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Late (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: When Bucky overhears you telling Natasha about your period being late he immediately knows what this could mean. To ease your mind until you know for sure he tries to subtly show you that he’d be there to care for a potential child. You find yourself surprisingly happy about this possibility. (Female Reader) Word Count: 4,986 Warnings: Mild Pregnancy Scares, Talk of Menstruation, Baby Fever, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Sweetheart) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54538210 A/N: Also, quick question, would anyone be interested in a smut fiction with Bucky, containing choking?

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"I’m really late.”

“How late?”

“My period should have started about seven days ago. I’ve never been this late, normally I’m almost always on time.”

“That really is pretty late.” Natasha mused and turned to face you as you stood next to her on Clint’s porch, overlooking the rainy fields. You were all visiting the Bartons after Clint had gotten injured on a mission, leaving him with a broken femur and you all coming over to try to make the house easier for him to get around with his injury. “Have you talked to Bucky, yet?”

You quieted down for a second, opting to turn back toward the rain rather than look at Natasha’s face, knowing that she would urge you to talk to your partner about this. And you knew that even with such an intimate topic you could always talk to Bucky. Menstruation wasn’t a taboo subject in your relationship, so when you were on your period Bucky was aware of it and when you needed him to comfort you or run to the store to get you supplies he was quick to do so.

The two of you had also talked about the possibility of having children before and you had both agreed that one day you would love to have some of your own but that this day was still in the future. So, you knew he wanted children one day and after being with him for years you also knew that he wouldn’t react negatively to all of this. But you didn’t want to worry him because you thought that your period was late for a whole different reason.

“I was so stressed and busy lately. I even calculated when I should have ovulated and at the time we were flying around the world, trying to take down that crime syndicate.” You explained, not meeting her eyes just yet. “I’m sure it’s just the stress that delayed my ovulation and with that also my period.”

“But have you talked to Bucky about it, yet?”

“Not yet. As I said I’m pretty sure it’s just the stress I’ve been under, so it’s probably not a serious issue and I don’t want to worry him with it. I know that everyone immediately assumes that a late period means someone is pregnant, so I don’t want him jumping to conclusions when it might just be from the stress and will probably resolve itself.” You explained before turning to her. “Can we talk about something else? If I don’t get my period within the next week, I’ll talk to him, alright? But for now, let’s please change the subject.”

“Alright.” Natasha nodded and thought for a second. “How was your date night?”

Before you could answer you heard the screen door open and turned to find Bucky stepping onto the porch. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled brightly, making his face light up as you walked up to embrace him. He pulled you to his side and pressed a kiss to your head.

“Where have you been all day?”

“All around the house really, talking to Steve and Sam, helping Laura and everyone else move things around to make it easier for Clint to get around with his cast on.” Bucky said nonchalantly, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. “I heard you talking about our date night.”

You looked up at him, worry rising in you for the flash of a second, concerned that he’d heard the previous topic of conversation. But you quickly overplayed your concerns with a bright smile as you nodded and went on to tell Natasha about the museum you’d been to where they were currently showing an exhibition about Captain America. When you started talking about how many children had been there Bucky piped up.

“Sweetheart, do you remember that young girl who recognised me as the man from one of the photos?”

You nodded quickly and turned to Natasha with a bright smile. “He was in the historical photos there and a little girl, no older than maybe five or six years old, recognised him. She was too shy to talk to him at first but we saw her pulling at her father’s sleeve and pointing Bucky out to him.”

“How cute!” Natasha smiled and looked back at Bucky. “Did you go talk to her?”

“He did.” You answered for your partner, a warm smile on your face. “He went up to her and asked her if she could point him to the display of the shields. It was such a good idea because it meant she could be the one to help Bucky.”

“That was exactly why I did it and it did the trick. It put her in charge of the situation and she pointed me to the shields. She tagged along with us as we went there, chatting away with me about how she’d read books about me and Steve, how she wanted to be just like us when she grew up and asking me all sorts of questions. “

Natasha smiled at that, putting her hands on her hips. “Sure you don’t want to switch professions and work in childcare, Buck?”

“No, I’m quite fond of the whole superhero business.” Bucky chuckled and then nodded his head toward you. “I’m also more fond of the idea of having my own children.”

Natasha shot you a pointed look but you remained quiet and simply leaned back into his side, changing the subject of the conversation to an elderly lady who had also approached Bucky after recognising him at the exhibition. Bucky’s hand tensed on your arm for the fraction of a second but before you could even look up he was already talking to Natasha again.

