#clint and natasha friendship fanfiction

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Whumpril Day 15 is up! @whumpril

I got depressed and fell behind on posting sorry

Todays Characters: Natalia/Natasha, Clint

Tags: How Clint Met Natasha

Description: The moment Natasha sees her way out

[naoa-ao3]

Gold Day

SUMMARY: Natasha is finally free of the Red Room so what does she want to do? Clint helps her think of something.

The job is done and SHIELD has declared Natasha clear and trustworthy but as she and Clint arrive in the states she doesn't feel the sense of relief she thought she would.

In some ways she feels she's just moving from one government shadow agency to another but it's not the Red Room and that's what counts here. SHIELD fights the Red Room and if she can't be free then at least she can fight those that made her.

She takes that as the win.

"You know what you're going to do now?" Clint asks her as they leave their debriefing.

She thinks for a moment. "I suppose I'll just wait for my next orders." She said. "I'm sure they want to see what I can do."

Clint frowns. "They already know what you can do. I'm asking what you're going to do. What you want to do."

She was silent.

What did she want to do?

So many years in the Red Room, so many years that were not her own and now she was back in the U.S. and the only thing she could envision was her next mission.

"I don't know." She said.

He nodded, they were wearing civilian clothes. That should have made it easier, should have made the transition more smooth. Why didn't it?

"Well if you need company, it's not like I have anything planned." He said. "So what's the one thing you want to do that they didn't let you?"

But what did you want to do when you had been given nothing but orders and missions your whole life?

They were outside in the car lot, his car waiting, hers nonexistent.

Maybe she should by a car.

"I lived here once." She said quietly, the memories coming back in fragments, her brain afraid to absorb them. "In Ohio."

"You wanna go to Ohio?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned on his car window.

She shook her head.

There was nothing in Ohio for her.

"No."

"Then what do you want, Nat?" He asked, not opening the door.

"I want. . ." A cheeseburger was American but she had eaten those before, doing it now would just be something to fill her stomach. Was she supposed to visit the Grand Canyon or the Statue of Liberty? Was she supposed to go to Las Vegas and gamble or somewhere else?

"I got an idea." Clint said, motioning to her and she followed him into the car, sitting without feeling her body.

What did she want to do?

She wanted to prove herself but she already had, she wanted to clean her slate but that was probably impossible. What did you do when there were nothing but options?

"I got an idea." He said.

She looked at him. "We're not going on a road trip, are we?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nah, nothing like that but I thought we could still go and find something to do."

She looked at him. Clint had given her this chance, Clint had seen something in her and helped her defect. She would be forever grateful to him, cherish him almost even if she didn't fully understand why he had done it.

"What do you have in mind?"

He shrugged defensively. "Nothing fancy." He muttered. "I mean we're in Kansas."

They were. The SHIELD base outside of Topeka looked like a small aircraft hanger but the real action was was underground.

"But I bet there's something we could do." He said. "Let's go for a drive. Put the top down."

"You're going to have to get a coverable for that." She said.

"It's a metaphor." He grunted, starting the ignition and backing out of the space. "And anyway, we're in the Heartland. There's plenty to see."

She sat back and let him take the lead, curious about where he would lead her to. Clint had ideas and he was the first person she had ever met that she could call a friend. Sure she had had sisters and comrades in the Red Room. . . some had even come close to being friends but Clint was more than that. He was the first person to ever give her a chance, to ever trust her and she in return had learned to trust him.

They had taken down the Red Room together.

Ended her pain together.

Well. . . not ended but they had started a new life together. Clint was one of the finest people she had ever known. One of the best and certainly the best archer and she had known some damn good archers in the Red Room but it was his heart that had reached her. His willingness to give her a chance.

"Show me your heartland." She said, sitting back and bracing herself for the world to come.

This was her start, her new life. No more Spiders, no more Dreykov, no more widows. No more orphans. Just shields and new missions and she had to close her eyes to convince herself that things had changed.

When she was with Clint she could open them.

He drove her through corn fields and under open skies.

"What about this?" He asked. "Nobody around in a suit for miles."

She smiled. It was nice, he was nice for doing it.

He was a friend, a real friend.

"It's nice." She said, sitting back in her seat. It was nice to have someone else driving for a change.

He nodded. "You can do anything you want now, Natasha."

But that wasn't exactly true, was it? She had traded the Red Room for SHIELD. That wasn't real freedom. It was one yoke for another.

Still, he was giving her the chance and she looked at him, wondering if he really understood all that he was giving her, all that he was to her.

He was watching her too, smiling faintly before putting his eyes back on the road.

"I want you to keep driving for a bit then." She said, looking up at the sky.

He nodded, apparently pleased and they drove for a very long time, white clouds over head and gold corn all around.

Today wasn't a red day. Today was a gold day and she thanked him for it.

When they pulled back up at the base and returned the car she smiled at him again. "Thank you, Clint."

He winked. "No problem. Sometimes just driving clears the head."

She still didn't know necessarily what she wanted to do but she believed him now. She could do nearly anything. Just nearly and she had Clint with her. With him along, she had the best shot she ever would.

He had given her this new life and this golden day.

[quietlyimplode]

leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 30 - note to self: don’t get kidnapped

Warnings: none I can think of, maybe just serious talk.

Word Count: 1.7k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: One to go. My loves, my friends, thank you for supporting this fic.

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He’s worried about his friends.

They’ve been missing for over two days, and even though he knows where they are, it feels like the tower is empty.

Steve wanders in and they talk about everything and nothing, avoiding the elephant in the room.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, just appears sometimes, to show Tony something or to use something in his lab.

He wants to see Natasha, know that she’s okay. Clint messages him every now and then, and sometimes he sends back a meme or picture and it’s easy communication.

It doesn’t stop the worry.

Their cat stays with him his his workshop, and he doesn’t hate the random company it keeps.

“Hello cat,” he greets, stretching and walking into the workshop. The cat stretches and eyeballs him, as he skirts around her, not wanting to disturb her.

“I think you need to go home,” he tells her, “be with your people.”

The cat licks it’s paw, then ducks it’s head as Tony gets nearer, sits next to her and sighs.

She stands and stalks over to him, sitting on him much to his delight and displeasure. He can’t move now, even if he wanted to.

“Jarvis, where’s Natasha?”

The AI takes a moment.

“They’re in Clint’s loft,” comes the comforting voice of his robot.

He sighs and absentmindedly pats the cat.

“Where’s the other girl ninja assassin?” he asks, wondering if it’s something Natasha wants to know.

“She was last tagged in Florida,” he’s told.

“Bruce?”

“Asleep.”

For once.

“Steve?”

“In the kitchen.”

The cat starts to purr lightly, the vibration oddly soothing as Tony relaxes.

Everything that’s happened over the last month, is his fault. All their pain, this journey into the abyss, rests heavily on his shoulders.

He stares at everything in his workshop, all of this and money and still…

He blames the Red Room, too, but, they’d trusted him to help; and he couldn’t.

He feels so guilty.

He keeps thinking about how he could have done it differently, if he knew then what he knows now.

He can’t take it back.

He wants to apologise to her but he doesn’t have the courage.

Sharp claws press into his thigh, and it takes his mined off his thoughts as he looks down. Green eyes look back to him as she kneads her front paws into his skin.

“Ow,” he complains.

But he doesn’t move her; he focuses on her, burying his fingers into her soft fur.

.

“Are you coming to get your cat?” Tony opens, as Clint laughs in response,

“Don’t act like you don’t love her.”

There’s a pause.

“Bruce told on you,” he finishes.

“Traitor,” Tony mutters, “Are you coming home.. Back?”

The silence is telling.

“No,” Clint says clearly.

“So this is goodbye?”

It hurts more than Tony cares to admit.

“For now.”

Even though he knew it was coming, he wonders if it would hurt less if they spent the last couple of days here.

If he could care for them, help them with anything they need. He knew they’d leave.

It’s what they do. They come and go like ships in the night.

Ever since he’s known them.

It was only a matter of time before they left again.

“Put Nat on?”

He almost feels Clint nod as the phone has static and then…

“Hey Tony.”

Hearing her speak, makes his breath catch in his throat.

“How are you?”

He can’t stop the question passing his lips.

The silence on the other end makes Tony cringe, it’s the wrong question.

“I’m doing okay,” she says finally. He’s not sure if she’s lying.

“Really?”

There’s a little pause before she speaks again.

“Yeah, getting there, you know? Note to self, don’t get kidnapped when you’re a child, it will lead to trauma later on.”

He sees where she’s going, opting for some levity, but he can’t quite take it.

“But … I don’t want that for you,” his words are forlorn, thinking of the conversation he’d had with Steve around childhood memories.

“It’s okay, Tony.”

“Will I see you again? Soon?”

He’d love to see what she’s doing right now, that this was a video call, because it takes her a second too long to answer. It’s been a week since he saw her last and it feels like too long,

“I’ve got to come get the cat at some point, right? Maria usually has her, but from what I hear, you’ve been getting along like a house on fire.”

Tony looks around for the black cat, unable to see her.

“I suppose,” he grumbles.

“You’ll keep her company for a couple of weeks?”

He hopes that’s all it is, he doesn’t want to tell her he’s already ordered food and scratching post and a few other things to make the cat more comfortable.

“I suppose,” he repeats.

“Where are you going?”

He’ll track them anyway, but he wants her to know he’s interested.

“Barbados,” she tells him. “The beach.”

Tony smiles, he remembers Clint being excited about the trip, which felt like so long ago.

“I’m glad you’re going,” he admits.

“Me too.”

Natasha takes an audible breath.

“Thank you, for everything,” she says softly into the phone. He hates that it sounds like goodbye.

“Always Nat. Need me to do anything whilst you’re away?”

Clint takes the phone back, as he answers.

“Nah, we’re good, but maybe don’t make the cat fat?”

Tony’s already looked into where they mentioned they’re staying; the hotel and plane. He updates the booking and changes the flights to first class.

“Okay,” he says absentmindedly.

“You’ll take care of each other?”

Clint answers straight away, sending a text at the same time.

“Of course,” he says.

Thanks; the text reads.

.

He’s the bearer of bad news at breakfast as he eats with both Steve and Bruce.

“They’ve gone,” he reveals, digging into the eggs that Steve had scrambled.

Bruce sips his coffee, nodding like he knew it was coming.

Steve’s back is turned, so he can’t get a read on his face. His hunched shoulders look disappointed though.

“What do we do now?” he asks, turning to face Tony, his face disappointed and serious.

Shrugging, Tony feels at a loss as well. Everything has been secondary to getting Natasha well, or safe, that going back to normal seems wrong somehow.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly.

“I don’t know.”

.

A week earlier.

Clint revels in the heat of the shower. Finally, things feel more stable, the routine of life almost back to pre-sickness levels, and yes, the trauma of life still weighs heavily on him, and yes, everything they do is reactionary to Natasha’s stressors and triggers, but it almost feels manageable.

It’s not like before when they had to contend with shield and reprogramming and setting up Natasha with a whole new identity.

It’s now that she needs to reset, find out who she is again, given everything that life has thrown at her.

He hopes his thoughts aren’t wrong.

It hurts to see her in pain, or dissociative at times, and he’d do anything to take it away from her, but it does feel promising the progress she’s made in the last week with the help of the therapist, and consistency of routine.

Stabilising, is perhaps the word he’s looking for.

Some hours are worse than others, but some are better.

Natasha is nothing, if not resilient. She takes what life throws at her and she takes it all in, deals with it and puts on a brave face to the world, even if inside she’s dying.

He hopes that’s not how she feels.

He turns off the water and steps out, drying and dressing himself monotonously.

Hoping to find her in the place he left her, Clint walks into the bedroom, finding her asleep, somewhat peacefully on the bed.

It’s something.

.

Sleep isn’t easy, just as the therapist had said.

Nightmares plague her brain in disjointed images. She shoots Jace, pushes Clint off the bridge, tasers Tony in the face.

Each time, she wakes up sweating.

She eyes the sleeping tablets, and takes it as prescribed, feeling guilt at the failure.

