torre’s face.

‘What ship?’ His modulated voice is deadly low but still carries to your end of the alleyway.

‘I will be happy to tell you all about it,’ Torre says easily. ‘And more. If you agree to partner with me.’

You can see Mando shift his stance, moving into one of violent intent. This can’t escalate right now.

‘Hey! Heyyy! Fellas?’ They both look at you, one steely visor and one infuriating grin.

‘We have to get this guy in and settle up,’ you motion to the loan figure now swaying like he will tip over any second. ‘Can we talk about this someplace else?’

‘Great idea! Here,’ Torre takes a fob from a pocket and lofts it over Mando toward you. You catch it and look, a villa key. ‘That’s where I’m staying, come find me when you want to hear what I have in store.’ He takes a few steps backwards, out of Mando’s range, and pivots to saunter off.

Great.

When you are later standing on the steps of the marshal’s house, the mood is quiet and pensive. Mando is looking off to the side, still as midnight. He hasn’t said a thing since walking out of that alley. You had to do all the talking in there just now. It was weird. Grogu seems unsettled by the atmosphere as well, staying quiet. You sigh, just get into it.

‘We have to do it, don’t we?’

‘Who is he?’

‘We have to at least try; it’s too important to your p—Sorry?’

‘Who is he?’ His intimidating visage swivels to you.

Butterflies erupt in your belly. You feel a fresh burst of sweat on your neck that has nothing to do with the hot evening air. With your mouth suddenly full of cotton you decide to just burst the bubble.

With a heavy sigh, you say, ‘Ex-lover. From the Estate. Years ago I fucked him over, and he vanished. Thought I’d never see him again, to be honest.’

A stony wall of silence.

‘His name is Torre. He was a, they called it minsoliar, a highly skilled undercover house guard, acting as an artist in residence. I didn’t know it was an act, but precious heiress niece shouldn’t have been fucking with either anyway. Chose the Estate over him in the end.’

Is that all you should say?

‘He’s a born schemer, making plays and fancying himself a real spycraft agent. Won’t let go of a plan if it’s suitably juicy either.’

Stop now. Stop there. Just stew in the silence for a bit.

After a not insignificant portion of stew, Mando finally speaks up.

‘You are right,’ he says. You wait. ‘We do have to obtain that beskar. It is sacred to my people.’

Even though you knew it was coming, your shoulders slump a little. But you straighten quickly, hoping he didn’t notice. He gives nothing away.

‘You don’t trust him,’ he states.

‘Gods, absolutely not.’

‘Then we have to be careful.’ He stands and waits for you to head in the direction the fob indicates. You think nothing’s for it and get going.

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A mother's love

Created: 25.02.2023

Finished: 26.02.2023

Edited: 14.09.2023

Age: Newborn, 6, 9, 19

Word count: 12,782

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Coma, Health problems, Medical equipment

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Summary: After your solo mission goes wrong, Natasha is left to deal with the aftermath.

"Do you have everything?" Your mother asked you worried "Spare guns, enough weapons, two suits, all the information about the target, your Widow Bites?"

—

"Calm down, Mama." You calmly stated, placing your hands on her shoulders "I have everything I need. Besides, it's only a one-day mission." You pointed out "I'll be back before dinner."

"You better!" Your godmother, Wanda, laughed as she passed by you and your mom talking in the living room "I'm making your favorite for dinner tonight to celebrate your first solo mission."

"Thanks, Aunt Wanda!" You shouted after her "You are the best!"

"Alright, that's enough." Your kom sternly told you and you frowned at her, not understanding why the sudden change in her behavior "Promise me you'll be safe. Okay?" She said now in a soft and hushed tone "I need you to promise me that you won't start wandering off, doing God knows what, stupid things you might do instead of finishing your mission and do not, and I mean it, do not, by all means, let your guard down or ignore Maria's orders from the base. Do you understand it? Since you're going to be alone, there will be no one to have your back. That's why you need to be very cautious."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, tired of your mother's speech.

"Fine. I promise." You dragged out in a bored tone of your voice

"Thank you." Natasha nodded before moving her hands and resting them on your cheeks as she gently cupped your face "I love you so much, baby. Please be careful. I can't risk anything bad happening to you. You're all I have in this world. My miracle."

"You know, one day you'll have to finally tell me why you keep on calling me your miracle." You chuckled "It's not like you're the only woman in the world who had just one child."

Natasha kept silent for a moment before nodding as she gave you a small, shy smile.

"How about you come back to me in one piece and unharmed tonight and after dinner, I'll tell you why I call you that? Huh?" Natasha asked

"Deal!" You nodded quite excited about your mom's trade

Natasha pulled your face closer to her as she leaned and kissed your forehead.

"Be careful, my love." She whispered once she rested her forehead on yours, booping your nose with her own "Mama loves you so much."

"Love you too, Mama." You brightly smiled before having to interrupt the sweet moment "I really have to go now. See you at dinner." You called out as you started walking away to the QuinJet, leaving your mother alone with her thoughts and worries

—

"Natasha Junior? Do you copy?" Maria Hill asked you through the comms as she had been assigned to be the one to coordinate your mission from the S.H.I.E.L.D. quarters

"Firstly, I do, Agent Hill." You responded "And secondly, why do you keep on calling me Natasha Junior? My name is Y/N!"

"One day, kid." Maria answered "Maybe one day I'll tell you. Now focus on the mission." The brunette instructed "Your target is supposed to be on the fifth floor. Eliminate it!" She ordered

"My pleasure, Agent Hill." You smirked as you cut the transmission through your comms

You started to check every level of the building to make sure you eliminated any possible danger before making your way to the fifth floor. But something was awfully strange because there was no one in sight. Literally. Not one person in all four floors you checked before reaching the fifth.

"How's it going, Agent Romanoff the Second?" Maria asked

You rolled your eyes at her comment, getting more and more tired of people treating you like either a baby or as your mother's double.

"Maria, something's weird about this place." You answered, your voice slightly shaking, as you chose to ignore the nickname that Maria gave you only seconds ago

"What do you mean, kid?" Maria worriedly questioned as, back at the base where the older woman was, she made a sign with her hand, sending everyone around her in alert

"This building it's way too empty." You pointed out "Way too quiet."

"I think you should retreat, young agent." Fury's voice boomed in your ears through the comms as he, just now, connected his comms to your frequency, just like Maria "This doesn't smell good."

"Wait, Sir." You said as you loaded your gun "I'm going inside the room where our target is."

"Romanoff, no!" Fury shouted "I said retreat! Get out of there!"

"Too late, Nick. I'm going in." You ignored Fury's instructions and direct orders and banged open the door

The room was empty, with just one lonely chair sitting in the middle of the room. It was creepy. Just like in those movies you used to watch on a team movie night that your mother totally disagreed with the boys on letting you watch. One man, sitting on the chair, with his back at you, was the only other thing present in this room. You couldn't see his face, but from behind, it looked very much like your target. Approaching him with careful and silent steps, you held your gun up and aimed at his head.

You knew that by now, the man was supposed to notice your presence. But even if he did notice, your target made no move to indicate that he knew about your arrival. Slowly, you put your hand on the man's shoulder which felt so skinnier than any other normal shoulder, and spun the chair around.

"Cyka blyat!" You loudly cussed in Russian as you came face to face with a skeleton dressed in clothes and that was wearing a wig "It's a trap!"

"Y/N, get out of there!" Maria shouted "Now!"

You bolted towards the door, only to stop when some men started entering the room.

"I'm outnumbered." You let the headquarters S.H.I.E.L.D. team know what was happening

Maria, who was asked by your mom to take extra protection measurements for you on this mission, has ordered her backup team which was already on the field, waiting for Maria's orders, to go and take you out of there.

"Hill, hack the security cameras or any device that can show us what is happening over there." Fury ordered

"Already on it, Sir!" Maria started to quickly type something on her computer as multiple images of the same scene, viewed from different angles, popped up on the big screen for everyone to see

There you were, surrounded by different men, clearly outnumbered by far.

"Hi, guys!" You nervously laughed at the men in front of you "So I think this is a little misunderstanding. I have no idea who you guys are and I'll just leave." You looked around for a way out of this situation

You quickly spotted a window, not far behind you and you quickly turned around, ready to jump out through that window, only to be pulled back and pinned to the ground by one of the creepy men that started to form a circle around you.

You didn't even get time to register that you were now on the ground when those men started beating you.

Punches were thrown at you at an incredible speed as well as legs that were hitting you full force either on your back, stomach, or in your face.

"Great job, boys." The deep, cold voice of a man echoed throughout the entire room

The mysterious figure started clapping alongside with an evil laugh that made your ears feel as if something was scratching them from the inside out.

"Did they really think we wouldn't find out about their plan?" The same man asked "Let me see who they have sent after me this time."

All the men quickly stepped aside to allow their boss a clear view of your face.

You painfully rolled on your side and looked up at the man.

Your eyes going wide once you've recognized the man in front of you.

"My, my, my..." The man you now identified as your target, chuckled "If this isn't Natasha Romanoff herself!" The man smirked

"Actually..." You groaned "I'm her daughter, you moron."

The man's eyebrows shoot up in shock at your statement before a wide smile spread on his face.

"The universe never stops blessing me I see." The same man spoke "I'm looking for a Widow, only to come across an even more important little Widow. The greatest Black Widow's, Natasha Romanoff's, only offspring!" He laughed "The sun is shining on me today!"

You reached for your secret gun, only to have your hand smashed to the floor by one of the enemy's feet.

"I was just so hoping they would send your dear old mother here today as I have an old, unfinished business with her." The man continued "But seeing you here today, it's so much better than seeing her because I can get to your mother through you."

"Never!" You breathed out as you spitted some blood out of your mouth "I'll never tell you where my mother is hiding."

"Oh, but who said something about going to look for her when I have a better revenge in store for her and S.H.I.E.L.D. that will make them suffer immensely." The man laughed once again

"Oh yeah?!" You mocked him "I'll let you know that nothing you could ever do will manage to make them suffer even in the slightest."

"Is that so?" The man mocked you back with a smirk "Well I know one trick that will do the job." He looked up at his men "Kill Romanoff's daughter."

"Wait, what?!" You shouted as you started fighting around and trying to get out of the other men's grip, as one of them took out from behind his back a gun

You made one last attempt to free yourself but failed.

"Mama..." You mumbled scared under your breath as you shut your eyes tightly closed

"S.H.I.E.L.D, get down!" You heard someone screaming before total silence as you hit the ground full force

The enemy has shot his bullet.

And that bullet stopped right in your head.

Only darkness was left to accompany you from now on.

—

Back at the compound, Natasha was trying to watch her favorite movie to distract herself from worrying about you.

Keyword: 'Tried'.

Because, for the life of hers, she couldn't concentrate on the damn movie for one second as her mind was filled with worry and different scenarios of what could be happening on your mission right now.

"Hey, Nat." Wanda interrupted Natasha's trail of thoughts "I made you some popcorn."

"Thanks, Wanda." Natasha tried to smile at her friend

"You're thinking about Y/N, aren't you?" Wanda questioned as she put the bowl with popcorn aside and sat down next to Natasha

"I can't stop thinking about her. What if she's hurt? What if she needs me? What if she forgot something she might need at home?" Natasha started panicking as she voiced her worries "I'm her mother Wanda and I allowed her to go alone on that dangerous mission. I should have gone with her."

"Nat..." Wanda sighed "I know that it's hard to not worry about her. I worry about her as well. We all do. Because we all know what these missions mean but you have to let her grow. She's already a young adult and she needs to do things on her own. Even dangerous missions. That's how she learns."

"I know but..." Natasha stopped with a quiet gasp that left her lips as she raised her hand and rested it on her chest

"Are you okay?" Wanda worriedly asked, once she saw her friend and mentor suddenly scrunching her face in pain

"Something just happened..." Natasha breathed out painfully before her face drained out of all color as the realization settled in "Y/N..." She whispered "She needs me." The spy stumbled up on her feet "She's hurt..."

"Wow... Slow down mama bear." Wanda grabbed Natasha by her shoulders, keeping her in place as the older woman wanted to bolt toward the door "I think you've let your maternal instincts take too much control over you and they slowly started tricking you."

"Wanda, you don't understand..." Natasha cried out as tears were already streaming down her face "I have this feeling in my chest that tells me that something bad happened to my daughter. You'll fully understand when you'll have your own babies."

"Okay... Breathe, Natasha. Deep breaths." Wanda instructed, taking a few deep breaths, motioning to Natasha to do the same as her "Why don't we go and ask Maria first so we can ease your worries once you hear Y/N/N is okay?"

"Okay." Natasha nodded rapidly, urging Wanda to start moving faster "Let's go."

Not even two steps out the door and the compound filled with the sound of an alarm that worried the women even more than they already were.

"Are we under attack?" Wanda shouted in order to make herself be heard over the alarm

"I don't know!" Natasha looked around the room, scanning it for any threat

"Alert!" F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s robotic voice echoed throughout the entire compound "Dr. Banner's assistance is requested in the medbay immediately."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., what happened?" Natasha questioned the A.I.