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It took another hour for the rain to lighten but as soon as it did Clint’s children were outside in the garden, Cooper getting on the tyre swing and pulling out his book, Lila going back to practising her archery which the rain had interrupted her at and Nathaniel running to get his soccer ball to play with. That’s when you heard Clint calling out to all of you, asking for someone to help him get outside onto the porch. Natasha was quick to rush inside to help him while you and Bucky kept an eye on the children.

“Come on, Lila!” Nathaniel complained from down on the field as he approached his sister who put her bow down to look at him. “Why won’t you play with me?”

“I want to practice my archery, Nat.”

Nathanial groaned in annoyance before walking over to his brother. “What about you? Can we play soccer?”

“I just want to finish the chapter first.”

The boy crossed his arms and hung his head in disappointment, kicking his ball to the side and slumping down on a nearby log. You were about to go down into the garden, to try and mediate, comfort Nathaniel or offer to play soccer with him when you felt Bucky’s arm slip off your shoulder. When you turned your head to look at him you saw him giving you a small glance before walking down into the garden, waving at Nathaniel.

“I’ll play with you!”

“Really?” Nathaniel looked up, a smile immediately spreading on his face as he watched Bucky come up to him. “Thank you, Mister Barnes!”

Bucky smiled at his excitement, picking up the ball on the way. “Call me Bucky, alright?”

“Alright!” Nathaniel nodded and then moved across the field, waving Bucky after him. “You be the goalie, alright?”

“Sure, but go easy on me. I’m not a professional soccer player.”

“But you’re a superhero!”

You watched a genuine soft smile spread across Bucky’s face. “Do you think we defeat bad guys by challenging them to a game of soccer?”

Nathaniel shrugged and then grinned up at Bucky. “Have you ever tried?”

“Actually, no. I might have to give your idea a try, buddy.”

Crossing your arms over your chest you watched Bucky play soccer with Nathaniel, a soft smile spreading across your face and a warm feeling engulfing your heart. You still thought that stress was the reason for your late period but you knew that even if you were expecting Bucky would make a great father -- but then again, you had always known that. Nathaniel kept scoring goals and though you could tell that Bucky was letting the ball go in on purpose from time to time, sometimes he looked genuinly surprised at the boy’s aim. Sighing softly, you leaned against one of the wooden support beams of the porch while Natasha helped Clint sit down on a nearby chair and you watched Bucky cheer Nathaniel on.

“Sure you don’t want to talk to him?”

You winced in surprise when Natasha’s voice sounded off just beside your ear and you turned your head to find her standing right next to you. Sighing softly, you shook your head and leaned back against the beam, turning to continue watching Bucky and Nathaniel play.

“I’ll wait a couple more days but I will eventually talk to him about it.” You promised, keeping your voice down so Clint wouldn’t hear your conversation. “But I know that I have nothing to worry about. Even if I were pregnant, I think Bucky would make a great father.”

“Definitely.” Natasha said, her smile evident in her voice as she whispered back to you. “If you want to wait a few more days, do so. But you have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy and he will stand by you no matter what happens.”

“I never doubted that.”

A clap of thunder made everyone look up at the sky and Clint called out to the children to come back inside. They didn’t have to be told twice. Lila started packing up her things while Cooper got off the swing to head for the porch. Nathaniel clutched the ball to his chest as he looked up at the sky in fear but Bucky was quick to react, crouching down next to him and holding out his metal arm to him.

“Hold on and I’ll carry you inside. We’ll be super fast, I promise.”

Nathaniel turned to look at Bucky and at another encouraging nod from the man he grabbed onto the metal arm’s biceps, holding on tightly as your partner stood up, lifting the boy off the ground and leaving him dangling from the arm. While they set out for the porch, you could hear Nathaniel laughing as he swung back and forth on Bucky’s arm, his hands clasped tightly around his biceps. What stood out to you was the fact that Bucky’s eyes kept flicking over to yours, almost as if to see whether or not you were looking at him. But you couldn’t really think about that observation because you found yourself distracted by a strange sense of longing settling in your chest.

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It was two days later that you two found yourself in a furniture store, looking for a new dresser and despite your period still being late, you were no longer focused on the worry you felt about that and more thinking about the longing you had felt when watching Bucky play with Nathaniel two days prior. It made you wonder if having a child with Bucky was something that you might want sooner rather than later.

“I cannot believe we broke your dresser.”