No, she tells herself, that’s wrong; medication is not a failure.

She’s been getting better at the self talk, the recalibration of self and soul, but old habits die hard.

Clint’s shower seems long as the tablets take hold.

She wanted to tell him that she’s ready.

For the sea.

For the change in scenery.

He had asked in therapy a week ago, if she still wanted to go to Barbados.

She barely remembered the trip that they had planned with what felt like a lifetime ago.

She’d not known what to say.

Change and moving from their safe little corner of the world was not something she could even entertain. She barely left the house, sometimes only going to the tower if he made her, or the therapist challenged it.

Nothing felt safe anymore.

Sometimes not even in her own body.

He’d not mentioned it again.

But sometimes it was all she could think of.

The thought, once implanted, was sometimes true only good thing to think.

Blue skies.

Blue seas.

Somewhere that she could forget all of this had happened.

Escape.

Natasha lets sleep claim her.

No dreams, she tells her brain, please no dreams.

.

Clint wakes her, the daylight breaking through the window. There’s sweat on her brow, despite the cool of the room.

There’s still moments of panic as she transitions from sleep, but it’s not met with a knife to his face as he talks her down, or a wild punch that comes at his nose.

Nowadays it’s just a frown as recognition dawns, and then a nod, as she takes herself to the bathroom.

Today though, Natasha watches him.

He wishes he knew what she was thinking.

“Bad dreams?” he asks, hoping it’s not the wrong thing to say.

“Something like that,” she replies, voice quite on the air.

“Do you still want to go?” she asks cryptically.

He cocks his head in confusion.

“Go where?”

Natasha reaches over for his hand.

“Barbados. Do you still want to go?”

Emotions swirl in his being.

He’d forgotten what hope felt like.

“It’s okay if you don’t…” she starts, a slight frown of disappointment on her face.

“No,” he kiss her hand, “of course I do, of course…”

He looks at her, taking her in.

“Are you sure?”

The small smile that appears is something he’s missed. Not even remembering the last time she smiled, he can’t help but smile with her.

“Yeah,” she replies. “Yes.”

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[blackwidow-daughter]

Well, posting here my first fiction in English! It's about Romanogers, and focused on Natasha's mind, her past, feelings, thoughts, and how she changes throughout the whole history! Hope you enjoy! Follows the synopsis:

The Spider On Her Web

Natasha Romanoff has always lived up to the Black Widow codename; her lies were woven with the most perfect mastery, and each enactment was perfect, entangling the victims like the soft and invisible web of a spider, until the final suffocation came, without knowing where, with a lethal “sting”. She has always mastered her farces, she has always known her own web well. But even the most effective hunter makes mistakes, and hers has a name: Steve Rogers. Since the soldier and his honesty entered the woman's life, her habits as a lone hunter have been put in check, and the role she wove for herself for decades begins to tear. A struggle against herself, during which Romanoff needs to face the truth, while certainties she thought she had fall away along with the world she created for herself within SHIELD: sometimes, letting yourself be captured is the only way to release.

Is love really childish? Or a solid bond with people who, one day unknown, would become the family the infamous assassin never thought she could possess? For the first time, her web is not empty, but will that make her stronger, or will it destroy her?

[swan-of-sunrise]

His Girl Friday

Summary: At Tony Stark's forty-fourth birthday party, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist and his longtime personal assistant finally address what's remained unspoken but secretly acknowledged between them for many, many years.

Pairings: Tony Stark X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time writing a Tony-centric fic and I had a lot of fun with it, so thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

His Girl Friday May 29th, 2014 Avengers Tower, New York City (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Being employed as Anthony Edward Stark’s personal assistant was a challenging and often times perilous job, and that was before he’d announced himself to the world as Iron Man. But (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was no ordinary personal assistant; she stood by the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist when he vowed to stop producing weapons at Stark Industries after being imprisoned by terrorists for three long months, she stuck with him when his secret illness and subsequent erratic behavior drove nearly everyone else away, and she flat-out refused to believe he’d been killed at the hands of the Mandarin. It was evident that Tony Stark was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Lately, however, she’d begun to notice a significant shift in her feelings towards her employer, feelings that definitely went beyond friendship and feelings that she suspected he was feeling as well; she tried her best to keep them at bay, fearful of ruining such a meaningful friendship and throwing away the only job she’d ever truly enjoyed on a baseless suspicion, and thankfully, there were always plenty of distractions to keep herself preoccupied with in her unique line of work.

From her place at the back of the room, (Y/N) scanned over the enormous checklist in her hands to see if she’d missed anything important; the guests were chatting, dancing and taking full advantage of the open bar while the DJ was playing all of Tony’s favorite songs in honor of his forty-forth birthday. All in all, not one of the worst birthday parties I’ve ever planned for him, she thought to herself, a reluctant smile playing on her lips as she recalled the disastrous thirty-ninth birthday party that resulted in the Malibu mansion’s near destruction at the hands of Tony and Rhodey. That particular birthday party was the reason why she’d initially been a little nervous at the prospect of the Avengers attending the soiree, but it only took a brief glance around the bustling common room to see that they were the perfect guests; Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson played pool with Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, while Bruce Banner hovered near the back of the enamored crowd of people that surrounded a slightly-inebriated Thor and listened to his enthusiastic re-tellings of the adventures he’d had on Asgard. Pepper and Dr. Helen Cho were seated at the bar and chatted over glasses of Chardonnay while Happy was hyper-focused on his phone, no doubt catching up on an episode of Downton Abbey. With an inward chuckle, the personal assistant returned her attention to her lengthy list of tasks as the classic rock music continued to play.

“Hey beautiful, how ‘bout a dance?”

“Sorry, but I’m worki-” (Y/N) looked up to see Tony Stark himself standing before her, looking as handsome as ever in his expertly tailored black tuxedo and flashing her his signature grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. “Hey, you. How’re you enjoying your birthday party?”

Tony tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged noncommittally. “It’s one of your better-executed extravaganzas, I will say, but it would absolutely skyrocket to the top if I could spend the rest of the evening with my favorite personal assistant.”

(Y/N) arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Tony, I’m your only personal assistant.”

“Exactly, which meant you get the title by default. Yay you!” The billionaire gave her a small applause and she simply heaved an exasperated but fond sigh at his typical theatrics. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’ve been working your ass off all night and the Birthday Boy says that you should take a well-deserved break.” As his trademark smirk softened into a gentle smile, Tony took his hand out of his pocket and offered it to her in a clear invitation to join him. “Please?”

Although her heart was screaming at her to take his hand and allow him to whisk her into an evening of laughter and coy flirtations, the rational part of her knew that she had a job to complete and that anything more than a friendly conversation could jeopardize their platonic relationship. Masking her disappointment with a shrug and apologetic smile, (Y/N) shook her head and held up her checklist for him to see. “I’m sorry, Tony, but I still have so much to do; I’ve gotta do another check-in with Maria and the security team downstairs, make sure that the pastry chef brings out the cake on time, that the waiters serve the guests champagne at the right tempera-Tony!” She exclaimed when Tony’s hand shot out and snatched the checklist out of her grasp. “Anthony Edward Stark, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting rid of an obstacle,” Tony easily replied, holding the checklist above his head and snickering when she unsuccessfully attempted to snatch it back. “Seriously, Girl Friday, just one dance and I’ll let you get back to your boring planning. I’ll even avoid bugging you the rest of the night if it means I can spend a little time with one of my best friends.”

Tony’s rare sincerity softened (Y/N)’s heart, and she felt her resolve crumble as she stared into his gleaming brown eyes. “All right, one dance. Do you ever get tired with always getting your way?”

“Nope!” Tony happily popped the ‘p’ and tucked the checklist into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket before offering her his hand once again, and (Y/N) smiled to herself as the billionaire escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and whisked her into a slow dance to Bon Jovi’s ‘Bed of Roses.’ The warmth of his hand on the curve of her waist combined with the feel of his body brushing up against hers caused her heartbeat to quicken its pace, and she silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on her. “You know, I was being serious before. You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight, (Y/N), and can I just say that you look amazing?” Tony’s eyes briefly glanced down at her red chiffon evening gown and he gave her an appreciative nod. “Mm-hmm, hot-rod red is definitely your color. So, what’s your secret? How is it you can organize and schedule a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist’s entire life and look drop-dead gorgeous while doing it?”

(Y/N) chuckled in amusement, the skirt of her gown swirling around her legs as he twirled her in a circle. “We all have our own superpowers; you fight aliens and terrorists in a red and gold Nitinol suit, and I oversee the hectic life of the man inside the suit to the best of my abilities.”

“Not sure which is the more dangerous job, to be honest.” Tony smirked, expertly guiding her back into his arms and holding her slightly closer than he had before. “But if I could do that death-glare that you’ve perfected over the years, then that would sure make my job a helluva lot easier and people would think twice before messing with Iron Man.” (Y/N) arched a brow and in response, Tony snickered. “Yep, there’s the death-glare!”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but this death-glare is tailor-made for Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone,” (Y/N) replied with a wry smile, and the billionaire’s grin widened as she looked into his sparkling brown eyes. They danced together in a comfortable yet expectant silence, almost as if one was waiting for the other to speak first, but both remained quiet while the 80’s power ballad continued to play; it wasn’t until she noticed the way he was biting his lower lip – one of the few tell-tale signs that there was something weighing heavy on the billionaire’s mind – that (Y/N) finally mustered her courage to address him. “You got a lot of cool presents this year, not to mention hundreds of thousands of dollars in charitable donations gifted in your name. Not too shabby, huh?”

Tony shrugged and replied, “I’m a sucker for gifts and I’m beyond stoked that we’ve raised so much in donations, but…” His eyes briefly flicked downwards to focus on the fluttering movement of her chiffon skirt, suddenly appearing as anxious as (Y/N) felt. “Can we play a quick round of Hypothetical Hold’em?”

A nostalgic feeling washed over (Y/N) at the mention of their old game. Back in the more impulsive and less responsible days of Tony Stark, it had been an effective form of decision-making created out of the billionaire’s respect for her opinions and general advice; they hadn’t played very many rounds in the years since he announced to the world that he was Iron Man and while she was happy that he’d grown and matured so much over the years, a small part of her missed their little game. “I’m a little rusty but I think I’ve still got it. Shoot.”

“A guy I know, Walter, he’s got just about everything he could possibly want in life, except the only thing he really wants is something he can’t have. You see,” Tony expertly dipped her and her breath hitched at the sudden movement, their eyes connecting as he continued. “There’s this woman – let’s call her Hildy – and he’s been in love with her for a while. And Hildy, she’s goddamn fantastic: smart, kind, funny, gorgeous, the whole enchilada.”

Heart sinking into her stomach, (Y/N) mustered up a small smile to hide her pain while he slowly righted her. “Hildy sounds wonderful. So, what’s stopping this Walter guy from telling her how he feels?”

“A couple of things, actually.” He took a deep breath. “She’s not just one of his best friends, but…you see, she’s also his personal assistant.”

The din of the party faded away as (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock at the billionaire’s candid words; if not for the seriousness written across Tony’s face and the longing gleam that had formed in his brown eyes while he stared into hers, she would’ve assumed that he was pulling her leg. But she knew him, knew him far better than almost anyone else in the world, and it was clear as day that he was speaking directly from the heart. “…Oh.”

Tony nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a tried and true attempt to hide behind a more lighthearted façade. “She’s taken such good care of him. He was a loose cannon for a long time…still is, in a way, but she’s gotten him through all the tough spots. He’s good friends with some ex-assassins, a super-soldier and a literal god, but she’s the strongest person he’s ever met and the only person he could ever imagine giving his heart to. But as much as he loves her, he’s not willing to roll the dice and risk losing her from his life forever; that’s why he…” Tony cast his gaze downwards and his hand gripped hers tight. “That’s why I never said anything before.”

“So, what changed?” She whispered as she slowly moved the hand that had been resting on his shoulder to press against the spot where his arc reactor once resided, feeling his rapid heartbeat and silently marveling at how perfectly it matched her own.