"It appears that young Miss Romanoff was brought to the compound in critical condition." F.R.I.D.A.Y. clarified "Her vitals are hardly detectable, closer to none."

That was the moment when the world came crashing down on Natasha's shoulders.

Every word that Wanda was telling Natasha disappeared in space and time as the mother was staring into nothingness, unaware of her surroundings.

Wanda hadn't even bothered to try and snap Natasha out of her trance, as she just grabbed her friend's hand and quickly dragged her to the med bay, where the rest of the Avengers were already starting to fill the waiting room.

—

When Natasha snapped out of her daze, she found herself in a chair in the med-bay's waiting room with Clint and Wanda by each side of her.

"Clint?" Natasha whispered under her breath barely audible but the man heard her anyway as his head snapped in her direction

"Nat?" Clint quietly called his best friend to make sure he hadn't just imagined hearing her call him

"Why am I here?" Natasha mumbled confused "When have I came here?"

"You've been sitting here since about an hour ago." Clint explained "Y/N it's been in surgery ever since then."

The moment she heard your name, everything came back to Natasha.

The reason why she was sitting here.

"Where is she?" Natasha panicked "What happened to her?"

"Calm down first, okay?" Clint tried his best to calm the Russian woman from having a panic attack "The mission was a trap. They caught her and wanted to take revenge on us."

"What did they do to her?" Natasha asked through grinned teeth as anger and pain mixed together inside her

"They... umm..." Clint thought about how to say this in a more friendly way but honestly, there was none and he just sighed "They shot her."

"But she'll be fine, right?" Natasha's voice shook as the anger turned into heartbreak "Right?!"

"They shot her in the head..." Clint hesitantly continued his sentence "Bruce is trying his best to stabilize her and save her. By some miracle, she was still alive when the rescue team brought her back."

Natasha didn't have any more energy or will to say anything as she burst out sobbing.

The heart-wrecking sobs of a mother who has to live now with the fear that she might lose her baby forever at any given moment.

Everyone was silent.

None of the mighty heroes dared to say one word to their teammate, not even comforting words.

Just Wanda had enough courage to rub Natasha's back up and down.

"She's going to be okay." Wanda whispered when the silence became too much to handle "You'll see."

"What if she won't be?" Natasha sobbed "I can't lose her! She's all I have!"

"That won't happen, Nat." Wanda said "She loves us too much to leave us and we all love her even more than she loves us. If she survived till here she's going to keep surviving just like she did from the first moment of her existence."

Natasha nodded but she couldn't bring herself to say anything more, good or bad.

—

It's been the longest 10 hours in Natasha's life as she waited for any news, no matter how small it was, about her daughter's state.

"I feel like I'm about to lose my mind very soon." Natasha spoke up "That is if I haven't lost it already."

"We know, Nat." Steve sympathetically said "But all we can do is wait and hope she'll be okay."

All voices were silenced when the door of the waiting room was opened and none other than an exhausted Bruce, stepped inside with a sad look on his face.

Every person in the room jumped on their feet as some of them were sitting on the chairs and the rest of them on the floor and circled their friend anxiously waiting for any update.

Natasha being at the front and center of the waiting group.

"Please tell me that my daughter is okay." Natasha's voice was waving with emotions "Give me some good news."

Bruce took a deep breath and then took his glasses off, thinking of the best way to explain what was going on to the team, but most importantly, to Natasha.

"So, the bullet went through her right frontal lobe tip toward the forehead and well above the base of the skull, stuck inside her skull and I had to take it out, that's why the surgery took so long and also the reason why she survived with a gunshot head wound till she was brought here. The bullet fortunately hasn't hit any vital brain tissue or vascular structures."

"That's a good thing. Isn't it?" Natasha breathed out but still couldn't allow herself to relax until she knew every detail about your state

"It is." Bruce mumbled "But..."

"But what, Bruce?" Wanda snapped at him "Tell us once and for all what's wrong with my goddaughter!"

"I'm sorry, Nat, but she fell into a coma and I have no idea when she'll wake up." Bruce sadly announced, turning to look at the redhead

It was happening.

Natasha's worst nightmares were becoming a reality.

The things she has feared since the first moment she decided to have you, were slowly turning into an undeniable truth.

"No..." Was all Natasha said, shaking her head in the process

"What chances of survival does she have?" Steve asked the question everyone was burning to hear the answer to

"After the initial impact of the bullet with her skull, she had 10% chances of survival given the circumstances of the shot, which only got lower and lower with every second that passed." Bruce looked around the room "But now... None. I give her no chance of survival. It's only a matter of time until the inevitable will happen of Y/N leaving us without her. The longest I can keep her hooked up on the life support machines that are currently the only thing keeping her alive, it's 2 weeks. After the 2 weeks have passed, I'm going to have to turn them off, with or without her mother's approval." His gaze stopped on Natasha who was open-mouthed staring at him "I'm so sorry, Natasha. The only thing that can save your daughter it's a miracle from above that will make her open her eyes before the 14 days have passed."

"Can I see her?" Natasha calmly asked

Everyone present in the room shared different looks of worry on their faces as they knew that Natasha's calm demeanor was nothing more than the silence and calm before the worst storm in history happened.

Natasha was strangely too calm after what Bruce just announced and it wasn't good.

"Of course!" Bruce confusedly answered "She's in the ICU so only a selected few will be able to go in and see her and just for a short amount of time for now. Natasha is the only one allowed to permanently stay by Y/N's side if she wants to."

A few answers of agreement were murmured from around the room.

"Come with me, Nat." Bruce looked at the woman in question "But I must warn you that she isn't in her best shape. It can be hard seeing her like she is right now. So if you think that you can't handle seeing her like that, I recommend you to wait for a little before going in."

Bruce's warning seemed to trigger Natasha's anger as she gave him a death glare.

"My baby girl needs me! She's lying in that bed, waiting for her mama to come and protect her!" Natasha shouted at Bruce "Do you really think that I give a fuck if I'm ready or not to see her in the state she is?! She's my baby either way!"

"Alright, alright!" Bruce held his hands up in surrender "I was just doing my job. Follow me."

Bruce started to walk away as Natasha followed him closely behind.

—

Natasha entered inside your room with Wanda, Steve, and Clint hot on her heels as they wanted to make sure that Natasha wouldn't do any stupid thing once she was left alone.

And they had been right in following her because, as soon as your mother stepped inside the room where you were kept and laid her eyes on you, she started to fall forward as her legs suddenly couldn't support her weight anymore.

Luckily, Steve caught her right before her knees made contact with the floor and, lifting her, the man helped her walk to your bed as Wanda brought a chair for Natasha.

Clint, Wanda, and Steve retreated to give your mother some privacy with you but still waited outside the door in case Natasha would need them.

Truth be told, after seeing you, neither Wanda nor the boys were actually okay, they just managed to hold it together long enough to be out of Natasha's hearing reach, as Wanda and Steve hugged each other and cried on the other's shoulder while Clint supported his back on a wall, slid down to the floor and started crying in his hands.

Natasha hardly managed to gather enough courage to look at you.

You were looking so fragile, so pale, so small, so defenseless, so... lifeless.

It broke Natasha's heart into a million pieces to see you like this.

Your mother took a deep breath before looking you all over and seeing everything you were attached to.

There was a bandage wrapped all around your head, a breathing tube that Natasha knew was going all the way down your throat and that she also knew it would be very uncomfortable for you when you woke up and felt it for the first time as well as multiple wires put on your chest that were connected to different kind of machines and monitors.

The beeping monitors were the only thing keeping Natasha sane in these moments as she so desperately clung to the tiny bit of hope that she dared to form despite Bruce's words.

She reached to grab your hand but quickly pulled back, scared that she might hurt you even more if she touched you.

Your face was covered in bruises and who knows where else those brutes might have hit you.

"Hi, baby..." Natasha whispered, her voice being untrustingly shaking "I want you to know that Mama's here now. I am not going to leave you alone. Not again. I am going to protect you with everything I have and everything I am." Natasha sniffed "But please just wake up." She started sobbing "Wake up! Open those beautiful eyes of yours and tell me that you're okay. Tell me that this is nothing more than just another one of the silly jokes that you make to scare me because you think it's funny. I can't live without you."

And with that, Natasha slammed her head on the edge of your bed and started sobbing as she gently put her hand on top of yours.

She let out all the pain she had bottled up for so many endless hours that felt like an eternity to her.

How could anyone do something like that to her sweet and tiny baby?

"I'm not mad about the mission, if that's what you think." The woman cried "All I care about is you. If that's stopping you from waking up just know that the mission means nothing to me. Life means nothing to me as long as I don't have you by my side baby."

—

The next day, Natasha was still by your side.

She hasn't moved an inch nor has she taken her eyes off of your face, hoping you would open your eyes.