You shushed Bucky, heat rising to your cheeks as you remembered how exactly the dresser had broken and how much teasing you had already had to endure from your fellow Avengers. “Will you keep it down?”

“You didn’t tell me that last night.” Bucky grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders when he saw you roll your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “But then again, that is part of the reason why we’re here.”

Once more you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but chuckle as you leaned into him. “Just remind me that we’re only here for a dresser when I will inevitably find twenty other things that might come in handy. I need you to be the voice of reason here and tell me I don’t need every little thing I see.”

Bucky chuckled at that and threw you a playfully wary glance. “I don’t know if I can turn down any of your wishes, Doll.”

The two of you kept walking until you came to the department for children’s furniture beyond which you knew lay the department for regular bedrooms. As you walked past the displays of cribs and bunk beds, the walls behind them decorated in images of stars with stuffed animals and mobiles all around, you felt a strange longing return. You cuddled closer against Bucky’s side, making him turn to you but you didn’t see his facial expression because you kept looking around. He was quiet for a few seconds before he leaned over to press a kiss to your head.

“When we have a kid one day, what theme would you choose for their nursery?”

You blinked in surprise at his question, noticing how the longing feeling lightened just the smallest amount at the first word of the sentence and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking the first thing that came to your mind. “When?”

“We spoke about having children one day. Is it a surprise that I use ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?” Bucky gave you a comforting smile. “So tell me, what theme would you choose for our future child?”

“The space theme.” You smiled softly, looking back at the displays. “Imagine our baby sleeping under those glow-in-the-dark stars or under a mobile of the planets. It would also fit so well because our first proper date was to an exhibition about space travel.”

Bucky’s smile was clear in his voice when he spoke up. “I like that idea a lot.”

You leaned closer to him again and his hand came up to squeeze your shoulder lovingly as you two started walking again. But your peace was interrupted when you rounded the corner to find a couple fighting over what sounded like the choice of a crib, making you stop in your tracks. Against your better judgment, you spoke up, directing their attention to you and Bucky.

“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

The blond woman rolled her eyes and nodded to the redhead next to her. “My wife here thinks we should get the crib with the wooden frame but it’s much more expensive than the metal frame one.”

“Yes, I know that but I think a crib is not the piece of furniture to cut costs at.” The redhead crossed her arms and shook her head. “Our baby is going to sleep in that bed every night. If you want to cut costs anywhere why not on something like the dresser? If that’s a bit cheaper it won’t be as bad!”

“Would you like an outsider’s opinion on it?”

Both women turned to look at Bucky who took his arm off you to approach the two and they gave him a shrug, agreeing in almost perfect unison that someone else’s opinion might be helpful for their situation. You watched with an interested expression as Bucky smiled and inspected the cribs for a few minutes, reading their descriptions and taking a closer look at them before he turned to the two women again.

“I wouldn’t get either of these.”

“Why not?”

Bucky glanced at you as he spoke up again, once again seemingly making sure that you were paying attention before he said anything. “The one with the metal frame may be an inexpensive one but the mattress that comes with it is not tight fitting enough and that’s a safety hazard for the baby.”

The blonde woman quickly distanced herself from the metal frame crib to examine the wooden one once more. “Why can’t we choose the wooden framed one? The mattress fits better than the one in the other crib.”

“It does but it has those cloud-shaped cutouts on the headboard. The baby’s head or limbs could get caught in it and that’s a safety hazard, too.”

“I totally forgot about that. We even looked up crib safety before coming here and I forgot.” The redhead mumbled and sighed, turning to her wife. “And I’m sorry for going off at you like that. I’ve been so stressed lately.”

“I get it, I wasn’t any better. It’s all forgotten, don’t worry.” The blonde sighed and took her wife’s hand into hers before turning to Bucky. “Got any recommendations on what crib to buy?”

Bucky smiled and nodded toward a crib a few metres away. “I’d get this one. I know that it’s a bit more expensive than the other two but it is convertible, so it can be turned into a toddler bed. It will last you two much longer, so I’d say it’s worth the price.”

“It would look great with the changing table we picked out.”

“It would.” The redhead agreed to her wife before smiling at Bucky. “Thanks for the help, we really appreciate it.”

The blonde nodded before turning to smile at you. “You got yourself a very knowledgable baby daddy there. He’s a keeper.”

Bucky smirked proudly as he turned back at you, watching you come over to embrace his arm and look back at the two women. You didn’t correct the first statement and you didn’t even question why as you answered. “He really is a keeper.”