“Looking across the room and seeing you with your checklist; you’ve planned over a dozen successful birthday parties for me, but that didn’t stop you from treating tonight as if it was the first. It’s one of the thousand ways you show how much you care about me, and that’s what gave me the courage to walk to the back of the room and finally ask you for a dance.”

The booming opening chords of AC/DC’s ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ filled the room and while more guests took to the dance floor for the lively song, (Y/N) grabbed Tony’s hand and practically dragged him away from the crowd, not stopping until they were tucked away from any prying eyes in Captain Rogers’ nearby office. When she closed the door behind them and turned around, she was met with an apprehensive-looking Tony and her subtle smile grew into an all-out grin as her eyes filled with happy tears. “You love me?”

“I love you,” Tony replied, his voice growing steady and his eyes filling with confidence at her obvious happiness. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’re killing me here. Do you love me or what?”

Beaming with joy, (Y/N) brought her hands up to cup his face between them and nodded. “You’re such an asshat, but I love you with all my heart.” Tony’s grin grew to match her own and he leaned forward to kiss her, but was halted by her fingers covering his eager lips. “And in the spirit of covering both our asses, I’d like to take this moment to formally tenure my resignation, Mr. Stark.”

“Duly noted, Miss (Y/L/N). And since I’m such a good ex-boss, I’ll send your resume and a letter of recommendation to a certain defrosted super-soldier who could use all the assistance he can get.”

“Becoming Captain America’s personal assistant? It’ll be a cake-walk, but at least I’ll have my favorite hot mess to come home to.”

(Y/N) moved her hand and giggled at how quickly Tony’s arms wrapped around her waist to tug her closer, but her amusement soon gave way to passion as their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss.

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A/N: I figured that we all could use a little fluff, and what better way to deliver it than in a friends-to-lovers trope-fest? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you have a wonderful holiday season!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54646720 by Chaeyoung26090 Requested by crystalite: So I just thought of a prompt where Peter writes fan-fiction of life of the Avengers around the tower or compound, and FRIDAY/JARVIS -take your pick- finds out which gets found out by an Avenger and so on. They read it, and the stories are suspiciously accurate and you can go on from there where they find out it's Peter and confront him, or they go accusing each other till it gets back at Peter. I'm going to have fun with this 😉 Words: 2216, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Friday (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Friday & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Bruce Banner & Peter Parker, Bruce Banner & Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, future implied James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker Has a Family, Peter Parker Writes Fanfiction, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Characters Reading Fanfiction, Friday is So Done (Marvel), Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Soft Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, BAMF Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes is So Done, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Steve Rogers is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Clint Barton, Awesome Clint Barton, Adorable Bruce Banner, Bruce Banner Is So Done, Awesome Wanda Maximoff, Cute Wanda Maximoff, Cute Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54646720

[juuls]

Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part Two

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Fandom: Marvel (Comics & MCU)

Stony, Polyvengers:

you great unfinished symphony (you sent for me) by @ketchupcrisp

The last thing Steve Rogers ever expected to see on a Wednesday afternoon was his (their) dead submissive tumbling out of a portal and practically into Phil’s lap, very much alive and frantic about Soul Stones and timelines and some other version of the team.

Avengers Family:

Of Spectrums and Spoons by @calloftherunningtide

Natasha had been taught to pretend – to act and respond just like she was supposed to act and respond - from an early age.

Things You Learn In the Kitchen at Night by @buzzcat

When Darcy went into the kitchen that night, she didn't expect to meet her platonic soul mate or Tony Stark, let alone have them be one and the same person.

Iron Family (typically very Civil War Team Iron Man):

Second Chances by @izazov

Tony Stark is in love with Steve Rogers. Also, he is dying. There is no direct correlation between those two facts. But there is also the matter of Steve Rogers having no idea about Tony’s feelings.

And all that's best of dark and bright by @kaaterinapetrova

When Steve Rogers leaves her to die in Siberia, Toni Stark hacks her soulmark apart, tears the flesh and veins until she is blinded with pain, and waits to die. Up above, somewhere in the universe, something fractures.

Trigger warning for cutting, suicidal thoughts, breakdown.

Siren by @tsuki-chibi

When the exvengers were granted pardons, they return to the Compound. Steve was prepared to fight an uphill battle, but not for the biggest change of all:a clone of Peggy Carter, who is already at the Compound and acting as the newest Avenger. Determined to see everything go back to the way it was, Steve, Wanda and Clint become obsessed with figuring out a way to upstage the New Avengers and prove that the Accords are unnecessary.

Spoiler: their plan doesn't work.

Basic Rules by @striving-artist

It said something about Toni’s life that she had an established system in case of kidnapping and torture, and while there had been tweaks, it was still basically the same as from when she was a kid.

1. Let them underestimate you. 2. Don’t fight back until you have an exit. 3. Lie from the start. 4. Protect what matters. 5. Assume no one is coming to help.

you want a war? (you don't know what you're asking for) by @dyke-yoonji

“And now? Now you’ve all betrayed,”  Steve flinched at the choice of words, “Stark, and Potts and Rhodes are not going to sit and take it.”

Natasha frowned at the phone. “What does this mean for us?”

Fury laughed - an ugly laugh with no myrth in it. “It means that Potts or Rhodes are the ones who sent me this phone because they wanted me to contact you. They wanted me - and you - to know that they are with Stark, that they are the line of defence between him and us.”   “It means that they just declared war. God have mercy on your souls.”

Tony Stark is Not a Supervillain (But his Poker Group All Are) by DaughteroftheSilverMoon

A superhero walks into a room full of villains- and they play poker and give him a drink. After all, it's the polite thing to do. Only then they get to liking him, and all of a sudden they're slaying dragons for the good guys. It's very disconcerting, but kind of nice.

The Worst Job by @thealextheshipper

Jessica is assigned as the Rogue Avengers Accords delegate upon their return to the US, on the plus side she befriends Tony Stark, on the down side she has to deal with PR nightmare Steve Rogers, and his best friend PR nightmare Clint Barton.

DomesticIronHawk: (Laura/Clint/Tony)

Set On Fire by @allthemarvelousrage

She's not sure if she forgot to take her suppressants, or if something Wanda did screwed with her meds, but her world is on fire for the first time in years, and there's no one to help her through it... until there is.

IronMarvel:

Keep Me in Your Orbit by @moonlitmidnight-1

A post Civil War AU in which Toni knew Carol during the events of Captain Marvel, and was the person she gave the pager to.

IronStrange:

ARC I: An Infinity In The Wings by @bad-days-and-beautiful-nights

Stephen and Toni met just before she's kidnapped. They spent the night together and when she returns, they strike up an easy friendship. Soon enough, Stephen falls in love with her, but by the time he realizes, it's too late. Hoping she never finds out, he gracefully steps back, trusting Captain America to be the right man for his best friend. But when Steve surprises everyone and Toni ends up at death's door for the fourth time, Stephen has to re-evaluate his life's choices.

IronTaser:

Disinformed by Del_Rion

It’s time to come clean about Phil Coulson’s death. Out of all the Avengers, Tony’s reaction is the most surprising, and Phil must investigate it further.

Maria Hill/Sif:

Diplomatic Relations and Intelligence Failures by @scifigrl47

Maria Hill would like a night off, and maybe a date. She's not likely to get either one of them, so she's pretty resigned to long nights of protecting the world from behind the scenes. It's very satisfying, but not quite in the way she's hoping for.

Most people who know Maria are far too intimidated to make a pass. Luckily, the Lady Sif doesn't have that problem.

Phlint:

SHIELD Has Paperwork for Everything by @scifigrl47

Clint Barton knows where his loyalties lie, and they have more to do with his handler than his employer. Phil Coulson takes his responsibilities seriously, and a big part of his job is protecting the agent in his care from any threat to his well-being.

At this rate, neither of them is going to get a date. Natasha Romanov has other ideas, and the only side she's on is her own.

Stucky:

Reputation by @cpt-winniethepooh

Captain America is a hero to the nation, but an uncomfortable cage for Steve Rogers. He is confined by his reputation as the boring Avenger, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, and has long given up on hope to change his public image.

Then he meets James Barnes, the infamous assassin also known as the Winter Soldier, who recently switched sides and is now working for the US instead of Russia. Barnes is tall, dark and handsome with his man-bun and eyeliner, and everything Steve shouldn’t want but does.

But just as there is more to Steve than Cap, there is more to Barnes than the Soldier - but will they be able to see that and find happiness?

An albumfic about finding love through the noise, set to the tune and narrative of Taylor Swift’s Reputation.

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by @hellotailor, @alwaysalreadyangry, eleveninches, febricant, @morgan-leigh

“Heil Hydra,” the enemy agent shouts. 

“Heil this, motherfucker,” says Captain America, shooting off a rocket.

Steve and Bucky find out Hollywood has been busy since they went away. A historical survey, including but not limited to: one set of exploded genitals, a brief interlude in France, Mel Gibson and other masterworks of casting, eight Academy awards, several dinosaurs, and something Tony Stark has ominously dubbed “the masterpiece.” Art included.

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by @cpt-winniethepooh

Steve gets a Twitter account, then an Instagram one, then he gets Bucky back, too.

ThunderIron:

King Of Hearts, Queen Of . . . Nothing by ThatDamnKennedyKid

He was sure that she didn't remember, not with the way she had cried herself into drunken slumber in his arms. That did not mean he forgot. Not anything - not the painful slurs from her father that lingered in her mind, the barely visible scars across her arms and thighs from jumping into adulthood alone before she was no longer a child, how she had blubbered the name Yinsen over and over again like a regret.

I don't Want the World to See Me by @outercorner

Tony has a secret, one that is harder and harder to keep from observant teammates.

WinterIron:

Lines by @treesramblings

“If you want—and feel free to say no, everyone and their mothers know that I’m the queen of offering too much where I’m not wanted—but, if you want…” Toni hesitates, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and then continues, “well, that’s the longest period of uninterrupted sleep I’ve had since last week, which was also with you, and—twice is a coincidence, but maybe we could test to see, uh, see if it’s a pattern? Only if you want; I’m not trying to guilt you into it. In fact, forget I said anything. This is a horrible idea. I’m just going to leave—”

She’s stopped by his fingers slipping into her palm as he's suddenly standing in front of her. “Okay,” he whispers.

The tension that had built up in her body releases all at once and she looks up into his eyes, the ever present churn of emotion swirling enchantingly, tenderly.

“Okay,” she responds, and his hand glides from hers as he turns away. She aches with the missing weight.

Watercolour Scars by ThatDamnKennedy

Despite fighting against Iron Man, Bucky didn't actually know Tony. Even then, he didn't know how he was the only one starstruck. He couldn't imagine the kind of miracles she must have pulled off before for the team to not even thank her.

Our Shattered Past by Elenduen

Bucky survives the snap, survives to see two-thirds of the universe die, half turning to ash, the others killed because those others turned to ash. He follows Steve back to America and the Avengers compound struggling to try and make sense of everything that has happened. Then Tony Stark returns to earth, broken, sick, desolate. Bucky feels he owes Tony for what he did to his parents, he wants to find a way to make amends and the only way he think to do that is to act as protection for Tony while he slowly recovers from his time in space.

Tony couldn't care less what happens to him now. He failed, Peter is gone, two-thirds of the Universe is gone, why should he care if he lives or dies now? he is determined to help others while he can though and if that means Barnes is following him around then he can help too.

What neither expect is a relationship to blossom between them or the family that blooms out of the ashes of their shattered pasts.

721 Fifth Avenue by Skarla

Tony Stark is a man of many faces; stressed, a little manic, overly fond of smoothies and kinder than anyone Bucky has ever met, although he hides it well. He's not quite sure why no one else is providing the support and companionship that the man is quietly desperate for, but it's no hardship to step up to the plate. He's always had a thing for scrappy underdogs after all.

The Evidence by @striving-artist

Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

ShieldShock:

MARRY, FUCK, KILL by @sevensneakyfoxes

"Actually, you know, I get it. Rogers would be an excellent MARRY choice. You know that he'd never leave the toilet seat up, would never drink the last of the milk, and would clean the rain gutters without prompting," Darcy says. She's never really considered Steve as anything other than Captain America who is impossibly unapproachable; weirdly enough, the things she finds intimidating about him as a person oddly work for her in a domestic setting. "Ugh, plus you just KNOW Barton would be the type of fucker that would eat the last oreo and then shove the empty box back into the cupboard."