"Before you left for that mission, you made me promise that I would finally tell you why I keep on calling you my little miracle and I have to honor that promise." Natasha sighed as she took your hand in hers "Even if you haven't kept your part of the deal, I will keep mine."

~~~~~

Having babies was the one choice that Natasha Romanoff never wanted to be taken away from her.

Sadly, it was one of the many choices about her life and body that was taken away from her.

Better said, ripped away from her in a brutal way.

At least, that's what she thought for many years of her life.

That, was until one of Tony's parties where Natasha got so drunk that she didn't remember what happened at the party in the morning.

All she knows is that one moment she was having a drinking contest at the bar and in the next one she woke up alone and naked in her bed in the middle of the afternoon with an enormous headache.

When the sickness started showing up around 3 weeks after the party, she hadn't thought anything of it at first.

But after her fifth day of constant sickness, she went to Bruce for a check-up and ended up finding out that, apparently, she was very much pregnant.

It seemed that whoever took care of Natasha's graduation ceremony in the Red Room, hadn't done a very amazing job and by the biggest miracle of them all, she ended up pregnant.

Natasha was on could nine.

She couldn't have been so lucky.

It was all too good to be true and yet here she was, getting ready for the arrival of her baby in this world.

Her own flesh and blood.

She was immediately put on bed rest and Bruce, as well as other doctors, had prohibited her from even letting her make a sandwich for herself.

She was put on permanent bedrest and the pregnancy was classed as a high-risk pregnancy.

It was a little bit hard at first for her, as Natasha was used to her active lifestyle but slowly accepted that she had to do everything the doctors told her to do so she could bring a healthy baby into this world.

She was 28 weeks into her pregnancy, meaning exactly 6 months and a half, when she suddenly felt a pain in her lower back and stomach as she was lying down on her bed after she had just woken up from a nap.

It was a very sharp pain that only grew stronger and stronger.

Afraid of what that could mean, Natasha, shouted for Wanda to help her, knowing that the witch could hear her from her room.

Wanda has been very supportive and helpful throughout the pregnancy, a fact for which Natasha planned to ask Wanda to be the godmother of her child.

And as always, Natasha was right, when Wanda came running in, alerting everyone of what was happening to Natasha.

15 minutes later, Natasha was crying in the med-bay's checking room as Wanda held her hand tightly.

"I don't want to lose this baby, Wanda!" Natasha cried to her friend "I can't lose it!"

"It's going to be okay." Wanda tried to reassure her friend but couldn't hide her own panic about the whole situation very well

"Wanda, help me." Bruce stood up from his chair and quickly rushed to look through his medical supplies "Natasha is officially in labor. The baby is coming."

"No." Natasha cried "It can't be. It's too early."

"I'm sorry, Natasha." Bruce sympathetically looked at the red-headed woman "But you've entered in an early labor. This was caused by the problems you have, that were caused by the permanent damage to your reproductive internal organs. Your cervix it's too weak to hold the weight of the baby so I have to perform a C-section to increase the chances of survival for your premature baby."

"Do whatever you have to but please save my baby." Natasha sniffed as she nodded to let Bruce know she understood what he was explaining to her "But please promise me that if you have to choose between saving my life or saving my baby's life, you will always choose my baby."

"I promise." Bruce nodded without hesitation

"Thank you." The soon-to-be-mother whispered as Bruce put an oxygen mask over her face

"They're going to be okay? Both of them? Aren't they?" Wanda asked Bruce with shimmering eyes

"Natasha is going to be just fine." Bruce reassured before he took a deep breath in "And about her baby, the only thing that I can guarantee you is that, starting from this moment, they're entering in a life or death race where the little baby will fight for its life."

"Please try everything you can to help them both survive." Wanda pleaded with the man

"I'll try my best, Wanda." Bruce promised

A few hours later, Natasha started to wake up as her eyes adjusted to the, what seemed bright for her, light inside the room.

"Shh... You are okay, Nat." Wanda, who was sitting by her side, quietly reassured her

"My baby..." Was the first thing Natasha mumbled in her dizzy and confused state as the effect of the anesthetic slowly wore off

Looking around, the red-headed spy noticed that the room was filled with her most trusted friends and co-workers.

"Your baby is alive. Don't worry." Bruce spoke

Natasha painfully forced herself to sit up, using her elbows as a support "Where is it? I want to see them. What is it? What do I have?" She asked curiously as she had yet to find out the birth gender of her baby

"It's a tiny girl." Steve answered for Bruce with a small smile on his face "Oh, you should see her, Nat. She is so tiny that she fits in the palm of my hand comfortably."

A wide smile spread across Natasha's face.

A little girl.

She has a little girl.

She secretly hoped for a baby girl but didn't want to voice her wish out loud just in case the baby was a boy.

"Where is she?" Natasha smiled, looking all around the room for a glimpse of her baby "I want to see her."

"Well, I am sorry to inform you that you will have to wait for a little to do that." Bruce explained

"Why?" Natasha worriedly questioned "What is wrong with her? What aren't you telling me?"

"Given all of the health problems you have regarding your reproductive system, besides being a premature baby, she is also an underweighted baby who is trying her hardest to fight for her life. She's barely weighing 500 grams when she should have weighed around one kilogram." Bruce said

"Aww..." Natasha's eyes instantly filled up with tears "She's so tiny. That's so light..."

"I know." Bruce nodded "She is now in a special room where she is constantly monitored."

"Take me to her." Natasha rushed to say

"I'm afraid I can't, Nat." Bruce denied her request

"I'm her mother!" Natasha raised her voice "I have the right to see her. She is just a tiny little baby. She needs her mama with her."

"Natasha, listen. I don't think that's the best idea yet." Clint agreed with Bruce's words

"Why?!" Natasha shouted "I need answers! Why won't any of you let me see my newborn baby?!"

"Because she is not going to make it!" Bruce shouted back frustrated "Is that what you wanted to hear?!" He quickly calmed back down "I am sorry but her survival chances are very small. Almost close to none. She keeps on stopping breathing once in a few minutes and the oxygen machine can't keep on helping her for too long as her little body starts failing and if she does, by the biggest of miracles, survives, she is never going to be a normal and healthy kid. She will forever need someone's assistance and help even with the simplest of actions."

Natasha closed her eyes in pain.

She can't let her baby die before even getting the chance to live.

Her only baby.

The only one she is ever going to have.

Bruce already warned her that as soon as this first and last baby she had ever conceived was born, he will finish the job that the Red Room started to prevent any future health problems she might have.

She was given this baby for a reason.

The universe can't just give her a little angel only to brutally take it away from her before she even got the chance to see it for the first time.

She is going to fight the universe for her daughter's life and keep that baby alive.

"I don't care what you have to say but I need to be by my daughter's side." Natasha spoke with the well-determined motivation of a mother who was ready to do anything for her baby "I have to be there and help my baby fight for her life."

All eyes landed on Bruce as everyone was eagerly waiting for the doctor to decide.

"Steve?" Bruce sighed after a few minutes of careful thinking "Bring a wheelchair here please."

Said and done.

Less than 5 minutes later, Natasha was pushed closer to the incubator where her premature-born baby was struggling to hold on to life.

Tears rolled down Natasha's cheeks when she first took in the sight of her baby inside that incubator.

It was a mix of tears between happiness and pain.

Happiness that she got to see her baby for the first time.

Pain because not even a few hours old and her reason to live is already suffering.

'The Romanoff curse.' Natasha thought

"Hi, baby..." Natasha whispered with a small smile present on her lips as she rested her forehead against the side of the incubator "I am your Mama. You have no idea how much I have waited for this moment and you will never understand just how much I love you. Mama loves you so much, baby. God..." She breathed out as she looked at the baby's face, noticing a small tuff of red soft baby hair on top of her daughter's head "You are so tiny. So fragile. So defenseless. But do not worry sweet baby, Mama is here to protect you and take care of you forever. I promise."

Just as she finished speaking the heart monitor that was connected to the baby started beeping uncontrollably at an incredibly fast rate.

"What is happening?" Natasha frantically asked as she looked from her baby to Bruce "What is going on?"

"This is what I've been telling you about, Natasha." Bruce calmly answered once the fast beeping chased down, turning again into a steady pace beeping "This is happening once in every few minutes. She is going to keep on stop breathing until her tiny body has no energy left to resume her breathing again."

"But there must be something you could do to help her!" Natasha cried as she focused her gaze on the sleeping baby

"I'm sorry but there really isn't anything more I can do for her other than supervise her." Bruce said with a sad tone of his voice

Natasha sniffed as she carefully stuck her hand inside the incubator through the special hole and hesitantly touched the baby's hand with her pinky finger.

The baby's hand being as big as Natasha's nail on her pinky finger.

The mother gasped once her skin made contact with her baby's skin, the first physical contact between mother and baby, making Natasha's chest suddenly swell as even more love filled her heart for the little critter in front of her.

Natasha never believed it was possible to love someone so much and yet here she was.

But no happy moment lasts forever and this moment wasn't any exception as it got interrupted by the quick beeping of the heart monitor.

"It's okay, my love." Natasha whispered as she very gently started massaging the baby's chest with her fingers "Just breathe, baby girl. Mama's here. I am going to take care of you. All you need to do is to keep breathing for me." She cooed "My sweet baby girl Y/N."

As if you could hear her, the monitor went back to its normal beeping almost instantly.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Natasha smiled relieved as she kept resting her fingers on your chest just in case you need her to rub again your tiny chest.

"You're just wasting your time, Natasha." Bruce said but received nothing more than ignorance from the woman

The man left the room not even bothering to offer to take Natasha back to her room so she could rest as he already knew she was just going to deny his offer.

"That's it." Natasha praised you with a smile on her face "Big deep breaths for me, baby."

Over the next 2 days since you were born, Natasha never moved from your side as she kept on rubbing your chest day and night without rest.

She hasn't slept for at least 5 minutes in those 2 days but in all honesty, she didn't need the sleep.

All she needed was for you to be okay and breathing.

And much to everyone's surprise, you stopped breathing less and less in those 2 days until your breathing turned into an uninterrupted steady pattern.

That shocked everyone.

The team, Bruce, and even different doctors that gathered from all around the world, most of them being Bruce's friends, to see you, had been left speechless at the miracle that happened to Natasha and her baby.

"Listen carefully to what I'm about to say, Natasha." Bruce warned her at the end of the second day that the spy spent rubbing your chest "If she keeps on breathing without any incident over the night, tomorrow I'll declare her out of the danger zone. She will have to spend more time in the incubator but her survival chances will increase to 90%, the rest of the 10% it's kept aside for the moment just in case. Also, the good news is that as soon as she's strong enough to be taken out of the incubator, you can have bonding time with her and hold her. How does that sound?" He finished with a smile on his face

"That sounds wonderful." Natasha widely smiled "Thank you so much, Bruce."

"Don't thank me." Bruce chuckled "Thank yourself and the miracle that just happened, that had suddenly increased your daughter's survival chances."

"I like how that sounds." Natasha smiled with a relieved expression on her face "A miracle for my little miracle." She turned her head toward you "Did you hear that, baby? You are my miracle. My little miracle that keeps fighting despite everything being against her."

One thing was for sure, after the conversation between Bruce and Natasha was over, you never stopped breathing ever again after that day.

~~~~~

"And that's why you are my little miracle." Natasha sniffed as she wiped her tears away "Because you defied all odds and you are here. Because despite everything, you chose me to become your mom. And because you kept fighting even though everything was against you and no one was giving you any chance or offered to help you fight for your life."

The only answer Natasha received was the beeping of the machines.

"And that's exactly why I need you to prove to me that you are my miracle again and keep fighting despite everything." She continued "I know you can prove them all wrong once again."

Your mother brought your hand up to her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. She has to keep fighting to keep you alive for as long as possible.

—

On the fourth day that passed since you had entered that damned coma, Natasha was very much still by your side just in case you woke up and needed her. She hasn't showered, eaten, or relaxed for one minute.

Steve and Wanda were taking turns bringing her food that she barely even touched.

Natasha was still waiting, still hopping, still praying that you would wake up.

"You should go and at least take a shower if you don't want to take a nap in your bed." Wanda stated from the doorframe, her gaze fixed on Natasha's back that was turned to her "You stink."

"Thank you very much for the suggestion." Natasha mockingly chuckled "But no. I can't leave her alone. What if she wakes up and instead of seeing me by her side, she wakes up alone and scared looking for me? I can't risk that."

"She won't be alone, Nat." Wanda walked over to her friend and put her hand on Natasha's shoulder "I'm going to stay here with her until you come back."

Natasha hesitated "I'm not sure, Wands."

"Do you remember her first ballet class?" Wanda asked

"How could I ever forget?" Natasha chuckled

~~~~~

Wanda was sitting in the back of the dance studio as she waited for Natasha to arrive from a meeting where she was stuck, so they could both watch you perform your first ballet class together.

She promised she wouldn't miss it for anything in the world and Wanda knew that even if the world was on fire, Natasha would ignore it and come to watch you perform.

On cue, Natasha burst inside the room and looked around trying to spot you in the group of kids that were present there today.

It didn't take her too long to catch a glimpse of the fierce red hair that you inherited from her.

You brightly smiled when you saw that the person who opened the door and stepped inside the room was none other than your mother whom you adored so much.

She was the center of your universe just like you were to hers.

You ran to her with your arms open, wanting nothing more than a big hug from her.

"Mama!" You cheerfully shouted as you jumped into her arms

The other parents present in the room, stared with their mouths open once they saw that not only THE Natasha Romanoff come to a children's ballet class but also that one of the kids jumped in her arms, calling her 'mama'.

"Hi, starlight!" Natasha smiled, kissing the side of your head "Sorry I'm late, but you know how Grandpa Nick is when he starts talking.

You giggled at your mother's comment "Actually, you're just in time, Mama."

"Oh, that's such a relief." Natasha giggled before kissing your cheek and placing you back down from her arms "Go and have fun sweetheart. Mama will be watching you from there." She pointed to the spot where Wanda was sitting.

You nodded and turned back to your place as your first-ever ballet class began.

Tears beamed in Natasha's eyes as she watched her perfectly healthy and fully developed 6-year-old daughter take her first ballet class.

"I know right." Wanda leaned closer to Natasha and whispered in her ear as the, then brunette, witch read her friend's mind "It's like yesterday when she was born and we had to take turns constantly watching over her."

"My little baby is growing up so fast." Natasha quietly sniffed trying to hide the happy tears in her eyes away from the world

"Look at her." Wanda awed at you "She is absolutely adorable dressed like that."

"Wanda?" Natasha's voice shook "I think I'm about to cry..."

"Aww..." Wanda chuckled and started to rub Natasha's back up and down "You are such a mom."

"Oh shut up!" Natasha chuckled as she sniffed her tears back

"What?!" Wanda silently laughed "It's true!"

The rest of the class went smoothingly and your little self couldn't have enjoyed it more.

"You've been so amazing, baby!" Natasha praised you once the class was over "I'm so proud of you!"

"Did you see me, Mama?!" You excitedly asked "I did everything the teacher said!"

"We both saw, sweetie." Wanda kissed the back of your head as Natasha was being the one to carry you in her arms to the car after the class "You were so good! You are so talented!"

You proudly smiled at both women as you loved hearing their words.

That night you were rewarded with ice cream for dinner by your mama and godmother.

~~~~~

"She was so cute in that pink tutu." Wanda tearfully chuckled

"And so proud of herself that she did so well in her first ballet class." Natasha cried then sniffed "I miss her cheerful self, Wanda. I am missing her voice, her smile, her jokes, just everything about her! I want her to wake up!"

"I know, Nat." Wanda sadly replied "But she just needs some time to rest and gain her strength back." She sighed "I want her to wake up too. We all want."

Natasha nodded "Yeah... She just needs to rest a little."

"She won't be happy when she wakes up and sees you in this state." Wanda tried again to convince the older redhead "Just go take a shower and change your clothes. I will be here the entire time. If something changes even in the slightest with her, I will immediately let you know." She encouraged "Just go take a quick shower, please. You need it."

"Okay." Natasha deeply sighed "I'll go."

"That's the spirit!" Wanda smiled

"Sometimes you're a pain in my ass." Natasha lightly chuckled "No, wait! You always are."

"That's not nice!" Wanda pretended to gasp offended before giggling

"I'll be back in a few minutes." Natasha declared before quickly rushing out of the room, leaving Wanda alone that took her place on the chair by your side

"You really have to wake up, sweetheart." Wanda took your hand in hers "I think you had enough sleep now. You can't keep doing this to your mother or us."

Despite Wanda's pleading there was no change in your state. Wanda sadly sighed as she tried to enter inside your mind and see what was going on in there, only to be blocked away and left without an answer.

"This is going to be a long day." Wanda whispered, putting her head in her hands

—

A week has come and gone since the mission and even 2 more days after it.

It was officially your ninth day of coma and Natasha was starting to grow more and more agitated and nervous as the mark of the 14 days was quickly approaching. There wasn't any change in your brain activity nor any other general change in your body and it was driving your mama insane.

She is always talking to you, hoping that you could hear her and come back to her.

People always came in and left, checking on both you and your mom.

Today, after Fury's visit, Maria decided to spend some time with Natasha and have a talk with her.

"How is Natasha Junior doing?" Maria asked Natasha once she took a seat in a chair on the other free side of your bed.

"The same." Natasha sighed "You know, you really need to stop calling her like that. I don't think she likes it."

"I told you we should have named her that. But you just didn't wanted to listen." Maria defended herself "You chose 'Y/N' instead."