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After buying a new dresser the two of you had decided to get lunch together and take a walk around the park afterwards. Your hand was in his as you walked down the walkways, passing by the other people in the park until you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. Someone was crying and it sounded like a child. Bucky seemed to have also heard it because he looked around for the source of it before his eyes stilled on a spot next to a large patch of shrubbery. You followed his gaze and found a young girl, no older than four years old sitting on the ground, legs drawn up to her chest and face buried in her arms as she hugged her knees. Before Bucky could react you were approaching her, calling out to her so you wouldn’t startle her as you came close.

“Are you alright?”

“I want my Daddy.” The girl sobbed brokenly but she looked up at you and only then could you see the bloody scrapes on her knees. “I-- I saw a kitty and went after it and-- and I got lost and I fell and my knees hurt real bad!”

You felt concern and pity wash over you at seeing the girl so distraught and hearing that she was lost, so you knelt down next to her. “How about my friend and I help you find your way back to your family?”

“You would? But-- But I don’t know where to look and-- and my knees hurt.”

“Let me check to see if I got some bandaids in my purse.” You said softly and began rummaging through your purse as Bucky crouched down next to you. When you found your small first aid kit you held it up triumphantly. “Look at that, we can patch you up and find your family, alright?”

She was still crying but she let you put bandaids on her knees after spraying some wound disinfectant spray on them. The sting of the spray made her cry even harder but when Bucky let her hold his hand, she calmed down a little. You ignored how he was once more eyeing you as you helped the girl.

“You did so well. You were really brave.” You smiled at her before sitting back on your haunches and introducing yourself by name. “And what’s your name?”

“Penny.”

“It’s nice to meet you Penny.” Bucky said softly, smiling at her. “I’m Bucky.”

Penny wiped her eyes and when you got up, offering her a hand to help her stand she accepted it. Once on her feet, she kept her hand firmly in yours as you surveyed the area, hoping to find someone who looked like they were searching for her.

“What is the last thing you remember? Were you at a playground or a picnic area? Do you remember anything like that maybe?”

“We were at a fountain.” Penny mused, her index finger on her chin as she thought. “We were taking a break.”

Bucky looked back at you with a smile. “I know where they might be. There’s a big water fountain not far from here. We should start there.”

Penny looked up at you before pulling at your hand. “Can you carry me, pretty please? My knees really hurt.”

“Of course.” You smiled and bent down to pick her up, letting her wrap her arms around you as you set out with Bucky leading the way. “Let’s get you back to your Daddy.”

The three of you walked for about ten minutes, with Penny telling you all about her day and you listening intently, only interrupting her to ask questions to keep her talking. Bucky kept glancing back at you, a soft smile on his face. When you came to the fountain you were immediately greeted by a panicked-looking man that Penny quickly reached out to.

“You found her! Thank you so much!” He exclaimed as he took her into his arms and held her close. “I looked away for five seconds to talk to my wife and when I turned back Penny was gone.”

“I saw a kitty, Daddy.” Penny explained before pointing at her knees. “And I fell and hurt myself. But the nice couple helped me and gave me bandaids.”

“Again, thank you so much.” Her father said with a smile. “I hope you didn’t have to search for us for too long.”

“Not at all. Penny was really smart and told us you were at a fountain.” You explained, taking Bucky’s hand and nodding to him. “And Bucky knew where the fountain was so it was no trouble finding you.”

“But even if it had been, we wouldn’t have minded. There’s no need to thank us.” Bucky explained, squeezing your hand and smiling at the man. “We’ll be on our way then.”

“Have a good rest of your day. And again thank you.”

Penny smiled at the two of you, waving from her father’s arms. “Bye-bye!”

You two waved back at her, said your goodbyes and then left to head back to the car. On the way, your hand migrated from Bucky’s hand to hold onto his biceps. Your head leaned against his shoulder and he turned his head to look at you with a small smile.

“You would be a great mother.”

The longing was back and by now you knew exactly what it meant. And you wondered if he felt the same, given how many references to having children he’d made during the past few days, from speaking about it to Natasha to asking about potential nursery themes with you to flat-out telling you you would be a great mother. The glances he kept sending your way whenever either of you interacted with a child or talked about anything that had to do with child-rearing made you question if he was doing all this on purpose.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” He said and then looked back ahead, a gentle smile spreading across his features. “I cannot wait to have a family with you one day.”