"So what's your list then, Darcy?" Jane asks, turning back to look at the mold, which has done exactly fuck all in the last half-hour.

"Don't rush me! I need to make an informed, calculated choice."

Darcy looks down at her pad, then back up at Natasha. She purses her lips in thought. "You've fucked Barnes, right? How dexterous is that metal hand?"

--

The ladies of SHIELD play a mass game of MARRY FUCK KILL, Avengers edition.

Wherein everyone marries Steve, kills Tony, Jane betrays science and Darcy hypothetically turns Thor into a llama.

WinterShock:

Black Holes and Revelations by @amidtheflowers

The Winter Soldier doesn’t like her much. It doesn’t help when they get thrown in a black hole together.

WinterShieldShock:

Upon A Hill, Across a Blue Lake by @i-mushi

Fluffy ABO - Darcy has a few run-ins with the police and a couple Alpha Avengers show up to help. She /really/ should have specified to Jane not to send her crushes when she called for help. Steve/Darcy/Bucky Alpha!Steve, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Darcy

WinterWidowIronShield:

my body is not their bed by @deathsweetqueen

In 1995, the Engineer and the Winter Soldier escape HYDRA and end up, bleeding, on Peggy Carter's doorstep.

This is their journey after. This is the story of their victory march.

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3! 

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY 

Chapter 4: 177A Bleecker Street.

It had been seven weeks since she arrived at the compound. The avengers quickly turned into friends and even though she did not want to think about it, they were the closest thing to a family she had now.

That day, as she walked down the hall with her crutches, she heard a booming voice, which she knew belonged to Thor. Excitement bubbled up inside her, the two Asgardian brothers and Strange were the only ones she hadn't met yet.

“Y/N, come in, meet Thor!” Bruce said, excited to see his friend. She noticed that Thor had his short Ragnarok hair.

“Lady Y/N, Thor Odinson, pleasure to meet you.” He said, kissing her hand.

“Hi Thor! It's so nice to finally meet you, is Loki here too?” She asked, overly animated. Thor chuckled.

“My brother is taking care of some business in the other seven realms, letting them know where New Asgard is and reassuring allies,” he explained. “He'll come back in a few midgardian months I suppose.” He furrowed his brows. “But do not worry, after we lost our home and fought Thanos, my brother is a changed man. He has no malicious intent as he once had.” He clarified but Y/N laughed.

“I'm not scared of your brother Thor,” she said, confusing the blond god.

“You are not?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Actually, creepy here is a fan of his.” Tony said and Thor's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“He may have been one of my favorite characters in the MCU…” She said nonchalantly.

“The MCU?”

“Marvel Cinematic Universe,” Bruce explained to him, “the movies we're from.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “Loki will be delighted to meet you then!”

“NO!” Y/N shouted. “Don't ever tell him this, ever. It's embarrassing.”

“Mmm… and why would admiring someone be embarrassing? Perhaps you read some fanfiction about a certain god?” Tony asked knowingly.

Y/N's face reddened and she laughed nervously. Thank the Gods Nat interjected.

“Tony, we all know you've read fanfiction about Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos so don't even try to make her feel ashamed.” Everyone, except Tony, who seemed offended, burst out laughing. She looked at Nat with a thankful expression and in response, the redhead winked at her with a smirk.

“Oh Y/N!” Cap said. “Don't forget that tomorrow me and Tony are taking you to the doctor to take off your cast.”

“How could I forget about this thing finally being gone?” She responded.

“Right. After it's gone, we're gonna do the exercises that the doctor says and as soon as you are permitted to, you'll start training with me and Romanoff for hand to hand combat, and with Strange for your alleged powers. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” She said in a mocking soldier tone, saluting with her hand before leaving to her room.

                                 -------------------------------------

The cast was off and it had been a month of combat training with Steve and Nat. Strange had insisted that she should have some physical training before starting the magic training.

But today was the day, Happy took her to 177A Bleecker Street, New York City to finally meet the Sorcerer Supreme. Standing in the doorway, she rang the bell and, before she could process what was happening, she was inside the sanctum, losing her balance and falling to the floor.

“Ouch! Do you do that because you know everyone hates it?!” She asked in annoyance before glancing at the caped man.

“Yes,” he responded with a hint of mockery in his tone. “Dr. Strange.” He introduced himself.

“Y/F/N.”

“Okay Miss Y/L/N, we need to figure out if you have powers or not. First I'm gonna ask you a few questions, then we are testing your alleged powers and we'll see what we do after that. Clear?” He asked in a serious tone and she nodded. “Right. Take a seat. Would you like some tea?”

“Yeah, sure. Thank you.” She smiled shyly.

“So tell me, how did you travel universes? Stark and Banner explained some things but I'd like to hear it from you, if that presents no problem.”

“No problem at all,” she said apprehensively. “To put it simply-”

“Don't put it simply,” he interrupted. “I need the whole story, with as much detail as you can possibly give me.”

“Okay, to not put it simply then…” She smiled sheepishly. “I have always been normal… by that I mean I've never had powers or any indication that I possessed them.” She looked over at Strange, who seemed to be paying attention to her every word, so she continued. “My whole family died in a car crash, pretty cliché,” she chuckled, “but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Two weeks passed after that and I was staying at my grandmother's sister's house. I was pretty much numb, it felt as if the wave of a tsunami had washed over me and I didn't have the strength to fight back, to try to swim, so I just let the current take me wherever it wanted. That was until one day, I don't know exactly what it was, but I was in my room there, about to have a snack, and something cracked inside me.” She looked at Strange, giving him the space to ask something if he wanted and he nodded.

“How did it feel? How do you know that something cracked?” That made Y/N’s expression turn thoughtful.

“I suppose it was a realization… of how ridiculous everything is and how much had happened in so little time. It was like I peeked my head out from under the water and something came alive in me.” The Sorcerer motioned for her to continue. “I left and I started running. I assumed I was having some sort of panic or anxiety attack, but it was the worst one I've ever had. I ran and ran and ran and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, in front of a cliff. I collapsed on the floor and cried, more like sobbed, for a while and then I felt something inside me… it was like all the pain, all the fear, all the love, every single thing I've ever felt in my life, it all kind of came together and I screamed, so loud. And then I was involved in that white tunnel, going up and then down and before I hit the ground, everything went black.”

They both stayed silent for a while after that. Strange out of respect for Y/N, and her because she was trying to collect herself and put the grief back in that little box at the back of her mind. A few minutes passed and all that could be heard was the clock on the wall, tick tock, tick tock.

“Y/N,” she looked up. “Do you think that you did it?”

“Yes, I don't know why, it's a feeling. Perhaps it's my own desire to be something more than… me.” Strage nodded.

“I agree with you,” that made Y/N lift her head up and furrow her eyebrows. “On the part where you said that you did it, not on that nonsense that you said after.” That made her laugh and he smiled. “We are going to do one more thing and then we are done for today, you need to rest.”

“Okay,” she answered softly.

Strange stood up and motioned for Y/N to follow him to what seemed to her like a witches cauldron for potions.

“This is the Cauldron of the Cosmos,” at least she got the cauldron part right, she thought. “It will determine if you have powers or not, after we confirm that, if it turns out that you do have powers, Wong will help us figure out where they came from and you'll be training with us. But you must know that it's a tedious process.”

“Well, it's not like I have many other things to do.” Y/N said half-jokingly.

“I need you to grab onto the cauldron with both hands.” Strange said as he grabbed something from a cabinet nearby and she did. When he came closer, she could see a tiny bottle with some liquid in it. He put a few drops in the cauldron and said “ahenum mundi ostendit veritatem” and suddenly the room was illuminated by a purplish light, in the middle of the image of a blueish spiral, she could see what seemed like a million little white stars.

Strange moved the image with his gloved hands and zoomed in the middle of it, where a baby appeared, a very familiar baby. Her. The baby was crying, it seemed that she was just born a few moments ago and there were two hands holding her, one on her body, the other on her head. What caught her attention more than anything was that the baby was englowed in that same familiar white light, and so was she, standing there, holding onto the cauldron. With a movement of his hand, everything went back to normal and she let go of it. Y/N looked at Strange with a shocked expression.

“What does this mean?” She asked, her voice a bit strangled.

“That we were right.”

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I posted 789 times in 2022

23 posts created (3%)

766 posts reblogged (97%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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6 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#4

Pass the happy! When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications 😙✨

Ooh this is cute!

OK, 5 things that make me happy:

My friends 🤗

My mum 👩

Writing ✍

Travelling 🌍

Cats 😻

Tagging the last 10 people in my notifications, feel free to join in and share what makes you happy! @callmekayyyyy @frickss75 @debinthewind @theslightlyevilpooka @asexualyeeter @astro-reblogs @randomhottieactors @agoldenplum @ruinerofcheese @daniellerivers70

6 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

*DEMENTED HAPPY SCREECHING NOISES!!*

Have I just finished plot-planning a sequel to Fearless? Yes!

Is the plot plan 36k words long? Yes!

Will I finally starting writing and publishing this beast of a story in the coming weeks? YES! 🥳

9 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#2

Let Me Go

Coming to terms with death is difficult, particularly when that death is your own.

When Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself on Vormir to help bring back half the Universe, she did not expect to survive.

But whilst her physical body perished, her soul awakened in a place that different cultures have named the Soul World, the Afterlife, or Heaven.

This is not the end of her story; it is a new beginning.

AO3 warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Phil Coulson, Original Characters

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Healing, Afterlife, Magic, Love, Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study

Chapter 1: Whatever It Takes

24 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

1 million words celebration! 🎉

With the publication of chapter 2 of Let Me Go last Friday, I've now written over 1 million words of fanfiction on AO3!

What started in 2016 as a way to cope with heartbreak and grief has turned into a beautiful hobby that I absolutely adore and has led to:

1,004,115 words

27 stories

303,286 readers

A huge, huge thank you to all of you who have been a part of this journey with me! Friends, collab partners, readers, commenters -  you have all made this so much fun and I can't wait to keep creating and sharing my imaginary worlds with you ❤

Big love in particular to @chiyume, @call-me-kayyyyy, @callmekayyyyy, @wickedromanoff, @lignadm, @schatten-wolfsdrache, @nicholasbholmes, @ahufflepuffnannywriter, @shalandrial, @thewickedverkaiking, @nonexistenz, @ruinerofcheese, @withinmeloveresides1, @velvetjinx, @thelittleblackfox, @bethofaus, @darkestspiritofthemoon, @beaarthurpendragon, @cryo-bucky

25 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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[h1myname1sv]

NEW FIC: i'm so tired (of being afraid) 1/8

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: referenced major character deaths Fandoms: MCU, Black Widow, The Avengers, Daredevil, Hawkeye Relationships: Avengers Team & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Matt Murdock/Natasha Romanov, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Bruce Banner, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Other Marvel Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Grief/Mourning, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, POV Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Feels, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, Natasha Romanov-centric (Marvel), Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship Wordcount: 4k Summary:

Steve glances at her with what she can only describe as a small, fond smirk. "You're not alone in this," he murmurs.

She breathes in, gathers up the courage to grasp him on the shoulder. "Neither are you," she says.

They stand there, mourning together in the silence, because that's how the two of them have always been.

(Or: Natasha Romanoff had three families. She's going to get them back and/or die trying.)

Part 3 of "a single loose thread"

Excerpt:

Her phone doesn't ring.

She calls them, tries again once, twice, three times, over and over again, redialing Yelena's number, redialing Clint's number, redialing Matt's number, redialing anyone she knows because of the distinct possibility that they are gone, dead.

The phone lines are busy, she tells herself. That's the only reason they won't answer. (The small part of her who is still naive holds out for hope.)

But dust floating away in the wind flashes behind her eyes.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass it to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

These are always torture for persons with the self-confidence of a lemming, but I’ll give it a shot because I also love talking about my writing. No, there’s no logic in it. Yes, I’m a human disaster. So, in no particular order.