"Because that's how I wanted to name my baby, Maria." Natasha shook her head "I can't believe that after all these years you are not over it yet."

"How can I?" Maria said "It was a brilliant idea and you just ignored it."

~~~~~

Natasha has just been allowed to hold you in her arms for the first time since you were born a week ago and she couldn't describe how happy the feeling of having you, lying on her bare chest made her feel as you were both covered by a blanket.

"So, do you have a name for her?" Pepper asked as all the women who lived in the compound, gathered around to find your name

So far, the only person who knew your name was Bruce and Natasha made him promise he wouldn't say a word about it till she will officially announce it.

Natasha looked down at your face as you were peacefully laying on her chest, despite all the wires you had on you and the small breathing tube in your tiny nose.

"She's going to be named Y/N." Natasha softly smiled at you before looking up at the girls that were surrounding her "Girls, meet my daughter, Y/N."

All the women awed at the name. Various 'That's such a cute name' or 'It suits her perfectly' were heard from all around the room.

"Why don't we name her 'Natasha Junior'?" Maria's confused voice silenced all the others and everyone turned to look at her just as confused "I mean, look at her, she's clearly the perfect replica of her mother. I think that 'Natasha Junior' would suit her better than 'Y/N'." She scrunched her face at your name

"No, Maria." Natasha rolled her eyes "I am not going to name my daughter 'Natasha Junior'."

"But why?" The brunette agent asked confused "It's a brilliant idea. She will be Natasha Junior and we will call you Natasha Senior. I'm a genius!" Maria smiled, proud of herself

"It's still a no, Maria." Natasha firmly stated "It doesn't matter how good of an idea you think it is. I now know why I chose Wanda as the godmother and not you."

Maria gasped offended.

"Excuse me?!" She protested "I think I would have made an amazing godmother."

"And I think 'Y/N' is the perfect name for this perfect little baby." Wanda commented, mocking Maria with the fact that she was the godmother and not the agent

"Okay, girls. That's enough." Natasha stopped the two grown-up women, who were acting like children, from continuing to fight "You are scaring my baby."

Maria poked her tongue out at Wanda and huffed annoyed while crossing her arms.

"Unbelievable." Natasha quietly said, shaking her head at Maria's behavior

"I still think we should name her 'Natasha Junior'." Maria pouted

"Maria!" All the women shouted at once

~~~~~

Maria and Natasha shared a laugh at the funny memory of that day.

"I still think you should have named her 'Natasha Junior'." Maria laughed

"You're unbelievable." Natasha shook her head with a smirk on her lips

"I mean..." Maria started "She looks more and more like you with each passing day. It's an undeniable resemblance."

Natasha turned her head toward you and lovingly stared at your face.

"You looked just like her when you were her age. I will forever remember how you looked like when Clint brought you for the first time to the agency. You were the same age your daughter is now. And I had just turned 21 back then."

"You were one tough and cold woman back then." Natasha chuckled

"You were the same, I could mention." Maria smiled but it quickly faded away "I'm so sorry that I couldn't stop this from happening to your daughter. I feel really guilty about it."

"It's okay..." Natasha whispered "Don't be. It is not your fault. You couldn't have known that something like this would happen." She sniffed "In fact, I should actually thank you. If you wouldn't have sent that backup team, my Y/N would have never made it alive to the compound. They acted very fast."

"As they should." Maria stated "They better be fast or they are losing their jobs."

"Aren't you a little too harsh with your agents?" Natasha questioned

"Maybe." Maria shrugged "But if I'm not harsh with them, they will never be good enough to face hard situations." She explained

"Okay." Natasha nodded "I'll leave this one to you. You know what you need to do with them."

Maria nodded at Natasha as she, as well as your mother, turned to look at your sleeping face. Maria didn't want to lose one of her agents who was also her niece. She could only hope that you would wake up before the 14 days that Bruce gave you were over.

—

On day 12, Natasha was looking out through the window as she held your hand when she suddenly felt something.

"You know, if you keep watching us from there it's not going to change anything, weirdo. That's called stalking." Natasha casually said as she kept looking out the window unbothered

"I couldn't help myself." Clint spoke from the vents and jumped down from the ceiling into the room "You know me so well."

Natasha turned her head and looked at her best friend without any emotion on her face.

"I can see your wheels turning in your mind. What is bothering you?" Clint asked as he walked over to the window and supported his back on the wall, turning to look at the woman

"If she needs more time then whoever has her life in their hands, can take time from me. They can take years from my life and give them to my daughter. They can take however much more time I've left to live and transfer it all to my baby. All so she could keep living. I'm ready to give up on my time and life in exchange for her having more time here." Natasha stated emotionlessly, turning to look out the window again

"Because that's just what any good mother would do. Laura says the same thing all the time." Clint looked behind him through the window then back at Natasha "Are you still going to keep on letting her be an agent after all of this?"

"I have no idea, Clint." Natasha finally looked away from the window to the man "Being an agent has been her dream since she was nine."

~~~~~

It had been 3 days since your ninth birthday that you had to spend at a party not with children but with terrifying S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were wearing party hats and who brought you gifts.

You were the only child at your party. Your uncle Clint was away on a vacation with your aunt Laura and your cousins as the rest of the Avengers had been sent on different last-minute missions all around the globe. They all felt really sorry that they couldn't be there for your birthday but promised to make it up to you once they were back.

And of course, Natasha had to be called in for work in the base as well so she brought you along with her. Just that, Natasha wasn't actually called in for work, she alongside Maria and Fury had a surprise party ready for you. All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had to come and pretend they enjoyed being at a now 9-year-old girl's party. Fury's orders. But much to their surprise, they actually and geniually did enjoy it. Spending that entire day among all those brave agents made you realize that you wanted to follow in your mother's footsteps. You wanted to become a hero, save the world, and fight for justice.

Natasha was sitting on the couch at Clint's farm since he and his family returned in that specific morning from the vacation, so the parents were taking advantage that their children were asleep and had a cup of coffee while chitchatting. That was until little footsteps were heard and you appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Come here, my sleepy girl." Natasha set the mug down on the coffee table and opened her arms

You immediately ran into them as Natasha lifted you up on her lap and you snuggled closer to her chest, starting to play with the ends of her hair.

"How did my beautiful baby girl sleep?" Natasha quietly asked, kissing the top of your head and rubbing circles on your back

"Good, Mama." You sleepily smiled up at Natasha

You were still asleep when Natasha drove you both to the farm early in the morning so she could visit Clint and Laura and ask them about their trip, so she just carried you upstairs to the bedroom you and her shared every time you stayed over and let you keep sleeping.

"Mama?" You rubbed your eyes with your fists and slightly pushed yourself back to look at Natasha

"What is it, my angel? Tell me." Natasha tucked your hair behind your ears

"I want to be just like you when I grow up." You brightly smiled at her, your big emerald green eyes staring into your mother's eyes that were the same shade and color, hoping to make your mama proud by making this choice "I want to be an agent."

Both Clint and Laura laughed and awed at your cuteness agreeing that you would make a really good agent but Natasha was still keeping silent.

"Mama?" You confusedly asked as you saw her deeply lost in thoughts and thought you had upset her

"Well if that's what my baby truly wants then who am I to stand in her way of achieving her dream." Natasha gave you a small smile "But are you completely sure this is what you want to do? You know that Mama's job can be very dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt. Mama can't stand seeing her little baby in pain."

"I do, Mama. I want to save the world just like you do and I want to be such a good agent one day that all the other agents will respect me just like they respect you. I want to fight the bad guys and win." You excitedly nodded

"Well just always keep in mind that we don't always beat the bad guys." Natasha explained "There are some times when the bad guys kick our ass too."

You laughed at your mom's use of words.

"Mama, it's not nice to say that word." You giggled

"You're right, baby. I'm so sorry. Mama was just saying silly words again." Natasha smiled at your laughter that was music to her ears "And if after everything you found out this is still what you want to become in life then I guess that we can go and talk with Grandpa Nick and Aunt Maria and I could start training you."

"Thank you, Mama." You excitedly cheered and clapped your hands "You are the best mama in the whole Multiverse!" You quickly kissed her cheek "Did you hear that, Uncle Clint?! Mama is going to help me be like her!"

"I did, Y/N." Clint laughed "And I could help you train as well. Teach you how to shoot arrows."

"No, thank you, Uncle Clint." You shook your head and laughed "But maybe you can be our practice dummy because Mama always beats you. I saw it when you were training with her."

Clint's face turned as red as a tomato from embarrassment and both Laura and Natasha burst out laughing.

"That's right, baby! The Romanoff girls will always beat everyone." Natasha laughed, kissing your cheek "Especially your uncle Clint."

Over time as you grew up and started your training as an agent, you quickly climbed your way up to the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. just like Natasha did many years ago and made yourself be respected and remarked through all the other agents. And you couldn't love it more. You absolutely loved what you were doing and the choice of following in your mother's footsteps has remained the best decision you ever took up to this day.

~~~~~

"You have to admit that she did an amazing job at being an agent." Clint cleared his throat "She has always been a good child, a disciplined one, quiet, smart, and cheerful."

"She has made me so proud and she still does." Natasha sniffed "But I love her regardless of the way she is. She is my baby, Clint. I'll love her unconditionally forever. There's nothing she can do that would make me not love her."

Clint walked away from the window and over to his best friend. He knew that she was just wearing her mask that kept her true feelings away from the outside world just like she always did. So without any word, he hugged her as tight as he could as the once fearless Russian assassin broke down sobbing in Clint's arms, finally showing her emotions to someone who could provide her with comfort after so many days of crying alone.

"I'm so scared, Clint!" Natasha admitted, sobbing on the man's shoulder "I'm scared that she won't wake up in time and Bruce or the others will mistake her for being dead when she isn't. She can't be."

"I know but you have to keep fighting for her as you've always done and she will keep living on her own time. Not on time that she borrowed from you." Clint said "Keep being the mother she knows. The mother that had always kept her alive through any method she could. Keep loving her and she will keep living."

What Natasha hadn't realized as she nodded along with Clint's words was that there was a deeper meaning behind the man's comforting phrases.

Natasha has to keep fighting so you can be able to keep living.

—

But much to everyone's horror, the dreadful mark of 2 weeks since you were shot arrived, and while every member of your family was already mourning your death, Natasha was still trying to negotiate with you and convince you to wake up.

She tried to bribe you with everything.

She offered to give you anything you wanted. From material things, to holidays anywhere you wanted to go and to extra cuddles each night before bed.

She tried everything and anything but you still weren't showing any sign of waking up.

Bruce was checking your vitals as everyone gathered inside your room and anxiously waited for him to give them any news about you.

They waited for him to say at least one word that would give them any reason to keep holding onto the hope that you are going to wake up.

Bruce's face suddenly fell as he turned himself to face the waiting family and sadly shook his head.

"No!" Wanda cried, throwing herself in Vision's arms and the robot hugged her tight

"No brain activity. I'm so sorry, guys. She's dead." Bruce clearly announced "I'm afraid there is nothing more I can do for her other than taking her off of the machines."

Various people started crying but Natasha was unphased by Bruce's words as she kept stroking your hair out of your face and mumbling reassuring words to herself.

"Don't worry, baby." Natasha quietly muttered "I won't let them do anything to you. Mama will keep them away from you."

"Can you give us a moment?" Bruce looked at his friends "Just Steve and Wanda stay behind in case we need to use our force against, Nat."

They all nodded and slowly emptied the room as Wanda and Steve listened to Bruce's instructions and stood behind.

"Nat..." Bruce softly spoke as he placed a hand on your mom's shoulder "I think you should go out and give us some space. I think it's time to say goodbye."

"Goodbye for what?" Natasha confusedly looked up at Bruce "My daughter isn't going anywhere."

"You should listen to Bruce, Nat." Steve encouraged "He needs some space to work."

"He is not going anywhere near my daughter." Natasha angrily threatened as she stood up on her feet.

"Calm down, Natasha." Steve tried his best to calm her "How about we just go to take some fresh air? You need it. You have been locked in here for the past 2 weeks."

Steve grabbed Natasha's arm and started dragging her toward the door as Bruce bent over you and started to turn off the machines around you and pulled the breathing tube out of your mouth.

"Get away from my baby!" Natasha screamed as loud as she could as she punched Steve in the face

Steve quickly recovered from Natasha's punch and held her tighter as she struggled to get out of his grip.

"Natasha, no!" Steve yelled as he pulled her back

But Natasha was having none of it and from a swift move, she knocked Steve out and started running towards Bruce.

Right before the ex-assassin reached Bruce to attack him, she was once again held back by a force.

This time it wasn't a physical force but an invisible one, more exactly, Wanda's magic.

Bruce bolted to the door in an attempt to get as far away from Natasha's anger as possible.

Poor Steve being left unconscious on the ground.

Once Bruce was out of the room, Wanda released Natasha from her magic hold.

Your mother wanted to take her anger out on Wanda but the lack of a certain beeping that was keeping her sane in the storm of thoughts inside her mind, made her eyes fill with tears as the realization of what she just witnessed Bruce do settled in.

She slowly walked over to you and very carefully laid down beside you.