You decided to keep the fact that there was a slim chance that day might come sooner rather than later to yourself for the time being, opting to wait a few more days. Yet, you suspected that you wouldn’t even have to tell him about your worries because by now you were sure that he’d heard all you had said to Natasha. It seemed that Bucky was trying to show you that he’d be ready to raise a child with you. And you were surprised at how happy you were about that slim chance that you might have been pregnant.

“I can’t wait, either.”

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“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing.”

Bucky looked up from where he was putting away the dishes, giving you a confused look. You just leaned against the counter next to him, giving him a warm and thankful smile because now you not only knew what he had been doing but you also had an inkling as to why he’d been doing it.

“What do you mean, Doll?”

“Showing me how good you are with kids, how well prepared you would be for raising a child, talking about how much you want to have a child with me, telling me that I’d be a great mother and always making sure I saw how good you were at everything to do with childcare.” You explained softly, reaching out to take his hand into yours. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“You overheard me talking to Natasha two days ago, didn’t you?”

“How you talked to her about your period being late?” He asked and when you nodded, so did he. “Yes, I overheard it before I came outside.”

“And I assume you thought it meant I might be pregnant.” When he nodded, you gave him a soft smile. “Did you do all of that to show me that you’d be ready to raise a child with me should I be pregnant?”

Bucky nodded and turned to face you fully now, moving so he could take both your hands into his. “I want you to know that should you ever have the suspicion that you’re pregnant you can talk to me and that I’d be willing to step up to be a father in an instant.”

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You said and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before drawing back again. “But we won’t need to worry about that for now. I got my period just after I got out of the shower, so I’m definitely not pregnant.”

Saying it out loud made you feel almost sad or disappointed but you tried your best to overplay these feelings. But Bucky was a very observant person, especially when it came to your emotions, and the frown on his face showed that he’d realised that you weren’t all too happy at the moment.

“Are you happy about it?”

“It would have definitely been a big change and a very sudden, unplanned one at that.”

“That’s not what I asked, Sweetheart. Are you happy about it?”

You swallowed at his question and shook your head. “Not completely, no. I’m obviously happy that nothing unplanned has happened because I know that it-- it would have been a big and sudden change. But these past few days I’ve seen how prepared you truly are for a child and how good you are with children and-- and you got called my baby daddy and you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to us having children. I really started liking the idea of having a child with you, James.”

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Bucky whispered as he heard the sadness in your voice and immediately drew you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You protested through the tears in your voice but you held on to him nonetheless. “I just got so-- so excited about possibly being pregnant but I knew from the start that it was likely not the reason why my period was late.”

“Yes, I heard you talk to Natasha about that, too.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that I felt so excited, so happy and so ready for it.”

Bucky gently drew back from you, mustering your face for a few seconds before he spoke up again. “You feel ready to have a baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded after a small pause before you looked up at him again. “But if you’re not ready then please don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to just to make me happy. I can wait, I promise.”

“Doll, what about the things I did and said in the last days makes you think I’m not also more than ready to have a child with you?”

“You want to try for a child?”

“I think we should try for a baby if we’re both ready.”

“I like that idea.”

You squeaked in surprise when Bucky all but hoisted you onto the counter behind you, capturing your lips in a kiss as he got between your legs to get closer to your body. The kiss deepened as he tipped you back and pulled you closer, and when he pulled back you gave him a breathless laugh.

“For the record, I didn’t ask you to impregnate me right this instant.”

“Then I think some signals got mixed there.” Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. “But if we’re going to try, what’s stopping us from starting now?”

“For one, I’m on my period right now.”

Bucky leaned over to gently kiss your jaw. “If you’re uncomfortable with sleeping with me right now then obviously we’re not going to and I respect that. But if you’re worried that I’ll be uncomfortable, let me just tell you that a little blood doesn’t scare me.”

“I think we can wait a few more days to start trying.” You chuckled softly, running your hand up and down his neck. “There’s no need to be in such a hurry.”

“Of course, Doll. Whatever you want.” Bucky said and drew back to give you a warm smile. “I guess I’m simply excited to start a family with you.”

“I am excited to start a family with you, too.”

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yuta-nakamots · 1 month ago

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Snow Angel - B.Barnes

Pairing - Post-CW Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Genre - fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship!AU

Warnings - negative self-talk, Bucky needs support

Summary - While Bucky heals in Wakanda, you stay by his side, offering him comfort and hope as he fights to believe he’s worthy of a future.