Tales Untold: IN BETWEEN (#11) (The Lord of the Rings)

In Between is arguably the height of the Stewardaides Crisis that shakes Aragorn’s rule post-Ring War. It’s part of one of my longest fanfiction series, and while with series-projects, I am always inclined to like the last part best ... Emotionally and technically, this is, I think, the one that stands out. One by one, plot details are being revealed that there has been foreshadowing for ever since part 1 of the series. With three of the protagonists in captivity and in mortal danger, the stakes are obviously high enough, but there’s also a lot of emotional development going on with Legolas and his father finally working through some issues and Aragorn and Legolas finally settling a terrible fight that has been going on for four series parts at that point. This is the one that brings peace to Ithilien and Legolas’ canonical settlement there, it’s breathing life into the post Ring War era and develops Aragorn’s and Legolas’ friendship. It’s also as a milestone regarding Legolas’ canonically neglected characterization, and if I am to use the word proud about any of my writing which I am very hesitant to, this would probably win the prize.

24/7 (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

24/7 statistically is the most successful of my fanfics in our German archive (where I have published about 130 stories of the hundreds of fanfics I wrote in my 30 years of writing). That is, in part, because this was probably the only time I was, as an author in the right place at the right time. In 2013, I loved the MCU as much as I came to hate it these days, and so did millions of other people, and my main ship for once was quite popular as well. Therefore, I somehow managed to attract a lot of attention with 24/7, in spite of experimenting with a writing style I am not usually comfortable with: Writing in present tense. The idea for 24/7 was inspired by the concept of the 24 series. There was a chapter for every hour of a day that Natasha spent by Clint’s bedside after he’s been shot and is on the brink of death, shortly after the events of the The Avengers-movie. While Bruce is fighting for Clint’s life and the other three team members are trying to comfort Natasha, she recollects her time with Clint from their first meeting to this day in flashbacks. Each chapter is divided in the present events and a section of their past. The whole project was technically very demanding but it also takes a huge emotional toll. With everything I hate about MCU this days, this one is for the canon avoiders who refuse to believe anything after Winter Soldier happened and are entirely happy with the Avengers living as a functional, loving team in Tony’s tower. It’s a love story both to what the MCU could have been and about Clint’s and Natasha’s relationship that will never be conventional and can only end in tragedy one day, but it’s also about them realizing that until that happens, they need to make the best of every day. From the technical requirements alone, I think, this is one of my better works.

All Or Nothing: CAN'T LET IT GO (#3) (American Idol RPF)

All Or Nothing is a series about my waning love for casting shows, about everything I used to love about them before the concept became stale recently. It’s less an RPF than a self-insert as the female protagonist has a lot of details from my own life and experiences. While some former judges and media members of the German version of American Idol exist in ths, as well as cameos of people like Alanis Morissette, LeAnn Rimes, Roxette and Kurt Nilsen, the story is mostly a classic romance with lots and lots and lots of my favorite music involved. It contains my experiences at my own American Idol castings as well as my experiences with managing a German rock musician for a while and pulls no punches regarding the deadly sides of showbiz. One contestant in this fictional season of (German) American Idol dies in a depression-induced accident while my protagonist slips into pill addiction in the course of the series to handle the pressure. The relationship between her and future German Idol winner JC especially in this series part is put to the ultimate test after the death of that contestant who used to be JC’s best friend, and when another contestant outs Vic’s and JC’s so far secret relationship to the media, a gigantic shitstorm breaks loose. I think it’s mostly how the protagonists hold on to their performances, to the music they love so much, to save their sanity, what makes me love this so much. When Vic performs songs like May it be and Into the west for their deceased friend in the show and the whole studio is crying, this is what I used to dream of myself as a kid (until it became clear I’m a shitty singer, oh well). Probably more a personal favorite of mine than a masterpiece, but that’s what this list is also for, no?

Weathered I: FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE (#9) (X-Men original timeline movieverse)

With me editing and continuing the two Weathered series right now, this can’t be missing of course. While two of the stories mentioned so far are love letters to their respective canon, this is a declaration of war. This is rage. This is my whole disappointment that came with X-Men: The Last Stand and the new movies including Dark Phoenix, too, after I fell in love so damn deeply with X-Men and X2 at the time. So what I did here was build my own canon in that verse, with the ships I prefer (Jean and Logan IMO just have so much better chemistry in the movies, and I ship Scott with happiness, sorry not sorry), and then ruined it to the ground with tragedy, by finally giving those original movie characters the Dark Phoenix saga they deserve. For Better Or For Worse is set some months after X2 and finds the X-Men devastated and highly confused after Jean just returned from the dead only to set all of New York on fire and then fuck off to space in the shape of a gigantic flaming bird. With Charles revealing to them what he’s long suspected, that an alien all-powerful demon named Phoenix has taken possession of Jean, the X-Men venture on their greatest adventure yet to find Jean and try to separate her from the demon to stop it and save Jean’s life, before Dark Phoenix will destroy all life in the universe. While it does of course have my own ideas, this Dark Phoenix saga version is inspired a lot by the X-Men cartoon version, including the final battle on a piece of rock and resurrection in the shape of all team members giving part of their gift to save Jean. It’s not even a horribly complicated story, and it is beyond me how Hollywood managed to fuck that up two times in a row. So I just had to grab my imaginary Infinity Gauntlet and do it on my own. And holy shit, did I have a lot of fun with it. I incorporated not only the cartoon but many of my favorite Marvel elements that I used to love as a kid in this. The Defenders of the Earth from that old cartoon are the ones that get the honor to take the X-Men to space. Charles gets to fight his once-every-few-years-girlfriend Lilandra to stop a whole alien race from just killing Jean’s ass off cold. We get Logan discovering part of his past and his real name and Remy and Marie beginning their relationship amidst tragedy. Every scene is sadness and pain and also character development, and there’s nothing less but the whole universe at stake. Sometimes when I reread this, I get the feeling, maybe I don’t suck as much as I think at least two times a day as a writer.

Crossing Lines: INFINITE SADNESS (#6) (Star Wars)

This, funnily enough, wasn’t meant to be war, because when I wrote the Crossing Lines-series, things were dead in the Star Wars-universe. I am not kidding you younglings. Everyone at that point was convinced, we would never see another installment of that franchise. Good ol’ times, kiddos. Turns out, in the year 2022, this is another unintended gigantic middle finger to canon, though. Crossing Lines gave Obi-Wan the depth he did not have in the first six movies by having him doubt some aspects of the Jedi Code when he falls in love. Since his indoctrination by the Order has progressed too deeply though, he can’t progress on this far healthier way of a Grey Jedi quickly enough before Order 66 leaves the order and the galaxy in ruins. So in this last part of the series, his girlfriend in the order ends up in her own exile where she has Obi-Wan’s baby and gives it away for their own safety. No, absolutely fucking no one in this series is having fun at all, not once (well except for in a couple of sex scenes). Infinite sadness is one of the oldest stories on this list, and especially style-wise, it would need a major makeover, but it nailed the characterization of those movie characters who, as far as I am concerned, have officially nothing more than six movies on them, and I still get back reading it occasionally fondly.

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A honorary mention goes out to an as of yet unpublished story on my hard drive called Terra Exit: MY WORLDCHANGER (ignore the series name, it’s a stub), which is the beginning of something I will probably write when I’m retired one day, because I won’t have time before. It’s my attempt of turning the old She-Ra: Princess of Power series into a written project for grown-ups. While the first few series parts will follow and loosely incorporate the She-Ra series episodes, before the fanfiction series moves on to full-fledged war between She-Ra and Hordak on Etheria and then ends in an apocalyptic showdown, with She-Ra and He-Man against Horde Prime and Skeletor on Eternia ... Well, you can already tell by that description, this is no longer a children’s cartoon. This is turning the already very mature and political themes that the old series touched, like sacrifice, social injustice and tyranny, into basically a graphic horror novel. This will have death and gore, sex scenes and references to child abuse, violence and loss. My Worldchanger is marking the beginning of that, putting the events of the The Secret of the Sword cartoon movie into writing, including Adora finding out about having been stolen from her parents as a child and being transformed not least by mind control spells into a warlord for the enemy, about having a twin brother and a superpowered secret identity, it’s about her meeting her parents on her home world and making the ultimate sacrifice of not living with them but fighting against her old abductors and abusers on Etheria until the planet is free. This was originally meant also as a gigantic fuck you about everything the new She-Ra series (great as its LGBT+ representation is) fucked up about the original, but like 20 pages in I realized ... Fuck. This has fucking potential. It will probably be like 5 million words long by the time it’s finished, and no one will ever read it but you know what? I can live with that. I’ll probably take it with me to the grave and still be proud of it.

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Private Hours

The mission had been a success but it hadn't gone off without a hitch and Clint was bleeding badly at the moment, shrapnel sticking through his calf at an odd and ugly angle.

Natasha finished with her opponent and ran to him as soon as she was able to, heart hammering with concern and adrenalin. "Clint!" She shouted.

"I- I'm fine." He said but he didn't look good, the metal in his leg was one thing but there was too much blood for just that and she turned him over slightly to check with little regard for his reaction.

He hissed and grunted but it didn't matter. A bit of pain was acceptable because when she looked she saw more sticking out of his back. He was laying on it.

There had been an explosion and she tensed, remembering it as sirens filled the air. The police were arriving and they needed to disappear before it was too late. This wasn't the kind of work that needed press and police reports written about it. This wasn't the kind of work they needed being seen at.

Getting him back to the safe house was her priority now.

She hauled him up, working on moving him without causing too much pain. She had to get him somewhere safe before the shock set in. He was already starting to shake.

They had a car parked around the block and she managed to get him into it with surprising ease, just as the police arrived to check the scene.

"Easy Clint, you'll be alright." She muttered as she deposited him in the passenger seat. He was starting to turn pale. She needed to get him taken care of as soon as she could and she still had to get out of the city for that.

He made a soft groaning sound. "I know, Nat." He mumbled but his voice was getting thick and uneven.

She swung into the drivers seat and started up the engine, breaking a few traffic laws as she reversed and sped down the street. She could worry about those later. If any cameras snagged her plates the ticket would go to SHIELD anyway.

The breakneck speed she was attempting wasn't possible to maintain in a city with so many stop lights and she quickly grew frustrated as Clint's head dropped onto his chest and lulled there drunkenly.

"Damn it Barton stay with me." she muttered.

"I'm here." He slurred, voice coming out as a whine more than anything else. He sounded like he was nearly out of it.

"Keep it that way, we're nearly out of the city. We'll be back at the safe house in just a few minutes." She glanced over and knew that the upholstery was shot. He was bleeding everywhere.

"Safe house." He croaked, repeating her words.

"That's right, almost there."

They finally broke out of the city, commuters honking as she ignored safety and law in an attempt to save the man currently bleeding all over her car.

"Nat?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm here." He repeated again.

"Yeah you are." She muttered, worry growing as she turned down a road and blasted towards the safe house. She was almost there. They weren't too far out of the city, just far enough to give them some privacy while they lay low.

She was nearly there.

Very nearly and Clint was still conscious, head bumping on his chest.

She came to a grinding stop outside of the safe house, break pads protesting as she stamped down on the pedal and tossed her hair back. "Alright Clint, we made it." she said. "Let's get you inside."

"Ah mmm." He mumbled with half closed eyes.

Right, she hurried around the side of the car and helped him out. Carried him more than anything else. HIs feet weren't under him and he was breathing hard.

"Nat. . ." He slugged out quietly.

"I got you, we're almost inside."

She fumbled with the lock, unevenly trying to hold him up and manage a key. He was heavy against her now, body sagging as he struggled to stay conscious. She appreciated his effort. He was strong. He would be okay.

"Easy, we're almost inside." She whispered, getting the door open.

He made a noncommittal sound and his head lulled on his shoulders pathetically. Good, he was still holding it together and she hustled him in and to the couch where she quickly dumped him and went for the first aid kit.