"Please wake up, baby." Natasha quietly cried as she ran her fingers through your hair "I need you to come back to me. Please wake up and prove them all wrong. I know it's difficult but you can do it for me because you are a fighter." Your mama subconsciously brought her other free hand up to your chest and started rubbing it just like she did when you were born "There is still so much that we haven't done together, so many movies that we haven't got around to watch yet and there is still so much stuff that has yet to happen that I need you around for when it does or that I want to see you do. You can't just leave." Natasha couldn't hold it back anymore and started sobbing as she kept on rubbing your chest "Please don't leave me. I need you so much, baby girl. I can't do it alone, so just please wake up for Mama."

"Mama?" A weak, quiet voice whispered

Natasha shoot her head up and hopefully looked at your face only to see your eyes still closed and no evidence that you could be awake, making Natasha think that she only imagined everything.

Wanda lifted her head and confusedly looked at both you and your mother "I-I can feel her..." She sniffed "I can finally feel her."

"Mama..." the same weak, quiet, and dry voice whispered

But this time, Natasha saw your lips slowly moving and a wave of happy tears made their way down her cheeks as she couldn't believe her eyes

"Fucking go get Bruce!" Natasha yelled at Wanda who was frozen in shock "Why are you standing there staring?!"

"Right..." Wanda quickly nodded lost "Yeah... Okay..."

And with that, the witch was out of the door with the speed of light.

"Baby? Baby, can you hear me?" Natasha stood up as she worriedly questioned "It's me. It's mama."

"Mama... Water..." You whispered with your eyes still closed, furrowing your eyebrows and Natasha looked around the room frantically to find some water

After she gave you a sip of water, just enough to make your lips not feel dry anymore, Natasha sat down on the edge of your bed and took your hand in hers.

You had still to open your eyes but Natasha didn't want to force you. She has waited for so long and she can wait a little bit more to see your beautiful eyes again.

"Mama's right here, baby girl. I'm not going to leave you again. I knew you could prove them all wrong. I'm so proud of you, baby." Natasha whispered as she kissed the back of your hand "You are mama's brave, strong girl and there's nothing that can come between us ever. I'm going to stay right here till you open your eyes. Nothing and no one is going to make me leave, I promise, sweetheart. When you are back to your normal self I am going to take time off work and we are going to do everything that I said I was too busy to do with you. We are going to have so many adventures together, just us and no one else, you deserve all of my love and attention and I'm going to give it to you. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore. Not while I am here. Mama will keep you safe forever." She told you as she waited for Bruce to show up

—

"This... This right here is a miracle." Bruce explained shocked, to everyone that had once again gathered inside your room after they heard the bright news that you woke up "I can't believe it. I honestly have no idea what just happened here. She went from being brain-dead to full brain activity in just a few seconds. I have no other explanation for this other than saying that it is a miracle."

"Well, I do have a name for your miracle, Bruce." Clint stated from behind Natasha where he positioned himself, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze "A mother's love, that's what just happened. A mother's love for her baby that for the third time gave her daughter life. Once when she brought her into this world, the second time, shortly after she was born, and finally once again now. Natasha was the one to bring her daughter back to life once again."

Agreements were heard by everyone's side that was standing inside the room.

"I think you are right, my friend." Bruce smiled and nodded "Y/N will need time to physically recover after these 2 weeks of not using her muscles but that's nothing that some physical therapy can't solve. Let's go and give the mother and her true miracle some privacy. They need it."

Bruce guided everyone out of the room as a few of the team members patted Natasha's shoulder with a smile, letting her know how happy they were for her.

Natasha tearfully smiled at each one of them, happiness written all over her face and also a little bit of guilt when Steve patted her shoulder with one hand, holding an ice pack to his head with the other.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." Natasha guiltily whispered

"We're good. I kind of deserved it and I understand why you did it." Steve shily smiled "I'm sorry as well for being an asshole and not trusting your intuition."

"Uhhh..." Sam and Bucky sang at the same time as they heard the conversation "Cap has said a bad word!"

"Oh, shut up!" Steve tried to hide his giggle

"Language!" Bucky and Sam shouted at the same time

"On your left." Steve shouted back as he started running after his two best friends who had already run out of the room

"I swear that, men never actually grow up." Wanda looked at Natasha laughing before leaning down and kissed the top of your head gently

"See what I have to deal with?" Natasha laughed wholeheartedly after so many days of sadness and crying "Almost 30 years of this shit."

Wanda burst out laughing even louder as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her as she was the last person that had remained in the room.

Natasha smiled, shaking her head as she turned to look at you, noticing a small smile present on your lips.

"You think that's funny?" Natasha laughed as she pretended to tickle your side

"Mhm..." You hummed in agreement keeping the small smile on your face

And for the first time after 2 weeks, Natasha finally got to see your eyes again after you forced yourself to open them and adjust to the bright light of the room.

Natasha sniffed her tears away as she saw your beautiful eyes look at her, once again, full of life. She hadn't realized she had missed seeing your eyes so much until now.

You sadly sighed as you noticed that outside it was almost dark. Clear signs that the sun just set were present in the sky. When you closed your eyes, it was the middle of the day. When you opened them, it was night.

"I'm so sorry, Mama." You quietly sniffed

"It's okay, baby." Natasha reassured

"I swear I almost got him." You explained "I was this close to successfully finishing my mission. But I failed. I'm such a disappointment. I understand if you feel ashamed of me."

"What?" Natasha asked confused "Are you being serious right now?"

You slightly nodded "Of course. Do you know if he was caught? Or do you know his location so I could go back after him? When did Bruce say that I could get out of this bed and return to the field? I must continue to hunt that man down."

"Y/N, can you even hear yourself right now?!" Natasha raised her voice as anger started to build up inside her that you cared more about a mission than your own health

"Yeah, yeah... I know." You sighed "I messed up big time but I promise I'll make it up to you and take my revenge when I go after that guy. I promise I'll take him down with my own hands. I must finish my mission. I'm so sorry that I made you angry at me because I failed my mission."

"Baby, no..." Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose as she calmed herself down "You got it all wrong. I'm not mad at you because you failed your mission. I got angry because you care about a damn mission more than your own life. You have been shot in the head, Y/N. You spent the last 2 weeks in a coma and you had me worried sick. I thought I was going insane when Bruce declared you dead today."

"Oh..." You breathed out being at a loss for words hearing what happened

"You should care more about yourself, honey. You can't just go around, throwing your life away without caring about what could happen to you. Think about what would have happened to me if I lost you for good." Your mom sniffed the tears that were threatening to fall away "I'm lost without you."

"Come here, Mama." You opened one arm while you patted the bed with your other

Natasha complied and laid down next to you and tightly, but carefully, hugged you.

"Please be more careful and think more about your own life before putting yourself in danger." Natasha whispered as she kissed the top of your head

"I promise I will, Mama." You whispered as you placed your head on her chest and listened to her rhythmic heartbeat

No one understood how was possible that you survived but as Clint said, your mother's love was the one thing that kept you alive when you had no chance.

You will have to be more careful and Natasha will make sure that you will put your life in the first place from now on.

Missions be damned.

You should both consider retiring at this point, after this incident.

One thing is for sure, the bond between mother and daughter only grew even stronger than it was after everything that happened.

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uzuicore · 10 months

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ICE CUBES

pairing: shinobu kocho x gn!reader genre: fluffy. cw: none. summary: where you got injured during a training session but shinobu took care of you. a/n: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ♡

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"Ow," you voiced and winced as you felt the ice-cube-filled fabric make contact with the skin on your left ankle.

"Better get used to it (Y/N)-chan, you'll have to keep it on for about 30 minutes, and after a few hours we'll put it back on," the Insect Pillar warned, "And you can also forget about training for these days, I need you to rest and keep your foot elevated," she added.

You sighed crossing your arms over your chest and exclaimed, "Great! I just recovered from one injury and already got another... Tell me Kocho-san, how does it feel to have the clumsiest apprentice in the world?"

She giggled and booped your nose, "Don't be dramatic (Y/N)-chan, you're not clumsy, you know that? You're a very hard-working apprentice, but you're pushing yourself beyond your limits."

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just," you began, looking down at your fingers, "I don't want to fall behind, or not try hard enough and have you give up on me."

"That will never happen, I've recognized your potential since that day I helped you against that demon," she assured you. "And without meaning to sound selfish, but, you know you've become more than an apprentice of mine, I can't give up on you, (Y/N)-chan." she finished smiling.

You stared at her in disbelief, not expecting her to confess such feelings so casually.

Without waiting for you to pull yourself together and think of something to reply, Shinobu stood up and approached you, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head and quickly leaving the room.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 7: The Bite

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JUST A HEADS UP: THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT BEEN EDITED OR PROOFREAD!!

“Jesus, slow down, Robin!” Steve slurred.

“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” You agreed.

“It’s the Indy 300,” Steve corrected.

“No, dumbass! It’s 500!”

“It’s 300!”

“Let’s say a million,” You smiled before you both burst into laughter.

“What is wrong with them?” Erica asked Robin.

“I don’t know.”

“Why are they acting so weird?” Dustin looked at her. “You think they were poisoned?!”

“I don’t know!” She shouted. “Stop asking me questions, I’m trying to focus-“

The small red car slammed into something, sending you flying against the metal grate that separated you from the kids up front. You both yelped and groaned in pain, rubbing the back of your heads.

“You alright back there?” Robin asked.

“You’re never driving the Bronco again,” You mumbled, making Steve giggle.

“They’re fine,” Dustin rolled his eyes, hopping out and running to the back to open the doors for you. “Come on. Get out.. LET’S GO!!”

You both began to move before all three of them yanked at your limbs, earning annoyed, slurred grumbles as they shoved you into the elevator again.

“Stay there,” Robin ordered before pressing the buttons.

“It’s not gonna work!” Steve shouted.

“Yeah! It’s not gonna- Woah!”

You both stumbled back as the elevator shot you back up towards the mall with speed.

“I have an idea!” Steve looked at you, hopping onto the red cart beside you. You held it in place as he appeared to surf, whooping and giggling together as he tried to hold his balance.

“They seem drunk,” Erica told Dustin.

“No, I’ve seen them drunk before. And this was not what they acted like,” Robin shook her head. “They’re high.”

“High?!”

“Like on drugs?!”

“ON LIFE, BABY!” You shouted, earning a cheer from Steve before he lost his footing and slammed into the ground. “WIPEOUT!”

You both giggled again. Dustin placed his palm on Steve’s forehead.

“He’s burning up.”

“You’re burning up!”

“One sec- One sec- Steve, hold still!” Dustin parted his eyelids to get a closer look at his eyes, earning whimpers of pain. “His pupils are super dilated.”

“Yeah, because they obviously got drugged!” Robin rolled her eyes, walking over to you. “Look at me. Are you drugged?”

You gasped.

“I would never!” You frowned. “Okay, fine! You caught me. But only because Eddie said it was fun.”

“You got high with Eddie?!” She widened her eyes. You giggled. “I knew you were lying to me when I asked you!”

“Of course I got high with Eddie! He sells weed, Robin. Obviously we smoked the weed,” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/N, look at me! Did the Soviets drug you?” You grabbed her cheeks.

“You are the prettiest girl in the whole world, Robin. No Russian will ever take that away from you. Your beauty is patriotic.”

“What does that even.. Yeah, she’s definitely high,” She brushed you off. “Dustin? How’s it going over there?”

“Steve, are you drugged?” Dustin ignored you both.

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana,” He booped Dustin’s nose.

“This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you! Are you gonna die on us?”

“Boop!” He gently slapped his nose. “You both have the cutest noses.”

“Dustin had the cutest little button nose when he was a baby,” You grinned. “Hey, remember when I bet you five bucks you couldn’t fit that lego up your nose? We had to take you to the ER. Speaking of noses, I can’t breathe through mine. Is it still on my face?”

“They’re going to be looking for us up there so I need you to tell me where you parked your car,” Dustin continued to ignore you.

“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” Steve looked at you.

“I would kill for a hot dog on a stick,” You smiled.

“Ooh!! If these guys didn’t know we made out already, I would kiss you right now!”

“YOU MADE OUT?!” Dustin shouted.

“Dustin! Focus!” Robin shook her head. “Yes, you can eat or make out as much as you want after this but you have to tell us where you parked your car-“

“Uh-oh,” Steve blinked. “The car’s off the board.”

“What?”

“They took the keys!” Steve emptied his pockets. “The Russians, they took the keys! Like forever ago!”

You giggled as Robin searched your pockets, finding them to be just as empty.

“Stop it! That tickles!”

“That’s a bummer, right?” Steve grinned up at Dustin. “Boop!”

The sober kids all stood up, looking at each other with anxious frowns. They all ignored you and Steve’s intoxicated banter, propping you up once the elevator halted and opened. You followed the pack outside, sticking your tongues out to taste the air.

“STOP!” The gates burst open, revealing armed Russian guards.

“SHIT! COME ON! COME ON!”

“GO! GO!”

“RUN, YOU IDIOTS! RUN!”

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!” Steve asked as you all sprinted back into the building. You both got herded through the hallways, only pausing when your guides were unsure if the coast was clear. Robin led the way through the familiar path until you all somehow ended up in the movie theater.