Word Count - 1k

Now Playing: Snow Angel - Renee Rapp

Following the events of Bucky becoming an international fugitive, you and Steve ran with him, keeping him company every step of the way until finding refuge in Wakanda, thanks to the grace of King T’Challa.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Buck?” Steve asked, his voice full of worry. His brows furrowed as he looked between Bucky and the cryostasis chamber.

Bucky gave him a sad smile. “It’s safer this way…” his eyes flitted around the room until they landed on you. “For everyone.”

Filled with hope from the promise of Bucky’s well-being from T’Challa and Shuri, Steve returned to his duties as an Avenger and as Captain America, leaving you to watch after Bucky during his recovery in Wakanda. Day after day, you visited him in Shuri’s lab and spoke to him as if he could hear you, giving him updates on the rest of the team. Steve had broken Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Scott out of the Raft, and they were all on the run.

Scott and Clint had plans to go back to their family, Sam and Wanda wanted to continue operating on their own volition, helping people off the grid. And Steve? He lived the vigilante life he always wanted, doing his own missions quietly. Helping refugees, stopping weapons deals or black-market tech threats. The burner phone he had given you was the only thing keeping you tied to the rest of the world, your main focus being Bucky.

As Shuri worked through his physical and mental inner-workings, occasionally, Bucky was allowed periods outside of cryostasis for consultation regarding his treatment, the first semblance of control he had at reclaiming himself. During those times, he stayed by your side, as if your presence was the only thing reminding him why he was enduring all of this.

On a particularly sunny day, T’Challa had granted you and Bucky a brief moment outside to get some fresh air. The two of you walked side by side until you came upon a small pond at the edge of a forest. You took a seat on a large rock, Bucky finding his spot in between your legs, his head falling against your stomach. Your hands gently carded through his long brown locks, and he leaned into you, his eyes fluttering shut while basking in the warmth, a stark contrast to the cryo chamber.

“Doll, feel the tip of my nose.”

You do as told, one hand sliding down the strong ridge of his nose to the tip. It’s both burning and ice cold. “Bucky, are you okay?” Your finger stayed on his nose until it warmed up a bit under your touch.

“It’s like winter…I’ll make it through.” You look down at him, his eyes still shut, eyelashes bristling gently in the breeze. For a while, the rustling of the foliage surrounding the two of you was the only sound that filled the silence. “Do you ever wish you had gone a different way?”

“What do you mean?” Your hands busied themselves in Bucky’s hair once more, tugging gently at the strands and weaving them together in delicate braids.

“You could be living your life right now, you know.” His voice was steady, but it did nothing to hide his emotional turmoil. “You don’t have to stay with me here, losing time you can’t get back.”

“Bucky,” you began, continuing your motions as you pulled strand after strand into two braids, framing his features. “My life is nothing without you. No time is lost as long as I’m with you. Even if I went back home, I would only be wishing I were here.”

Bucky breathed a heavy sigh, steadying himself before he responded. “You really are an angel, you know that?” You heard the way his tone wavered. “I’ve tried so hard to…to keep myself from hurting others, but it seems like no matter what I do, I end up half alive and twice as weak.”

“Buck…” Your heart broke at his words. He wasn’t one to talk about his emotions. “I wish you saw yourself the way I do. Brave, selfless, worthy-”

“But I’m not. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, running fingers down the thin braids you created. “You deserve all of this and more. You’ll make it through this. We will make it through this,” you tell him, emphasizing your last statement.

“And what’s there for us after everything is over?” Bucky finally opened his eyes, his ocean blue ones staring up into yours.

You hum in thought. “Well, seasons will change, that’s for sure.”

Bucky lightly chuckled, wincing slightly as a hand came up to his temple. “Still defrosting,” he told you, sensing your concern for him. “It’s hard to laugh when it’s hard enough to breathe.” Your hands moved from his hair down to his temples, massaging slow circles. “If I’m being honest, I still don’t really know what they’re doing to me up in there.” He brought his index finger to his forehead, tapping on it twice.

“Shuri’s been trying to decode the programming, trying to find where those words took root and if it’s possible to get them out,” you explain to him, remembering the mental maps she constantly had up on the giant screens.

“Better than nothing, I guess,” Bucky chuffs as your hands float back into his scalp, fingers flexing to apply light pressure while dragging through his hair. “Even if it kills me, at least it means I tried.”

“Hey,” you chide. “We’ll figure this out.” If there was ever a time when Bucky Barnes needed support, you would be the first to arrive and last to leave.