She knew how to do this, she'd had years of training and field experience. Clint would be alright but she had come to care for him and his distress was her distress now. His pain hurt her.

She knelt and cut away his clothing until she could get to his wounds and remove the shrapnel. It was meatball work, gore and pain and even with a dose of pain killers he twisted weakly against her hands.

"Easy Clint." she whispered. "I'm almost done. It's not so bad."

"Nat. . ." He mumbled, loopy from pain and drugs. "Get it off me."

She glanced at him, stitching his back now. She still had his leg to work on but the shrapnel was gone from his back and that would help. It was probably the best thing she could do.

"It's out of your back. You'll sleep better." She almost wished he would go sleep. Now that she had the situation under control it wasn't so important he stay awake. She could keep an eye on him here.

She sighed and took a moment to touch his face. "I'm almost done."

That wasn't true. She still had his leg to work on but the strange tenderness that had crept into her heart when she was with him forced compassion out of her. Funny how he had unlocked all of this in her.

No, that wasn't right. It hadn't been locked away. He had given her the opportunity to show compassion, the opportunity to be someone who could be compassionate. Who could be everything she had been taught not to be. . .

He made a small noise, slowly slipping into unconsciousness as the drugs and the pain finally over took him.

She finished her work on his back more quickly after that, finding the work easier when she didn't have to worry about his pain and she moved on to his leg, looking down to see flesh less mangled than she'd expected. That was good.

When she had him stitched and bandaged she went and showered off. She hadn't even bothered to look in a mirror yet and as she stood in front of the one in the bathroom the woman who looked back at her looked absolutely filthy. She had matted blood in her hair.

She grimaced and showered as quickly as she could.

She was confident in her medical skills but there was no accounting for the human heart. She cared about Clint now and reason had very little to do with that. She was worried about him and there was no changing that now.

She finished showering and dressed quickly, going and checking on him in the living room. He was still asleep, face only slightly less pale now that she had gotten his wounds taken care of.

She looked down and felt a kind of softness she had only recently encountered creep into her heart and she briefly touched his forehead, hand gentle as she checked his temperature and assured herself he was alright.

They'd both had worse injuries. The shrapnel hadn't been in too deep, just deep enough to cause blood loss but he looked vulnerable here. Like the man he was, not the SHIELD agent who could do anything.

Take away the Kevlar and the weapons and you had only a naked human.

She waited then for him to wake up and found herself wondering when she had become so tender towards him. He was important to her now in a way that few people had ever been. She wanted to protect him and while that might have started out of gratitude for the new life he'd helped her into, she didn't have any doubts that it also came out of genuine feelings now.

Clint's chest was rising and falling gently however and a little more color had returned to his face.

She checked his forehead again and decided that he was doing okay. There was no spike in temperature and he wasn't exceptionally clammy.

When he did finally open his eyes she heard him yawn.

She had been nearly dozing herself in the armchair across from him when she heard him shift and open his mouth.

"A-aah." he yawned, cracking an eye.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, looking him over. The sun had very nearly disappeared outside and the room was cast in shadow.

He shifted slightly and then made a face. "I've felt better." He said. "My leg. . ."

"Your back was worse. Your leg was clean."

He nodded, face contorted unpleasantly for a moment. "Feels like someone took a cheese grater to me."

She allowed a small smile. "Hm. You looked like it too."

"You patch me up?"

"Who else?"

He smiled slightly in the growing dark. "Dumb question, thanks."

"Do you think you can move to the bed?" She asked.

He tried to shrug and then stopped, pain flashing across his face before he forced himself up and looked at her. "Only if you help me. My leg is a bit sore still."

She came around and offered her shoulder to him and together they made their way around the corner and back to his room.

They'd been sharing a room but they wouldn't tonight. There was no practicality in that and they were too well trained to give in to their own desires so easily. Rest was the best thing they could do at the moment.

They were quiet then as they got him settled and she made to go and turn on the lights but found his hand stopping her.

"I don't need 'em on." He said, squeezing her hand lightly before letting go. "Thanks though, Nat."

She helped him under the covers, noting each wince with a kind of care she might not have once had.

"I already feel better." He lied.

She sniffed a little. "You have a good nurse."

"Ooh, I like nurses." His voice didn't have the humor he'd hoped for but just the same she smiled and pulled the covers up.

"Of course you do."

He sighed and sank back. "I mean it, Nat. I do feel better."

Her smile was more real this time. "Just keep taking it easy. We don't have to move for another five days if we don't want to."

"Vacation."

She brushed his hair back and his eyes closed for a second. "You're still doped up."

"Yeah."

He smiled and she snorted. "You enjoy that." She said.

"I will. . ."

She'd done her work but she stayed by him, talking quietly and holding his hand. He would be okay. She knew that but it was a tender moment. She didn't want to leave him.

"You make the report back to SHIELD?" He asked after a while.

"Not yet."

"Ha, make 'em wait."

She smiled softly but knew she needed to do it. There were rules for a reason and reports had to be submitted on time.

She stayed with him a while more before going and making her report and making dinner. He would need to eat and she did too. She listened to the news for a while while she cooked and heard the same detached stories as ever. Told by news anchors a million miles away behind a desk.

People like her and people like Clint knew parts of the little secrets that never came reported.

They could die for the things they knew.

She looked down and sighed. Today had gone alright and when the meal was done she went in and ate with Clint who was sitting up in bed stiffly.

She sighed and smiled. "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged with his good shoulder. "A little more clear. Back hurts though."

She nodded and handed him his plate. "Well, eat this and we can see about some more pain killers if you want."

He dug in quickly, telling her that some of his energy had returned. It was good to see and she smiled into her meal at the thought.

It was peaceful after a mission sometimes. The adrenalin died down and an odd limbo like existence hung in the air for a few days. These were their days though. No mission, no travel. No anything really except for them.

This was their time.

They talked aimlessly and joked in some parody of a normal life and enjoyed the peace that came so rarely.

She checked his bandages after they ate and found all was well. She'd done a good job.

"Everything holding up?" He asked as she finished.

"Looks like it, you'll be fine in a few days."

They settled back, the kitchen was stocked and the house quiet, the mission completed and he was healing up. She appreciated any time they could take like this and planned to be there for him until he was able to leave.

Clint was her truest friend and he had given her so much more than a new life. The least she could do was be there for him.

She smiled to herself and readied for a few days of playing nurse. It was nothing she couldn't handle.

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What Makes a Hero

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by Rose_Pierce36

After the Avengers defeat alien invaders, potentially ending an intergalactic war, Ironman redirected a bomb into outer space. Upon his descent, he falls through a different portal, landing him a world he least excepted, one battling in a game for a throne. NOTE: Some of the events from GoT are out of order for story purposes

Words: 1645, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tony Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Samwell Tarly, Jeor Mormont, Edd Tollett, Pyp | Pypar (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Brandon Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tywin Lannister, Arya Stark, Davos Seaworth, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Alliser Thorne, Pepper Potts, Petyr Baelish, Cersei Lannister, Rickon Stark, Osha (A Song of Ice and Fire), Melisandre (A Song of Ice and Fire), Stannis Baratheon, Erik Selvig, Brienne of Tarth, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf, The Others | White Walker Character(s) (A Song of Ice and Fire), Hodor (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Additional Tags: Mystery, Drama, Tragedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Fanfiction, Crossover, Winterfell (A Song of Ice and Fire), Battle of New York (Marvel), Dark Comedy, Fiction, Science Fiction

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[builder051]

Hi! I hope you're doing okay, I would like to offer a prompt where Peter Parker is sick or motion sick (emeto) and Clint notices or finds him or something and helps him out. I feel like these characters rarely interact and this could take place anytime (I generally prefer it when Tony is alive and it could be canon or not but it's up to you). Thanks for your time and I hope you have a nice day!

Thanks for this one!

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Avengers

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Clint's driving.

Peter initially thinks it'll be fun to take on HYDRA base from a gleaming Hummer, shooting webs from the open backseat window as Widow and Hawkeye fire their weapons from the front. At least, that's the feeling he got from the pre-mission briefing.

In reality, though, things are a little different. It might still be fun when they start the firefight, though sometimes Peter feels bad about taking enjoyment in violence. It's for the greater good, though, so it should all work out in the end. Assuming they make it there.

To the end of the car ride, he means. Peter has no idea what's wrong with him. He has the backseat to himself. It's spacious and shiny black; the upholstery smells new. The AC works, omnidirectionally, in fact, as do the buttons to open and shut the windows. He's tried all of them, hoping a change in airflow will dry the sweat beading on his upper lip and get him back into the right headspace for a mission.

Peter swallows hard. He watches the scenery pass by for a moment, marveling at how smooth the ride is over the highway. They're... where exactly? Montana? Nice trees. Good roads. Or just nice tires.

His stomach, which Peter prays is empty, bubbles upward, sending sick reverberations through his chest. Tires, he thinks. Does Mr. Stark have any time left to engineer stuff like that? Or does he work with an outside dealer?

"This transmission's bitchy," Peter hears from the front seat. He looks away from the window to see Clint fiddling with the cruise control. The vehicle moves almost imperceptibly faster, but Peter feels it. Mostly in his gut.

"That's SHIELD for you." Nat pats Clint on the shoulder. "You know they let the interns pimp them up." She turns her head and catches Peter's eye. "They might let you do one someday, you know. If you keep up the charade."

"Huh?" Peter gulps and struggles to process what he's just heard. "Make a car with Mr. Stark?" Ordinarily, he'd be thrilled. Right now, he feels like his lower jaw is in his lap, slowly oozing down to the floorboards.

"Well, I don't know--" Nat starts.

"Can we actually pull over?" Peter can't believe the words are out of his mouth. Well, better the words than the... stuff.

"Yeah, what's up?" Clint looks at him in the rearview. "Oof. Ok."

The Hummer cuts across a couple of lanes and slows once it reaches the shoulder. Peter presses his hand over his mouth, forcing down the impending gag, if only until he can get his door open.

He's fast enough with his movement, but Peter's aim is poor. Or maybe it's his current ability to use forethought and execute a plan. He slides sideways, slamming the door with his shoulder and forcing it open.

Clint appears out of nowhere, which is a good thing, for Peter would otherwise have faceplanted. Nausea and vertigo steal his vision, and his heart beats so loudly in his ears that he can't hear a thing either. Peter feels like he's drowning, his mouth and nose blocked.

Then Clint's hand conks him between the shoulder blades, and a cascade of sick escapes Peter, running down his chin before splashing the grass and everyone's shoes.

"'M sorry--" Peter starts, before he's even finished with the first round.

"Hey, stop, it happens," Clint says, flipping up his sunglasses and shrugging. "Breathe, ok?"

Peter tries. Nat's a few feet off, phone to ear, probably relaying news of the incident in real time.

"What's she--?" Peter retches again, bringing up not much but acid and frothy spit.

"Mission's compromised," Clint says matter-of-factly. "She doesn't have to tell anyone why."

"Really?"

"Yeah..." Clint pauses. "What, did you think we'd blow your cover or something? Make your aunt come pick you up because you got sick?"

"I'm fine, I swear." Peter wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "I have no idea what happened. I don't have a fever, or..." He swallows another wash of nausea.

"I believe you." Clint nods back toward the Hummer. "I like to drive for a reason." He winks, then gives Peter a sympathetic face.

"Oh. I... really?"

Clint nods. "It's not a weakness. Just, maybe... inconvenient? Messy?"

Peter tries to surreptitiously wipe his hands on his jeans, and he feels his cheeks go pink. "Thanks," he says. "I don't know what else to say."

"Don't mention it," Clint says, nodding definitely. "And I won't either.

[the-widow-sisters]

Hi! You’ve had so much content recently and I love it! Can you do a story where Natasha and Yelena have a competition to see who can go the longest without cuddles? And maybe in the end it’s actually Natasha that caves? These two are so cute!

A/N: Thank you so, so much!!! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed! 🥺💗

I absolutely adored this request, and I loved having the opportunity to show just how much Yelena means to Natasha since it’s usually Yelena that’s so obviously dependent upon Natasha’s affection. This was a really nice change of pace, and all the touch-starvedness and the longing was melting my heart 💕

Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy! 🥰💖

Also, thank you for helping me plan this one out, @bambinella and @natasharomanofftheposer!