“You two! Sit!” She hissed.

“No, no, no! These seats are too close!“

“Dude, these seats blow!”

“Then don’t watch the movie,” Dustin whispered.

“We wanna watch it!” You frowned.

“THEN WATCH IT!”

A round of shushing erupted through the packed room.

“Sorry..” Robin whispered. “Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere.”

“Fine, Mom!” Steve rolled his eyes, making you laugh again. The group all scoffed and wandered off to find their own seats.

“Does this count as a date?” Steve whispered to you.

“Totally,” You nodded. “You even bought us popcorn and everything! Best date ever!”

You reached into the bag and grabbed a fistful of popcorn. You both watched the movie for a few minutes before he looked over at you.

“You’re so pretty,” Steve sighed, completely mesmerized.

“You think I’m pretty?” You giggled.

“Uh, duh! Like, the prettiest ever,” He snorted.

“You’re really pretty too. But God, you can be such a dick sometimes.”

“I really can be. I’m trying not to be one anymore but it’s such a hard habit to break,” He nodded. “If I’m ever too much of a dick, just kiss me. That’s like the red button at the gas station that stops all the gas from flowing if there’s an accident.”

“Your lips are buttons?”

“My lips are dry buttons.”

“Ew! Dry, bloody buttons.”

You both giggled, earning around round of shushing.

“I have a solution for your dry buttons,” You whispered. “Two words. Water. Fountain.”

His eyes lit up, grabbing your hand and leading the way out of the theater. You both stumbled into the lobby, taking turns drinking from the water fountain.

“This water tastes like heaven,” He gulped.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything but.. I’m pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son,” You said.

“Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keratin’s mom?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“But they’re the same age.”

“No, but he went back in time.”

“Then why is it called Back to the Future?” He snickered.

“‘Cuz he has to go back to the future because he’s stuck in the past. So the future is actually the present which is his time.”

“… Wh-.. What?”

“‘S a good thing you’re handsome, Harrington,” You sighed. “My mouth’s dry.”

“Here,” He moved aside, presenting you with the fountain. “Drink.”

You grinned, stumbling over before allowing the sweet, cold liquid to flow into your mouth and making its way into your stomach. You couldn’t help but hum with happiness, downing the nectar of the gods.

“See! I can share,” He crossed his arms. “I’m like so good at sharing.”

“You are good at sharing,” You looked up at him. “You always share your slushee with me when you come back from your breaks!”

“Like I’m good at being a part of something.. A couple. I’m good at being in a relationship.”

“What are you even talking about right now?” You giggled.

“I’m telling you that I’d be a good boyfriend,” He scoffed, annoyed that you didn’t get the memo the first time. “I’m like an awesome boyfriend.”

“Steve, The Hair, Harrington? A good boyfriend? How many girls have you slept with since October?” You snorted.

“None that I really liked!” He defended his honor. “It’s not that I didn’t try to like them. They just didn’t really compare to this girl I’m crushing on. The downside of liking her is that she always steals my slushees after my break.”

You giggled, wiping your mouth with your wrist before speaking up again. “I have no clue how you’re so good at relationships. I’m horrible at them.”

“Nah,” He stepped away, looking up at the ceiling as he continued. “You were just with the wrong…” His voice faded as his jaw dropped. “Woah… Hey, Y/N. You gotta check this out.”

You swallowed another mouthful of water before standing up and waltzing over to him. You followed his gaze and were greeted with a light show. The lights danced around, melting into one another and reaching down to kiss your noses. Utterly mesmerized by the show, you didn’t dare look away even as you felt as if the world around you was spinning.

It wasn’t until you both grunted, trying to swallow down the water that attempted to force its way back up, that you both took off running into the bathroom. You coughed and gagged, barely making it to the toilets on time to release the contents in your stomachs. You both retched for about fifteen minutes, only gaining back a semi-sober consciousness after the second to last flush.

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” You sighed, laying down on the tile below you. “Is it still spinning for you?”

You heard him shuffle in the stall next to you. “Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?”

“Maybe,” You responded. “Ask me something. Interrogate me.”

“Okay,” He chuckled. “Interrogate you, sure, um.. When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”

“Today.”

“What?”

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!”

“Oh, my God!” He cackled.

“It was just a little bit, though,” You giggled.

“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system,” He muttered to himself. You continued to laugh as you sat up, leaning on the wall behind you and crossing your legs.

“Alright, my turn!”

“Okay,” You could tell me was smiling by the way he spoke. “Hit me.”

“Were you actually in love with Nancy?” You asked.

“Kinda. I thought so. It felt like it in the moment,” He sighed. “Were you in love with Eddie?”

“Nah,” You chuckled. “I never thought so.. I think he was right to break up with me. I loved him, I just wasn’t IN love with him, you know? He deserves better than that.”

“Oh.”

“You still kinda in love with Nance?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little better for me.”

“Robin?” You teased. He laughed.

“No, not Robin. Hasn’t she told you?”

“Told me what?”

“.. I- no, it’s not really my place to-“

“Oh, that she’s into girls?” You laughed. “Yeah, I’ve known since sophomore year. I’m surprised she told you!”

“Yeah, me too,” He chuckled. “It’s crazy though. Dustin thought she was the one I liked. He kept saying, you know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie..”

“Big talk for someone with a fake girlfriend,” You added, making him snort.

“To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s real either.. But that’s not-that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is this girl, you know, the one that I actually like..” He swallowed down the nervous knot in his throat as he continued. “I think Dustin might actually want us to get together more than I do, if that’s possible. And, I don’t even know how exactly I got into the same exact situation I was in as a fourteen year old, but the girl who broke my heart once totally has the power to do it again. She was my biggest and baddest heartbreak, and I’m not entirely sure I ever got over her..

“Especially after Halloween when she held me until I stopped crying and took my back to her place. That night, she was having this nightmare and wouldn’t stop gasping and whimpering until I put my arm around her. Then she just fell right asleep on my chest and it all felt so… right.

“I convinced myself I could put my feelings aside so we could be friends, because I didn’t wanna lose her again but then.. she kissed me and, as if she wasn’t all I thought about before, now it’s like she’s the only thing that is able to dance around my mind. Even when I was getting beat to a pulp, my mind couldn’t wondering if she was okay.

“And she’s funny- I mean so fucking funny. Ever since I became her friend again, it’s like I’ve laughed harder than I’ve laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart. Way smarter than me, like first in her class type of smart. She can crack, like, top secret russian codes and.. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before…” He finally paused, feeling his heart drop at your silence. His knuckles knocked on your stall. “Y/N? … Y/N, did you just OD in there?”

“No..” You drew in a shaky breath. “I am still alive..”

A brief silence ensued before you watched his legs slide under the stall, the rest of his body following along, before he propped himself on the wall opposite you.

“The floor’s disgusting,” You scrunched your nose, wincing a bit at the pain that erupted throughout it.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so..” He smiled softly as you let out a breathy chuckle. Your face fell as you got a better look at his battered up features. You reached forward, gently lifting his chin to examine the damage.

“Jesus, they got you good..” You breathed. He shrugged.

“At least my nose isn’t broken,” He teased.

“Does it look broken?” Your eyes widened, making him chuckle again.

“Little bit, yeah. It could just be swollen though,” He nodded, looking down at it sympathetically. You sighed, letting your head hit the wall behind you at you both sat in silence once more. “So, what do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl.”

“I think..” You drew in a breath before looking into his eyes. “She’s scared.”

“Of.. losing the friendship?” He blinked, trying to fill in the blank. “Of telling him she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“No, it’s definitely not that,” You shook your head. “She’s scared because she does want this boy in the same way but she doesn’t know if she can offer him what he wants.. What he deserves… She’s scared because you.. You have this way of tearing down the walls that I’ve strategically placed for relationships. Steve, I’m scared because I don’t know if I could fight it with you.”

“Fight what?” He blinked. You looked down. “The urge to leave again?”

“The urge fall in love again,” You shook your head, briefly looking into his eyes before fixing your gaze on your fingers.

“I wouldn’t..” He leaned forward with a serious look, adjusting his body so that his arms rested on your knees. “I wouldn’t hurt you, you know. I actually don’t think I have it in me to hurt you. Look, I know it’s scary to put your heart in someone else’s hands but we can take things slow, you know? As slow as you want. We don’t even have to say the L word. Maybe not for like the first year or two-“

“Years!?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his future plans. Part of you was shocked at how natural it sounded falling from his lips and how badly you wanted that. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly made it so different with him. For the first time ever, the thought of spending years with someone didn’t scare you. It didn’t send you running for the hills. Nor did it make you shut down emotionally.

It excited you.

“I mean, yeah. Is that too soon? We could wait for year five or ten if it makes you feel better,” He shrugged, making you laugh. “Look, my point is, I know how you feel about relationships. But this one would be on your terms. We’ll take it as slow as you need to. Every milestone, every kiss, everything- I promise I won’t do any of it without your consent. I just.. I want this. I want you.. so bad.”

“I want you, too,” You smiled, feeling him happily squeeze your thighs. “So bad.”

“Okay, but just making sure, this is like official, right?” He blinked. “Like officially exclusive?”

“Yes, Steve, it’s officially exclusive,” You laughed.

“Like, how exclusive?” He clarified. “Like when people ask me if I’m single, do I say I’m seeing someone or do I tell them I have a girlfriend?”

You threw your head back in laughter.

“What?! It’s a serious question!”

“Is this seriously your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“What? Is one drugged up movie date and a couple makeout sessions too quick to ask?” He chuckled.

“No, but that’s the least romantic way I’ve ever been asked to go steady with someone!”

“What?! The whole first part was super romantic!” He laughed. “That was like the most romantic thing that’s ever come out of my mouth! Come on, Henderson- I have to get some points for that speech.”

“That was a very romantic speech,” You admitted.

“Thank you!” He playfully shouted, causing you both to giggle for a moment before your eyes locked once more. You felt him gently rub your skin with his thumb, looking at your lips with those dreamy eyes of his. “I wanna kiss you so bad but your nose really does look wonky. It’s like tilting to the side.”

“Shut up!” You giggled, holding your side as the pain began to sink in again. “Stop making me laugh- it hurts!”

“Plus we just puked so that would be the worst tasting kiss ever,” He added, dropping his forehead on your shoulder as you both erupted into a cackling fit. The door beside you burst open to reveal Robin, your brother, and Erica looking at you both with annoyance.

“Okay, what the hell?!” Dustin shouted. You both froze for a moment before looking at one another. It only took a single snort from your mouth for you both to burst into laughter again. He slapped your leg, falling back as you both wheezed and held your stomachs, hoping to ease the pain stabbing at your bruised ribs.

“Get them off the floor. The movie’s almost over. We need to move,” Robin huffed. The children helped you both up before you all wandered into the back hallways again.

You reached the lobby just in time to catch the crowd as they exited the movie theater. The kids led you into the mass, allowing you to blend in as you all walked out.

“That actually worked,” You smiled.

“Of course it worked. It was my plan,” Robin scoffed.

“Now all we have to do is get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come!” Dustin smirked.

“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house,” Steve spoke hesitantly.

“Why?”

“Well, I might’ve told them your full name.”

“And address,” You nodded.

Dustin’s eyes widened. “What is wrong with you?”

“Dude, I was drugged!” Steve blinked.

“So?”

“So?!”

“So you resist! You tough it out! You tough it out like a man!”

“That’s easy for you to say!” You stepped in. “You weren’t-“

“Guys..?” Robin muttered. You all looked up to see the same Russian soldiers checking ticket stubs at the exit. You paused just as they looked over at you.

“Abort. Abort! Abort!”

You twirled around again, taking off towards the food court. Once you reached the escalators, you chose to slide between them to speed you all up. The group followed you as you led them towards the pizza place. You all crouched down behind the counter, hugging your knees and breathing quietly as you heard several footsteps descend from the escalator.

Men spoke quietly, moving even quieter as they searched the place for any sign of you. Steve took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as those footsteps collectively close closer. You clenched your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the worst, when a car horn began to blare loudly through the vast space.

You all jumped, freezing in place before the men screamed and a series of ear piercing sounds echoed through the room until something finally crashed loudly behind you.

You all looked at one another with confusion before peaking your heads out from behind the counter to see what that was about.

Your eyes took in the view: bloodied men scattered about and a car crashed into the mall to your right.

To your left, stood Eleven. Dustin’s friends ran up from behind her, along with Nancy and Jonathan. You all let out sighs of relief before running to go meet with them.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” You shouted, following your brother to the escalators.

“You flung that think like a Hot Wheel!” Dustin giggled, running into Mike and Eleven’s arms.

“Lucas?!” Erica cried.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Ask them. It’s their fault,” She pointed at you.

“True, yeah. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault,” Steve nodded.

“I don’t understand what happened to that car,” Robin looked at you.

“El has superpowers,” Dustin spoke up as you opened your mouth to explain.

“I’m sorry?”

“She threw that thing with her mind,” You agreed.

“Come on. Catch up,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“That’s El??” Erica asked.

“Who’s El?!”

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Nancy asked you.

“Cracking a top secret code,” You frowned. “Why do you think we were hiding from those Russians?”