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#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic

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sdv-confessions · 4 months ago

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something yall are not ready for:

if emily was a man, the fandom would treat her kiss in the amethyst cutscene (clint quest) the same way it treats elliot's 10 HEART EVENT. whether or not she kisses you on the cheek or lips wouldn't matter because, if she was a male character, it would be a huge issue amongst people in the fandom like how Elliot's 10 HEART EVENT is often treated as being creepy or scary when 1) you are presumed to be dating and 2) he backs off if you say you're uncomfortable and he feels apologetic about it. ive never seen anyone bring that up. the whole cutscene where she kisses you is just WEIRD. the fandom is very over-critical of the men (im talking about the bachelors specifically, clint deserves it) while being non-critical of the women (excluding caroline i see her catch fades EXCLUSIVELY)

#sdv confessions #emily negative #elliott discourse #clint negative

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

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“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers.

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction.

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing.

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s.

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that.

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.”

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there.

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers.

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

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youngsadlesbian · 4 months ago

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BORN FOR THIS

pairing: natasha romanoff x bucky barnes x daughter!reader

summary: growing up as the daughter of natasha romanoff and bucky barnes, you prove your brilliance and earn your place among the avengers.

a/n: it's been a long time since i wrote anything for buckynat x daughter!reader so here it is.

word count: 914

warnings: just fluffy <3

Being the daughter of two of the world’s most dangerous spies came with a lot of expectations. People assumed you’d be a perfect soldier, a flawless fighter, or maybe an expert in covert operations. But you were none of those things—at least, not in the way they expected.

Your mind was your greatest weapon.

It started with a Hydra firewall.

You were twelve, sitting in the Avengers Tower’s common room, absently hacking into a secure system while eating a bowl of cereal.

Steve, Bucky, and Natasha were sitting nearby, discussing an upcoming mission. They were stuck on a major issue: Hydra had encrypted files that could expose their newest operation, and no one—not even Tony—had been able to break through their security.

"FRIDAY, any progress?" Natasha asked, crossing her arms.

"Negative. Decryption process remains incomplete. Estimated time: seventy-two hours."

Bucky groaned. "We don’t have seventy-two hours."

You looked up from your tablet. "What are you trying to get into?"

"Classified," Natasha said automatically.

You rolled your eyes and turned the screen toward them. "You mean this?"

There was a long silence.

Steve nearly choked on his coffee. "How the hell—?"

Bucky snatched the tablet from your hands. Sure enough, the encrypted Hydra files were right there, already decrypted.

Natasha blinked. "You cracked the encryption?"

You shrugged. "It wasn’t that hard. They used a basic 256-bit cipher. Amateurs."

Tony chose that exact moment to walk in. "Hey, who’s been messing with my—" He froze as he saw what was on the screen. His face went through at least four different emotions before he turned to you, eyes wide. "Wait. Wait, wait. You cracked the Hydra encryption? The one I spent a week trying to get through?"

You nodded. "Yeah, but to be fair, they used a weak key. If you tweak the algorithm to—"

"Okay, nope. I refuse to be shown up by a twelve-year-old," Tony declared. "This is unacceptable."

Steve just stared at you. "How long did it take you?"

You tilted your head, thinking. "Maybe… ten minutes?"

Natasha looked genuinely impressed.

Bucky looked horrified.

Tony groaned. "I hate this. I hate this."

At fourteen, you had another brilliant (but completely ridiculous) idea.

The mission was in Madripoor. The Avengers needed to infiltrate a high-tech facility, but security was tight. No one could get past the biometric scanners without raising alarms.

The team spent hours brainstorming. Then you walked in, half-asleep, holding a bag of chips.

"Why don’t you just trigger a system-wide false alarm first?" you suggested between bites.

Everyone turned to look at you.

You chewed slowly. "I mean… if the whole system freaks out first, no one will notice when you actually break in. Hydra will think it's just another system malfunction."

Silence.

Bruce adjusted his glasses. "Technically, that could work."

"That’s insane," Clint muttered.

"It’s also brilliant," Natasha said.

Tony groaned. "Okay, fine. Let's try the kid’s dumb idea."

It worked.

And no one ever called your ideas dumb again.

By the time you were fifteen, it was clear that you weren’t just "the kid of two super-spies." You were an asset.

So when a mission required an undercover agent who could blend in as an ordinary teenager, you were the perfect candidate.

Natasha was against it.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Nat," Bucky sighed, "she’s the best option."

"She’s fifteen," Natasha snapped.

"She’s also better at this than half the team," Tony added. "I mean, let’s be real, she’s already saved our asses multiple times."