Word Count: 4937

  “You two really can’t go without cuddling for even an hour, can you?” Clint suddenly spoke up as he entered the room and stood behind the couch where Natasha and Yelena were currently snuggled.

  Yelena was lounged across Natasha, her head in Natasha’s lap as she watched the television. Natasha was gently running her knuckles across Yelena’s face in swirling patterns as she read the book in her other hand.

  Natasha looked away from her book, fond exasperation in her gaze as she raised an eyebrow at her guy best friend. Clint was just grinning at her way too smugly, his eyes filled with mischief as he looked down at the both of them and rested his hands on the back of the couch.

  “What? You have nothing better to do than to come in here and mess with us? What happened to training Kate?” Natasha teased, and Clint just shrugged.

  “I just finished that. Besides… I have to pick on the cuddle monsters,” Clint declared with a smirk. Yelena just scoffed as she rolled her eyes dramatically at him.

  “The reason we do it at all is because the big poser here is so needy. She has to have cuddles every thirty minutes to make herself have the confidence to keep going and dealing with you people,” Yelena smirked widely, gesturing up at her big sister.

  Natasha looked down at her with a light huff, putting down her book as she removed her hand from Yelena’s face. Yelena followed her hand instinctively, but quickly stopped herself, trying to prove her point that Natasha was the only one that was needing cuddles so desperately.

  However, Natasha’s face soon morphed into that telltale smirk that indicated Natasha was in one of those mischievous moods. Yelena’s eyes widened imperceptibly, but she quickly controlled herself, trying to look as if the expression had not bothered her. She just kept looking at Natasha with confidence in her gaze, and Natasha grinned.

  “Don’t you mean we cuddle because you’re needy?” Natasha asked far too wickedly.

  “Oh, I’m not the needy one in this sisterhood,” Yelena waved her off confidently with a wide smile, trying to keep up her bluster and pretend that Natasha’s eeriness with her strange smile was not bothering her. Truthfully, Yelena’s mind was racing as she tried desperately to think of what could be prompting Natasha to have such a smirk.

  “Hm… Okay. So you’re saying that you could probably last a week without cuddles?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena immediately realized precisely what the redhead was grinning so much about. Natasha was trying to get her to cave in with the threat of a wager. However, Yelena was not about to let the redhead win this battle of the wills.

  Clint made an oohing sound as he chuckled, looking between the two. He was obviously quite curious about what was going to happen next.

  “Poser, I’ll do you one better. I can last at least three days without touching at all,” Yelena declared to her. Natasha just laughed at her, and Yelena narrowed her eyes.

  “What? You don’t believe me?” Yelena tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice. Yelena was not really that confident that she could last three days, but now that Natasha had challenged her and called her needy of all things in front of Clint, she quite simply could not give in.

  “I don’t, but if you want to play this game, I’m more than prepared to do so,” Natasha replied breezily, and Yelena forced herself to get out of Natasha’s lap as she stared her down. Clint was looking between the two curiously, wondering where this was going.

  Yelena just huffed, knowing that she was going to regret this but finding herself far too stubborn to give it up now. Not when Natasha was looking so frustratingly smug.

  “Okay, then. Let’s make it a bet,” Yelena challenged, her competitive spirit starting to overwhelm her and send her to places that she knew good and well that she could not even begin to handle.

  “Okay,” Natasha patiently replied, a sparkling in her eyes that was far from innocent as mischief filled them instead.

  “The first to give in has to kiss the other’s foot and then give them a footrub,” Yelena challenged, narrowing her eyes as she smirked evilly, and Natasha immediately looked horrendously grossed out.

  Natasha absolutely hated feet, and she only somewhat tolerated Yelena’s. Yelena’s feet were literally the only ones that Natasha would actually touch outside of little Nate Barton’s, and Yelena considered herself very lucky to be so high in Natasha’s favor that she would actually put her hands on Yelena’s feet. Especially since Yelena’s feet had a tendency to stink quite a bit of the time.

  “Sure. And if we can make it to three days, we’ll just get bragging rights,” Natasha added finally, forcing away the disgust as she looked over at the blonde.

  “Alright, deal,” Yelena nodded, starting to reach out her hand for Natasha to shake. However, she quickly realized that that was very much against their wager, and Yelena withdrew her hand, propping her arm on the back of the couch. Natasha was just smirking, and Yelena narrowed her eyes as she allowed a smirk of her own.

  “Well, I hope you’re excited to kiss my foot, sestra. I for one am,” Yelena mischievously proclaimed, thinking of how miserable Natasha was going to be when she had to kiss Yelena’s foot and rub it. Natasha groaned loudly at the thought.

  “You’re such a pervert,” Natasha declared in a playful scold, reaching out and starting to shove at Yelena’s head. But she quickly stopped in the middle of her motion, realizing what she had almost done. Yelena’s grin grew.

  “Oh, please do keep going. You’re about to let us skip right to the good part,” Yelena grinned widely, her eyes narrowed in challenge, and Natasha scoffed in reply.

  “You just wish I would. You’re already dying from not being able to come back to my lap,” Natasha pointed out smugly, and Yelena’s smile dropped just a little as she realized that Natasha was undoubtedly and definitely right about that unfortunately.

  Clint just shook his head with a deep sigh and a slight smirk, looking between both of the women.

  “I think you’re both going to crack before three days is up.”

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        Sure enough, by that evening, Yelena was antsy and completely miserable. However, every time Natasha would look over at her with that frustratingly smug raise of her eyebrow and that telltale smirk, Yelena would force an expression of nonchalance onto her face, acting as if she were not positively dying inside.

  They were currently watching a movie, and it was taking everything within Yelena to keep from leaning over into Natasha’s side and just burying her face into Natasha. She kept glancing over at Natasha just barely to see if the redhead would cave, but she seemed to be doing a lot better about this whole no contact thing than Yelena was.

  It was actually starting to worry Yelena just a little that Natasha really did not need Yelena as badly as Yelena needed her. Natasha had not shown any interest in touching her all day and seemed to be carrying on just fine, and Yelena felt as if she were going through the worst of torture and the ultimate deprivation of fulfillment of life.

  Yelena was beginning to regret their little battle of the wills because it was exposing some truths that Yelena was not quite sure that she was ready to face.

  But then she saw it.

  Natasha started to reach her arm out toward Yelena to wrap around her, but she quickly disguised the movement as just resting her arm on the back of the couch. Yelena almost smirked at her, but kept her face neutral as she mentally wished that Natasha would just go ahead and give in. It was starting to become a far too painful game for either of their own goods.

  “So, poser… You need me yet?” Yelena spoke up, trying to keep the undying hope out of her voice. Natasha glanced over at her with a smirk, reaching up to scratch the back of her head just a little.

  Yelena followed her hand with a hungry gaze, wishing that hand would scratch at her own scalp as it did so often before they started this silly competition. She could almost feel the intoxicating touch of her big sister’s affections.

  “Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing,” Natasha told her, placing her hand back where it had been just moments before. It was as if Natasha was taunting her, her every movement a way of trying to get Yelena to crack. The blonde swallowed, trying to disguise the motion by dipping her head a little, and looking down at her vest she was wearing currently. She let out a small huff before looking back up at the redhead.

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m just fine,” Yelena declared confidently despite the fact that she was desperately wishing Natasha’s hand would move over just a little to touch her face. Yelena tried to tough it out, however, reaching deep within for every bit of her self-control as taught by the Red Room.

   Before too long, the both of them were finally getting ready for bed, and as per a routine that neither one of them were used to, they both were going to their own beds for the night with the intent to remain separate from one another. While it was not uncommon for Yelena to start off in her own bed and end up crawling into Natasha’s since it was some sort of game for her, tonight would be different. Tonight, Yelena would actually be staying in her own bed away from the redhead.

  Yelena and Natasha awkwardly stopped in the hall just before heading to their respective rooms, feeling odd as they just sort of uncomfortably stood just before one another, not even engaging in their usual nighttime hug that they did whenever the both of them went to different beds for the night. Natasha looked lost and her eyes were somewhat longing for a moment, but then she suddenly forced a smirk over that look of vulnerability.

  “Rooskaya, just break already. We both know I’m going to win. It’ll just make it easier for both of us,” Natasha spoke, and Yelena could hear the slight urgency in the undertones of Natasha’s voice. Yelena could tell that it was starting to bother Natasha as badly as it was driving Yelena crazy.

  Which in some odd way was a comfort to Yelena. It reassured her that she was not the only one that missed their connection and their physical bonding with one another. Natasha’s touch had become such a quintessential part of Yelena’s existence that being without it for even the shortest amount of time felt as if she were suffocating. Natasha was her oxygen, and to have her taken away like this and tantalizingly dangled just before her in this way was like the worst of torture.

  “Why don’t you break if you’re in such misery over it?” Yelena questioned instead and wished more than anything that Natasha actually would. But she knew that both of their competitive spirits were far too haughty to just give in so easily.

  Natasha just straightened a little, and Yelena could see that the redhead was forcing the utmost stoicism in order to maintain her composure. Natasha stared at her for a painfully long moment and Yelena tried her best not to take a step nearer to Natasha as she gazed at her longingly but tried to disguise it the best she could. Natasha finally offered Yelena an easygoing smile.

  “Well… I guess we should be getting to bed. I love you, sweet girl,” Natasha expressed, and an overwhelming urge to hug Natasha came over her as her older sister allowed a heart-melting look of adoration to come onto her face. Yelena was horrendously close to cracking, and she clenched her fists so tightly that she could feel her blunt nails digging into her palms.

  “I love you, too, Natashka,” Yelena whispered finally, taking her time just staring into those beautiful light greens. Finally, just as Yelena was sure she was about to gladly throw in the towel if only to feel Natasha again, Natasha turned away and headed into her room.

  Yelena let out a breath, shooting a longing glance at Natasha before resigning herself to head to her own room.

  Once she was in there, she was immediately unhappy since the room was definitively lacking in Natasha’s unique scent that was just so her. Yelena swallowed hard, hesitantly crawling into bed and flopping down in the blankets.

  After a moment of lying there uncomfortably, she suddenly remembered that a month or two ago, Natasha had slept in this room and laid down on the pillow on the other side of Yelena. Yelena immediately raised up a little, grabbing the pillow and dragging it close to her face as she took a deep breath through her nose. She desperately tried to take in any possible hints of Natasha’s smell.

  There was the smallest hint of the scent there in the pillowcase, and Yelena let out a small whine, wishing that there was more. She tried her best to hold back the urge to just go in her sister’s room in scrub the pillow against Natasha’s head. Yelena instead closed her eyes tightly, hugging the pillow to her chest and stuffing her face into it as she pretended that it was Natasha. It was nowhere close to the real thing, but Yelena was not sure if she could sleep the whole night without the redhead’s comforting embrace around her.

  Yelena nestled underneath the blankets, clinging tightly to the pillow as she tried to feel the ghost sensation of Natasha’s arms around her.

  After a painstakingly long time, Yelena finally drifted to sleep just barely, her slumber restless and her sleep light as she wished that neither one of them had been stupid enough to even make and agree to take this bet in the first place.

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       The next morning, Yelena drug herself out of bed earlier than usual. She had gotten hardly any rest that night, and she had given up on trying to sleep in when there were no morning cuddles to lull her back into slumber.

  Yelena headed into the kitchen and immediately noticed that Natasha was sitting at the table, sipping her tea as she looked out the window with Liho curled in her lap and Fanny at her side. Yelena raised an eyebrow but trudged in as she watched her sister carefully.

  Natasha’s fingers were threaded through Fanny’s thick fur around her face and neck, scratching at her gently and comfortingly. With her other hand, she was alternating between holding her tea and stroking Liho’s head gently.

  It was overall an adorable, endearing sight to witness her sister in such a calm and intimate setting with the animals. However, it was also odd considering the fact that Natasha refused to put her hands on animals while she ate or drank anything.