“Russians?!” Jonathan asked you. “Wait, what Russians? And why are you both all bloody?”

“The Russians!” Steve pointed at the bodies behind you.

“Those were Russians?!” Max questioned.

“Some of them,” Erica added.

“And we’re fine, thank you for asking,” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you talking about?!” Lucas waved his arms.

“Didn’t you hear our code red?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying!” Mike explained.

“Goddamn low battery!”

“How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?!” You and Steve shouted simultaneously.

“Well, everything worked out, didn’t it?!”

“Worked out! We almost died!” Erica scoffed.

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” Dustin snapped.

“It was pretty damn close.”

“Can we please go back to the whole Russian thing?! They’re working for the Russian government?”

“What are you not comprehending?!” Dustin rolled his eyes. “Am I not speaking English? We have a full-blown Red Dawn situation!”

“So this has nothing to do with the gate?” Max looked up at you.

“It has everything to do with they gate,” You shook your head. “They built this machine that’s opening-“

A thud and yelp behind you interrupted you mid sentence. You all turned to see Eleven lying on the ground with bloody actively running from her nose. You quickly ran over to her, crowding around her as she whimpered in pain.

“My leg!” She responded to the questions. “My leg!”

“Move! Let me through,” You pushed aside the kids before unwrapping her bandage to reveal a very infected, oozing wound with something white bulging from the middle. You all exclaimed in disgust, gagging and groaning at the sight before whatever sat inside the wound began to violently thrash around. El groaned before letting out a pained scream. You felt Steve pull you back as you all watched helplessly for a moment as the young girl screamed and sobbed.

“What do we do?!” He asked you. All eyes landed on you.

“I don’t know!” You shouted, looking back at the wound that moved around, making painful, gushing sounds. “I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“Think!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” You screamed, heaving as you looked up. The kids fell silent for a moment before your eyes lit up and your heart sunk at the idea that popped into your head. “Someone get me a clean, sanitized knife.”

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It’s Me And You Forever Pt. 8

Jason Scott x Reader

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Word count: 5,337

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Post Date: September 29th 2022

Post Time: 5:53 pm

Summary: Jason Scott and his childhood best friend have a rough time after an accident, but as they start to recover they meet four other troubled teens. Together the six go on a journey they never thought possible. They all band together as the power rangers to stop Angel Grove’s {and the world’s} destruction. Will they all find the destiny that was chosen for them? More importantly, what happens with y/n and Jason throughout this time?

Author's Note: I’ve decided that for my New Years resolution I’d learn Italian. With that being said I decided to try and add some into the story. So I used my translator on my phone for some of the Italian in here. I am in no way shape or form fluent in Italian yet, but I hope to be eventually. If you guys see anything wrong with my Italian I am so so sorry and we are not trying to offend or anything. We just thought it’d be cute if the reader had some Italian background.

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Jason’s Pov:

We drive up the hill again and end up passing the van surrounded by officials. On instinct like a feeling knotting up in my stomach, I can feel y/n slowly start to freak out. I reach my hand back and immediately feel y/n’s sweaty hand grip mine tightly. I could care less if her hand is sweaty, all I know is I want to comfort her.

We all watch as we drive past and I turn to look at Kimberly. She sighs and lifts her hand from the wheel for a moment before putting it back.

“Let’s just keep going,” Kimberly speaks in a nervous tone.

I feel y/n’s hand start to shake lightly as we all look back out to the scene again, so I slowly start to caress her hand with my thumb. I only stop when I feel her start to become steady again before she squeezes my hand. I squeeze back and she lets out a sigh as Kimberly continues up the hill.

After only a few more minutes, Kimberly is parking and we all start to get out of the car. We all walk to where we had been last night, but y/n stops just a few feet from the car. She takes a deep breath in and I know what’s coming.

“You guys coming or what?” Billy asks as he watches me walk back over to y/n.

“Yeah. Uhh, just give us a minute, ok?” I ask, making both Kimberly and Billy nod before they walk a little ways away from us.

When they stop and wait just a little ways away from us, I turn back to y/n. I quickly look her over only to see her gasping like she can’t breathe.

“J… I..I.. can’t breathe…” y/n pants out as she continues to try to breathe.

“Hey… hey… you're ok, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you,” I explain to her as I grip onto the sides of her face.

“Just focus on copying my breathing, ok?” I ask her before nodding along with her when she nods.

“You’ve got this. You’ve done it before, remember? In… and out... in... and out…” I coach her and smile at her softly as her breathing slowly becomes more and more normal.

“There ya go, princess. See, you're ok…” I coo as I pull her into a hug.

She grips onto my shirt as she takes a few more deep breaths in. I rub her back lightly before pulling her back a bit to look at her.

“Haven’t had a panic attack in a few years, huh?” I make the observation and she giggles lightly as she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah. You’d think I’d know how to get rid of them by now,” she jokes sarcastically as she rolls her eyes.

“Hey. No. Don’t go there. I get why you’d panic. This is all scary, but like I promised, I’m staying right here next to you,” I tell her as I reach down and grab her hand.

I bring her hand up to my lips and press a light kiss to the back of it. She smiles at me and I boop her on the nose.

“There she is. Come on. You ready to go on?” I ask and she looks up at me, biting her lip like she’s thinking it over.

“Yeah. Ok. Let’s go,” she agrees with a nod of determination and I smile.

“There’s my beautiful, determined girl. Come on,” I proudly say with a smile before pulling her along to catch up with the others.

Once we catch up with them, they start to walk the way we need to go. We walk for a few minutes before coming to the edge of the cliff of the cavern we were in the other night.

“Guys, look. Look, it’s that guy again,” Kimberly speaks as we come to look down into the cavern.

I let go of y/n’s hand only for a split second to cup my hands around my mouth. Y/n sticks close to me as I do.

“Find anything interesting?” I yell out to the guy who seems to be chipping at the wall the same as last night.

“If I do, I’m keeping it!” The guy yells back at us as I put my hands down, letting y/n grab onto mine again.

“We know why you’re here!” Kimberly shouts as she gives an exasperated expression as he continues to do what he was doing before.

“Oh, yeah?” he shouts back before straining up to look at us again.

“You guys wake up surprised to be alive and jump over a house?” The guy shouts back and y/n grips my arm a little tighter, making me rub circles into her hand again.

“Yeah! Kinda. Well- no,” Billy shouts back to the guy. “Look, we're different, all right? Everything’s different,” Billy continues to explain and Kimberly looks at me.

Y/n frowns a little as her grip loosens and I just tighten mine. I try to continue to give her calm feelings as we all stare down at the guy.

“Uh, you're Zack, right?” Kimberly shouts once she looks away from me and back to the guy.

“Yup!” Zack yells back as he holds his hand out like he’s bowing.

“You still go to Angel Grove?” I ask before shifting my feet.

“Ha! Sometimes!” Zack shouts again, throwing his arms in the air before he goes back to hitting the wall.

“You know, the other girl was here too, about an hour ago,” Zack shouts again as he now turns and points his ax at us.

“Hey, you mean that girl right there?” Billy asks as he points to the other girl across from us on the other ledge.

“Hey! Come on down!” I shout again with my hands up by my mouth. “We should figure this out together!” I continue before putting my hands down again as she starts to climb the rock hill.

“Whoa,” Kimberly says in shock as we watch her climb.

“Oh, screw this,” Zack says before running after her.

“Okay, let me handle this…” Kimberly tells us as she starts to move back.

“She got up there pretty fast,” Billy tells us as he points to where she just was climbing.

“No! No! No!“ I yell out as I watch Kimberly take a running start before leaping off the side we’re on.

She chases after both Zack and the other girl and y/n lets out a light gasp. I shake my head and Billy follows after. I reach out to stop him, but miss him. I groan, rubbing my face before deciding to follow after them.

I start backing up, but y/n stands in my way. She has her arms crossed as she gives me a look that tells me she isn’t happy.

“What are you doing?” she asks and I shrug.

“I’m following them. Come on,” I explain before grabbing her hand.

“No, J. There’s no way in hell I’m doing any of that,” she denies as she shakes her head and plants her feet.

“Y/n. Please. Come on. We can fight about it later,” I explain and she huffs before dropping my hand and crossing her arms once again.

“So we’re just doing everything Kimberly says now, huh?” she asks angrily and I groan as I fight the urge to just pull her with me.

“No. We are not. I just wanna know what’s happening. Please, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you here. I told you I wouldn’t leave your side,” I practically beg her to come with me and she rolls her eyes.

“Fine,” she huffs as she drops her arms before getting into a running stance.

Before I know it she’s off and running after them, climbing up the side of the rock hill. She stops and turns around to look at me.

“Well, are you coming or not?” she shouts and I shake my head before taking my running leap as well.

I leap and land right next to where she had before climbing up to be next to her. I give her a small smile, but she only huffs and continues up the hill. I sigh before following after her.

“You have a coin. We have a coin,” I hear Kimberly say as me, Billy and y/n catch up to the group before coming to a stop.

“We should just talk about this. I mean, we don’t know what this-” Kimberly continues to talk to the other girl before getting cut off as the other girl turns and starts to run.

“Whoa! Woah!” All of us guys yell out as she runs till the edge of the cliff and jumps across to the other side.

“What is wrong with you?” Kimberly whispers out and I see y/n out of the corner of my eye, just shaking her head.

“Whoa! Oh, you’re crazy! But so am I!” Zach yells out to her while pointing to himself.

“Whoa, Zach…” Kimberly immediately intervenes.

“No, I got this…” he tells her as he walks back behind all of us before taking a running start.

“What are you doing?” I ask him as Billy lets out a lot of whoas.

Zach runs past us and he lets out a yell as he flies over the canyon. As he falls to the floor he takes the girl in yellow down and we all grimace as they crash into the ground.

“Hey!” he yells out from the ground as the girl in yellow gets up and he grabs onto her foot.

“I got her!” he yells over to us and y/n lets out a puff of air that sounds like a chuckle.

“Get off of me,” the girl in yellow tells him as she kicks her leg so he’ll let go.

“Just jump over…” he yells to us again as he lets go of the girl in yellow before waving us over.

“Let's go. Jump with me. Yeah,” Kimberly asks me as she looks at me.

“No, no, no! Don’t- don’t jump,” Billy immediately protests as Kimberly gets behind us into a running position.

“Okay…” I agree with Kimberly but hear a scoff, making me look at y/n.

“What?” I ask her with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing…” she replies in a cold tone and I groan.

“Come on what?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes.

“Really, it’s nothing, Jason. Just leave it be…” she tells me as she uncrosses her arms and rolls her eyes one last time.

My face falls when she spits my name out like it’s venom and I pause for a moment before sighing when I look at her again. I rub a hand over my face and she just shrugs.

“No. It’s som-” I start, but stop as I watch her take a running start before jumping across and landing gracefully on the other side.

“Ok…” I say as I shake my head, not understanding what just happened.

I watch as she gets up and stands next to Zach, who asks her something, but I can’t hear what. She frowns before nodding and crossing her arms again, making me sigh in frustration.

“No. No, y/n, you shouldn’t have jumped. Don’t jump, Jason!” Billy shouts out again with his eyes wide.

“Don’t jump. Don’t jump,” Billy repeats again in a panic.

“Ok. I’m gonna jump across with her,” I tell Billy quickly as I point at Kimberly.

“And then you jump, ok?” I ask him and he shakes his head.

“Piece o’ cake,” I finish off and he continues to shake his head.

“No, no, no!” Billy protests before I turn and start to run with Kimberly.

“D…d..don’t, don’t! Jason! Hey!” I hear Billy shout, but I ignore it and continue to run.

We run until we come to the edge of the cliff and jump off of it. We start to soar through the air to get across the canyon.

“That’s not a piece o’ cake!” I hear Billy shout, but I don’t reply because I’m too amazed at the feeling of flying over the cavern.

We continue to fly though the air and before I know it, Kimberly lands on her feet and comes to a sliding stop. I, on the other hand, full on face-plant into the ground and I hear y/n let out a small hiss. I taste blood in my mouth as I get up on both hands as Kimberly comes up behind me.

“You alright?” she asks as she grabs just under my armpit to help me up.

“Yeah, no problem,” I groan out as she helps me up.

“You got this, Billy!” I yell out to him as I dust off my hands.

“No, I don’t!” he yells back to me and I walk a little closer to the edge of the cliff.

“It’s fun,” I tell him before looking at y/n, who still seems mad and I turn back to him.

“It’s such a far jump!” he shouts back in fear.

“Come on, let’s go dude!” Zach yells out as he waves him over.

“Come on, Billy!” Kimberly shouts from beside me.

“We all did it!” I yell out before I hear a scoff, making me turn.

“Yeah. Cause he should totally do it just because we all did,” y/n mutters out angrily and I shake my head. choosing not to reply.

My heart aches to know she’s upset with me, but won’t tell me why. I wish I could just pull her aside and calmly talk about it not in front of the others, but now doesn't seem like the time so I’ll just wait till I can.

“You’ll be fine. I promise. Just jump!” Kimberly yells out and Billy starts to pace from side to side.