  And as Yelena moved closer to her and sat down across from her at the table, she realized that Natasha had dark circles underneath her eyes. Natasha’s eyes were also a little bloodshot in a way that indicated that the redhead had not gotten any sleep whatsoever.

  Yelena could not help but absently wonder if perhaps the reason that Natasha was so uncharacteristically snuggled with their pets was because she was missing Yelena.

  As soon as Yelena had sat down, Natasha looked over at her, a little startled at the sight of her. Yelena immediately knew Natasha must have been tired if she did not detect Yelena coming into the room.

  Fanny hesitantly moved from Natasha’s affections to come over and press her nose into Yelena’s hand. Yelena wasted no time in petting her, her fingers running through her fur as she leaned forward to kiss the dog’s head. Fanny’s tail was wagging and she was panting happily, her ears laid back as she enjoyed the affection. It must have been Fanny’s lucky day for both Natasha and Yelena to be so needy that they resorted to giving Fanny their full and undivided attention.

  “Good morning… How’d you sleep?” Natasha greeted, her raspy voice coming through somewhat roughly as she swallowed down her tea carefully, her hand scratching gently at Liho’s cheek. Liho was purring loudly and appreciatively as Natasha offered affections.

  Yelena let out a slight huff, debating whether she would admit the truth or pretend everything was fine. She finally settled on the latter, deciding that she did not want to give Natasha the satisfaction of thinking she was going to crack.

  Even though Yelena had the strongest feeling that it was likely going to be her that cracked to the pressure of no affection in the end.

  “I slept okay. What about you?” Yelena questioned in reply, curious what Natasha’s answer would be since it was so obviously written on her face. Natasha let out a slight huff, the barest hints of a grin tugging at her face as she looked over at Yelena. There was a deep exhaustion in her eyes that betrayed the feelings and thoughts that her expression was attempting desperately to hide.

  “It was okay,” Natasha replied softly before taking a drink of her tea. Yelena nodded just barely, and Natasha let out a deep sigh before starting to stand up, gently ushering Liho off of her as carefully as she could. The cat meowed quietly in complaint, but complied nevertheless. Natasha then headed over to the kitchen, starting to wash her hands so that she could no doubt begin setting up breakfast.

  Yelena watched her longingly, thinking of how she would always go and hug Natasha from behind every time she got up in the morning. She was terribly tempted to do it now, but she tried her best to remain seated.

  However, she quickly realized that there were no rules against moving as closely as she could to Natasha and trying to connive Natasha into accidentally touching her.

  Yelena quickly got up to go help Natasha get breakfast ready, trying to hold back her smirk as she came over and waited patiently just behind Natasha to wash her hands after she did. She was so close that her breaths were falling across Natasha’s bare shoulder exposed from her tank top, and it was taking everything in her not to just give in to the urge to hug her.

  Natasha turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at Yelena.

  “Thinking about giving in?”

  “Nope. You?” Yelena questioned, mustering all of the innocence she could manage, and Natasha narrowed her eyes a little, a smirk tugging at her lips.

  “Nope.”

  Natasha deftly slid to the side, and Yelena stepped forward to wash her hands, looking over at the redhead as she watched her carefully. Once she had finished, she headed over carefully, stopping just before Natasha as she reached up for a bowl for her cereal.

  Natasha huffed just a little but stood her ground, and Yelena almost grinned as she realized Natasha was playing Yelena’s game in return. Yelena, however, was determined to play it better.

  “Oh, poser?” Yelena asked with a smile, and Natasha hummed in questioning as she looked over at Yelena from where she was starting to pour her own cereal bowl.

  “Can you reach this bowl for me?” Yelena questioned sweetly, hoping she could convince Natasha to do it since it would literally take only the barest of movement in Yelena’s direction to make it to where Natasha would be the one brushing against her.

  Natasha seemed to realize this, too, and she just eyed Yelena skeptically.

  “You’re literally an inch taller than me. You’ll have better luck reaching it,” Natasha told her, and to anyone else, it would have been an innocent acknowledgement. However, Yelena knew how Natasha hated to admit that Yelena was taller than her because Yelena gloated about it so much.

  “Uh-huh… You weren’t so eager to claim that just the other day,” Yelena declared somewhat begrudgingly. Natasha made a noncommittal noise before heading over to the table and sitting down with the bowl. Yelena let out an unhappy huff before getting out her bowl and making herself some cereal.

  She then headed over to the table, and Natasha glanced distrustfully as Yelena sat to her side, not touching her but growing close to it.

  They spent the rest of their breakfast time in silence, and Natasha finally finished hers, starting to get up, and Yelena swiftly shoveled in the remainder of her own before getting up and following Natasha over to the sink. She put hers into the sink just as Natasha put hers in, and Natasha looked over at her with that impassive expression of neutrality.

  However, the expression quickly broke when Natasha almost laughed as she looked at Yelena. Yelena knew she had milk dribbling down her chin from gobbling down the last bits of her cereal, but now she was stubbornly going to leave it dripping, seeing if Natasha would give in and wipe it away.

  Natasha huffed just a little, pointing at Yelena’s mouth but not quite touching her as she chuckled. Yelena’s heart still leapt in her chest at Natasha’s closeness and she so desperately wished that Natasha’s fingers would grow closer to cradle her face in her grasp.

  “You’ve got milk all over your face,” Natasha finally commented, and Yelena gazed at her stubbornly.

  “Gonna do something about it, poser?” Yelena challenged, and Natasha just looked at her contemplatively for a moment before just shrugging and heading for her own room. Yelena let out an unhappy huff before taking a nearby handtowel and wiping her mouth for herself.

  She marched after Natasha and rounded the corner to head down the little hallway leading to their rooms. However, just as she did, she almost ran into the redhead. The both of them jumped backward as if they had been burned, and Natasha let out a breathless chuckle.

  “Trying to finish the competition up early, huh?” Natasha slyly questioned, and Yelena rolled her eyes.

  “You wish,” Yelena declared before suddenly yawning as the tiredness washed over her from her mini-heart attack she just had. Natasha looked at her oddly, and Yelena just waved away her concerns.

  “I’m going to go rest in my room. I’m feeling one of those lazy days,” Yelena announced, and Natasha nodded just a little, a sudden hesitance gripping her as she looked at the blonde.

  “Okay… I’ve got to go meet with the team, so I guess I’ll just lock you in and I’ll be back later?” Natasha spoke up, and Yelena nodded her head with a slight smile, unhappy with the fact that Natasha would be gone for a while, but deciding she was ultimately too tired to insist on coming along. She was going to need all the sleep she could get to last through another night without Natasha by her side.

  “Alright. I love you,” Yelena expressed, and Natasha lit up in a loving smile that made Yelena want to forget all about the bet.

  “I love you, too, detka,” Natasha replied gently before heading off toward the door. Yelena let out a deep breath before heading back to her room.

  Might as well get as much sleep as possible before another restless night.

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       Yelena opened her eyes as she heard the door shut in the other room a little loudly. She immediately knew it was Natasha based on the excessive noise-making that she made in shutting the door and the fact that Fanny had not barked at all with the entry of the person. Yelena looked at the time, her eyes widening just a little at the realization that Natasha had been gone almost all day.

  Yelena could not help but wonder what had taken the redhead so long.

  The blonde just stretched out on her bed, letting out a contented sigh as she realized that she had actually managed to sleep well. Even though she could not sleep without Natasha at night, she could take some pretty good naps during the day without her.

  However, before she could even try to make a move to get off the bed and go to the other room to see what Natasha was doing, the redhead in question suddenly appeared in her doorway.

  Yelena started to speak, but she quickly realized that Natasha had a determined look on her face. She looked exhausted and as if she had an absolutely terrible day at the compound, and Yelena immediately assumed something with the meeting went wrong.

  But what she never saw coming was how Natasha suddenly started stalking toward her with a purpose. Yelena’s eyes widened just a little as she watched her big sister as she paused just before the foot of the bed. She then knelt down carefully, her eyes on Yelena’s as she grasped at Yelena’s bare foot and leaned forward.

  To Yelena’s pure shock, Natasha suddenly pressed a gentle kiss to the arch of Yelena’s foot, and Yelena took in a sharp breath.

  They both just stared at each other for a long moment, Natasha keeping her hand tentatively on Yelena’s foot as she watched her almost timidly, her eyes full of pleading and longing.

  Yelena immediately pulled her foot from Natasha’s grasp, clambering forward on her hands and knees as quickly as she could crawl. Natasha carefully stood, and as soon as she was upright, Yelena dove for her, grabbing Natasha’s neck in her arms as she pulled her against her as tightly as she could.

  She was immediately surprised at the desperation in which Natasha grabbed at her, her fingers digging into Yelena as she desperately grabbed her and shoved her nose into Yelena’s neck as she breathed in deeply as if she would never get another breath of her.

  Yelena already had her face buried in Natasha’s neck, and she was shocked beyond belief when Natasha let out a noise that was almost a whine as she tried to get closer to her. Yelena was more than happy to oblige as she tugged at Natasha helplessly, trying to bring her closer.

  Natasha then surprised her by backing her up so that she fell back against the bed on her back. Natasha never let her go as she moved on top of the blonde, pushing her weight down on top of Yelena as she just laid on top of her. Yelena was immediately surrounded by everything Natasha and she almost felt as if she could cry from pure gratitude at the redhead’s nearness and the fact that the ridiculous game was over now.

  Natasha was all over her, her arms around her as she just ran her hands along Yelena’s sides softly and then over Yelena’s arms as she just felt her in the most innocent sense of the word. Yelena shut her eyes, just basking in the feeling of her loving contact as she was showered with Natasha’s affections.

  After a few minutes, however, it was quickly becoming clear to Yelena that Natasha needed some manner of greater assurance than she was getting from Yelena’s current position.

  Yelena forced herself to move up as she grabbed Natasha gently and guided her over so that Yelena could lay on top of her like usual. Yelena then flopped her weight down on her, resting her head on Natasha’s chest as she listened carefully to her heartbeat.

  Natasha immediately seemed more at ease and significantly less restless as she ran a hand underneath the blonde’s shirt to stroke her back. She used her other hand to gently scratch at Yelena’s scalp, and Yelena shivered just barely as Natasha ran her fingers through her hair, raking her fingers along the scalp.

  As they laid there, they both slowly grew much more at ease, and Natasha let out a content sigh, her breaths washing evenly and heavily over Yelena. Yelena was encased by that Natasha smell that she had missed so desperately, and she could not be happier.

  “I missed you so much,” Natasha whispered softly, her voice cracking, and Yelena felt her heart clench as she hid her face in Natasha’s shirt to try to hide how the tears sprung in her eyes at the verbal affirmation that Natasha had actually been suffering as much as her and had actually been longing to be close to her, too.

  “I missed you, too,” Yelena admitted finally, her voice breaking a little despite her best efforts. Natasha let out a deep, calming breath, and Yelena closed her eyes as she just enjoyed Natasha’s nearness.

  After several moments, Yelena finally huffed just barely. Natasha hummed confusedly in questioning, and Yelena moved so that her chin was resting on Natasha’s chest.

  “You’ve still got to rub my feet,” Yelena mischievously declared, and Natasha chuckled under her breath as she moved the hand in Yelena’s hair so that it was touching her face gently.

  “I will gladly rub your feet in a few minutes… Just… Let me hold you for a little bit?” Natasha expressed as her eyes turned to that heart-melting expression of pure love. Yelena felt her heart swelling with Natasha’s expression, and she swallowed a little as she nodded, resting her head on Natasha’s chest once again.

  “Always, Natashka.”

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5 Avengers 1 CEO 1 Bodyguard 1 Colonel And 3 Ordinary People Pop Into a Room

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54479728 by killianthebee Avengers + others react to my Peter & Tony fanfiction Words: 2820, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Reaction, Between Avengers (2012) and Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Avengers Family, Aunt May Parker is a Good Aunt (Marvel), Worried Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Protective Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Good Friend Ned Leeds, Precious Ned Leeds, Awesome Michelle Jones (Marvel), Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Happy Hogan Needs a Raise, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Awesome James "Rhodey" Rhodes read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54479728