“Come on, do it, dude. Let’s go!” Zach yells out and y/n rolls her eyes.

I try to reach down and grab her hand in hopes I can comfort her even the slightest bit, but she pulls away before walking over to the girl in yellow. They smile at each other and y/n sits down next to her on the rock she’s on. She puts an arm around her and y/n smiles lightly at her, making me frown.

I decide to drop it for the moment before looking back over at Billy. He still paces side to side as he mumbles something to himself for a few minutes, probably trying to psych himself up.

“He’s scared…” Kimberly notes as she points at him.

“If he’s scared. He's scared. Let him do it in his time,” y/n speaks up still with anger clearly in her voice.

“He’ll come across, he’s fine,” I tell Kimberly as we watch him continue to psych himself up.

“Visualize jumping across! And then do it!” I yell out to him and he stops pacing.

“Come on, you got this!” Zach yells out and Kimberly lets out an okay.

He turns before taking a running start and screams as he flies through the air. He kicks his legs and moves his arms around as he soars across the canyon, catching more air.

“Woo hooo!” Zach yells out as I lift my arms.

“Billy, you got this!” I yell out to him as he gets closer to us.

“Whoa! Oh shit! Woah!!!” Billy yells out as he gets closer. He lands on the edge of the cliff, gripping the rocks on the side before he starts to try and climb up.

“Are you ok?” I ask him as I take a step to start walking to him.

“I got it,” he tells us as he gestures with his hand for us to leave him alone.

“Come on, climb up. Climb up,” I tell him and he works at it.

“I did it!” he says as he continues to try and climb up.

“See, what’d we tell you, Billy? You got it!” I tell him as he finally climbs up before standing up.

“Told you. See?” Kimberly tells him as I start to clap for him.

He lets out a whoo and starts to dance as we clap for him, but he loses his balance and falls backward off the edge.

“Billy!” I yell out as Kimberly and the rest of us rush forward.

His screams fade out and I start to panic.

“Billy!” I shout as we all look over the edge. “Billy!” I yell out again, but it’s just dead silence.

“Billy! I yell one more time as we continue to look over the edge for him.

“Oh, mio Dio…{Oh, my gosh…} Billy,” y/n whispers out from behind me and I take a moment to look up at her to see she has tears in her eyes.

“We just killed that dude,” Zach asks me and I look at him before looking away again.

“Way to be blunt, Zach. Yeah I think we did,” y/n tells him in a choked tone.

“What do we do?” Kimberly asks from behind me.

“Isn’t it obvious? We need to call 911,” y/n grits out and I just look back down into the cavern.

“Hey, guys, you gotta come down here!” Billy shouts from below. “It’s water! You gotta see this,” Billy continues as we all collectively let out sighs of relief.

“Oh, grazie a Dio {Oh, thank God.}. He’s ok…” y/n sighs in relief as she wipes a tear off her cheek.

It stays silent for a minute more before Kimberly and Zach start to laugh. I get up off the ground and immediately pull y/n into a hug.

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“Yo, all right! I’ll see you guys down there,” Zach tells us before turning lightly.

“Uhh… bring that crazy girl,” he finishes off before he jumps off the edge letting out a yell as he goes.

“Come on, you guys, let’s go! Whoo!” I yell out as I push y/n forward a bit.

“J… don’t you dar-” she starts, but doesn’t finish as I wrap my arms around her before jumping and bringing her with me.

We free fall and I smile as she keeps a tight hold on me. I let out a chuckle as I realized she has her eyes closed.

“Sweetheart, you can look. I’m right here,” I speak right next to her ear to make sure she hears me over the wind rushing past us.

She opens her eyes and a smile makes way onto her face as we continue to fall. We fall for about a minute more before we hit the water. We both sink down a ways before I start to kick, pushing towards the surface. Once she’s able to, she starts to kick with me and we get closer and closer to the surface of the water.

We all let out gasps as we resurface and grin just as another splash gets us. Looking over to where the splash is, we see Kimberly and the girl in yellow had jumped as well.

“Welcome to the club!” Zach yells out to all of us.

‘Sup, crazy girl?” Zach asks as he turns to the girl in yellow as we all just swim around.

I feel y/n kick out her leg lightly and the girl that’s wearing yellow gives her a look. Y/n then shrugs at her and they both look away from one another.

“We gotta do that again,” Zach says with a grin.

We then continue to swim and just hangout for a moment before I look down. I see that I myself seem to be glowing red and y/n orange.

“Hey, guys. Guys!” I yell out trying to get everyone else’s attention.

“What?” Zach asks when I finally get their attention.

“Check out how we glow,” I say in amazement as I look down at the red light under me.

“Cool. Oh, yeah. I like this,” Zach says in amazement as he chuckles while looking down.

“I’m blue!” Billy yells out in excitement as I swim over closer to him.

“That’s not my favorite color, but it’s cool,” he tells me as we continue to look down at our colors.

“I’m black!” Zach shouts out, making Billy look at him.

“What?” Billy asks in confusion.

“I am,” Zach replies as he gives Billy a look.

“No, you're not!” Billy fights back and Zach just laughs.

“Y/n, you’re orange!” Billy tells her as he swims over to her.

“I know. Cool, right? Second favorite color,” she tells Billy with a grin on her face.

Billy then goes under the water and stays down for a minute before popping back up. I swim over to y/n and she smiles at me. My heart feels lighter now that she is happy and no longer mad.

“Hey, guys. There’s something down there, follow me,” he tells us as he looks between all of us before going back under.

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I take a deep breath and go to dive, but I stop when I feel a hand grab mine. I turn to see y/n and she gives me a shy smile before nodding her head towards the water. I let out a light chuckle as I squeeze her hand the best I can underwater before we both dive.

We all follow Billy, swimming down for quite a while before coming up to something that looks like a vertical wall of water. Billy slowly puts his hand through it before pulling it back in shock. He carefully puts his hand through the water again, then his face. The rest of us slowly follow him through the wall of water, realizing that we can breathe on the other side.

Looking around, it looks like we’re on the ceiling of some cave.

“Where are we?” I ask as we all look around in amazement.

“I don’t know,” Zach replies as we all continue to still hang there.

“Jason! I’m sliding!” Billy yells out to me before he falls from the water with a scream.

Soon we all follow after him and we all fall to the ground of the cave. Billy and Kimberly fall onto their stomachs. I fall onto my stomach as well and y/n falls on top of me. Zach and the other girl fall together before rolling to a stop with her sitting on his waist.

“Hi,” Zach greets as he looks up at the girl.

“Again?” she asks before shoving off of him.

“I am so sorry, J…” y/n apologizes as she quickly scurries off of my back and helps me up.

“It’s ok, princess. You're not that heavy,” I joke with her and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but I did literally smoosh you,” she fights back and I chuckle.

“Hey. Better me than you. I would have flattened you like a pancake…” I joke again and she giggles.

“I guess you have a little bit of a point there,” she tells me and I widen my eyes.

“Are you calling me fat, sweetheart?” I ask her and her eyes widen.

“No! You took that out of context!” she shouts as she points a finger at me and I chuckle as I shrug.

When we’re done bantering, we all look around before looking up at the water we just came from. Some water drips around us as we look up at it, but for the most part all the water stays above us.

“Well, that is unusual,” Billy utters from behind me and y/n as we continue to look up at it while he pulls his flashlight from his pocket.

“This just gets better and better,” Zach says in amazement as we all continue to look at the water.

I turn around and start to look around the walls of the cave. Y/n follows me and crashes into my back when I abruptly come to a stop.

“Oww, J, next time warn me…” she tells me as she rubs her nose and I chuckle.

“Sorry…” I apologize as I give her a guilty look before turning back around.

“Do you feel that?” Kimberly asks as she walks around me and y/n.

She walks over to one of the many pillars and puts her hand on it. There’s a small tremor that makes y/n grab onto my arm before putting it back down.

“There’s something out here,” I point out as we all continue to investigate.

“The walls are shaking,” Kimberly tells us as we all walk up behind her.

“Come on,” I order as I reach down and grab y/n’s hand before walking past Kimberly.

We walk through the opening and see more pillars around the whole cave. Billy walks past me and y/n and goes a little farther as he shines his flashlight around.

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“That’s impossible,” he utters as we come to a stop on the small ledge to look at what looks like a spaceship.

Billy and I exchange a look of awe. When he looks away, I look to y/n and she squeezes my hand. I shake my head in disbelief before looking back at the spaceship. After a moment of staring at it in awe, we all start to walk towards it.

“This must have been here for millions of years,” Billy ponders as we all continue to look around at it now that we’re close to it.

“I mean, look how the rock has grown around it,” he continues as he points his flashlight around at all the rock walls.

“I don’t like this place,” Kimberly voices as we walk towards what looks like the door or the spaceship.

“Well. Why don’t you leave then. I think it’s rather cool if you ask me,” y/n bites out in anger before she drops my hand and walks next to the girl in yellow.

They whisper and point at things around us and while they do I notice a glowing from my pocket. I pull the coin from my pocket and take a moment to watch as it glows brightly.

“Hey guys?” I call out to them as I hold the glowing coin up and they all group around me.

“Check it out,” I say as I continue to hold it out in front of all of us.

It’s quiet for a moment as we all stare at the coin in my hand, but only a few minutes later there’s a light wearing sound that comes from behind us. We all turn to the spaceship to see that the door has now opened. I look at Kimberly who’s next to me and nod.

“Okay…” she whispers out.

We all start to climb the long row of stairs in front of us and once we get to the top we’re all panting. We finally make it into what looks like four halls each leading somewhere else. I look over at y/n just to check on her only to see her arms are crossed in discomfort.

We all come to a stop at the top of the stairs and I wait on y/n knowing she'll seek me out. She does just that and comes up behind me before wrapping her arm around mine pulling it close to herself. I quickly grab her hand and lace our fingers together giving a gentle squeeze in hopes to comfort her.

“Holy sh—” Zach starts to say in shock, but Billy cuts him off with a quick ‘Shh!’.

“What, you think there’s aliens in here?” Zach asks as we all continue to look around.

“Just be quiet Zach,” I tell him as I put a hand out to motion him to be quiet.

“It’s so cold in here,” the girl in yellow comments as we start to walk farther in.

We walk a little further in and there’s the sound of dust falling. I stop for a moment and as I do y/n pulls my arm a little closer as Billy stops next to her.

“Jason, is this real? Like are we really in a spaceship right now?” Billy asks me as he takes a look at me before continuing to look around himself.

“I think so. Just- - just breathe, okay?” I ask him as I squeeze y/n hand silently telling her the same thing.

“Okay,” Billy agrees and I nod at him.

“Hey. We’ve all seen enough. Right? We should go now?” The girl in yellow speaks up and I feel y/n nod quickly.

“What? We’re gonna be famous,” Zach shouts out as he runs around.

“Quite!” I shout out as I take a few steps forward.

“There’s something here,” I try to explain as I continue to walk with y/n still attached to my arm.

I look up and more dirt like substance falls from the roof and what looks to be another door somewhere on the roof lights up. It starts to make noise as if powering up and y/n burrows into my arm more -as if that’s even possible- with a death grip. The door starts to whire before the whole ceiling starts to move.

“What was that?” I ask as I look up after jumping a little.

It all moves as if clicking into each other as more and more dust falls. I quickly grip y/n’s hand as we all start to jump into moving.

“The stairs!” Billy yells out as the stairs pull up and close off the entry way.

“Oh, my God!” The girl in yellow yells out as we all race over to the stairs.

“There’s no way out!” Kimberly shouts out as Billy starts to freak out.

“Guys, guys, guys!” Billy shouts, making me turn to him.

“Let’s go! That way! Let’s go! Let’s go!” I scream out to everyone as I point in one direction.

“I’m going,” Billy shouts out from in front of me.

“Run!” I hear Kimberly shout from behind me.

I go to run with everyone else, but I get pulled back. I groan and rub my shoulder as I look back. I see y/n stood in our spot frozen in fear and I sigh, shaking my head. I quickly turn back around and loop her legs over one arm and grab under her arms before lifting her in a bridle carry.

I quickly run to catch up with the others with y/n in my arms. We ran down a few hall’s before hitting a rounding corner. We all then split up and hide anywhere we can find.

The girl in yellow hides behind a pillar, Kimberly climbs up into a small area, Zach hides behind a few pillars as well. I hide behind the girl in yellow with y/n right next to me. Billy hides in the one right behind us.

Y/n stays frozen the whole time and I start to panic. I’ve only ever seen her this way once, when her dad freaked out on her and threw her phone at her head. She doesn’t even blink and that scares me more.

“Sweetheart. You're ok. I’m right here,” I whisper out to her as I put a hand on her cheek.

She finally blinks and she gives me a panicked look. I sigh and pull her to me keeping her head held to my shoulder.

“You're gonna be ok. I promise,” I whisper out to her again as I kiss her forehead.

I keep her held close, but turn so I can see what the others are seeing. There's an indistinct robotic chattering and we all collectively hold our breaths as it slowly gets closer. I close my eyes for a second to try and figure out how to get us out of here. But I open them again when the girl in yellow lets out a scream and there’s a loud thud before she gets dragged away.

To Be Continued…

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