You sat there, watching as your parents debated your fate.

Finally, you crossed your arms. "You do realize I’m in the room, right?"

Natasha sighed, rubbing her temples. "You’re not ready for this."

You met her gaze, unwavering. "Yes, I am."

She studied you for a long moment. Then, finally, she nodded. "Fine. But if anything happens to you—"

Bucky cut in. "—we’ll burn the whole damn place down."

That was the only reassurance they needed.

The mission went too well.

You slipped in undetected, blending in as just another teenager at an elite school. You befriended the target’s daughter, gained access to restricted areas, and managed to get crucial intel without setting off a single alarm.

Everything was fine—until it wasn’t.

The second Hydra caught wind of an intruder, all hell broke loose.

Gunfire. Alarms. Agents swarming the building.

You could hear Natasha’s panicked voice over the comms. "Where is she?"

You didn’t have time to respond. You were already running.

A Hydra agent lunged at you, but you were faster. You ducked, disarmed him, and took him down before he could blink.

Natasha and Bucky reached you just in time to see it.

You turned to them, slightly out of breath. "Hi."

Natasha’s eyes flickered to the unconscious agent. "Did you—?"

"Yeah."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Bucky grinned. "That’s my girl."

Natasha sighed. "God help us all."

But you caught the tiny smirk she tried to hide.

After the mission, things changed.

No one treated you like a kid anymore. Not even Tony.

You had a seat at the table. You had a voice in the room. You were an Avenger.

And as you sat there, watching Natasha and Bucky exchange knowing glances, you realized—

This was where you were meant to be.

#bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #buckynat x reader #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x reader #avengers #mcu #marvel

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 year ago

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How You and I Became We

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Light mentions of the red room, Natasha having PTSD, a lot of tooth rotting fluff of reader helping Nat through things and being her rock

Word count: 885

A/N: I felt bad for making Nat the bad guy and had to make up for it. So here she is, being baby and soft.

You met Natasha after she defected from Russia, claiming she wanted to do better and be better. Fury assigned her to you and Barton. Field missions she'd head out with Clint then report back to you.

Slowly you learned things about Natasha especially since you two shared an apartment. Fury had asked if you could take her in since she had nowhere to go and it would take her a bit to save up for her own place.

It was your first night together when you learned about her need to handcuff herself to the bed. You tried to reassure her that she didn't need that and she assured you that she did.

You compromised with her by holding her wrist through the night. You got little sleep that whole first week, but you'd slept worse before.

Slowly you were able to let go of your grip until she didn't need it anymore though you found her still seeking out your touch to help her fall asleep, it usually became your hands intertwined and eventually you'd start waking up with more than just your hands intertwined.

Over time you had learned Natasha's habits and you find her seeking out your office for its comforting atmosphere. The soft yellow lights, soft lofi music, comfy couches, and snuggly blankets. She'd come in quietly, if your desk hadn't faced the door you probably wouldn't even know she'd slipped in as she grabbed a blanket, wrapping herself up and laying down.

She'd start talking in Russian assuming you didn't understand, but you knew several languages. She'd complain about various things, especially the red room. You had learned a lot from her file that Fury gave you and you knew about the Red Room and the horrible things that had gone on there. Natasha only confirmed them as she spoke in Russian.

“Krasnaya komnata isportila vsyu moyu zhizn'. U menya v bukhgalterskoy knige stol'ko krasnogo, i ya ne znayu, smogu li ya kogda-nibud' eto ispravit'... YA ne ponimayu, pochemu ty tak dobr ko mne…(The red room fucked with my whole life over. I've got so much red in my ledger and I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix it...I don't understand why you're so nice to me…)”

You looked up from your paperwork. She wasn't looking at you, just staring off, as she tugged on a loose string of the blanket. You had heard her say a lot of negative things since you had met, but she had never brought you into it so you figured it was time,

“YA dobr k tebe, potomu chto ty mne nravish'sya, Natal'ya. YA dumayu, ty khoroshiy chelovek. Prosto potomu, chto oni kontrolirovali vas tak, kak oni eto delali, vy reshili uyti, chtoby stat' luchshe, potomu chto vy luchshe. To, cherez chto oni zastavili vas proyti, bylo obuslovleno vami, no eto ne znachit, chto eto vy. (I'm nice to you because I like you Natalia. I think you're a good person. Just because they controlled you the way they did it was your decision to leave, to be better because you are better. What they put you through was conditioned into you it doesn't mean it is you.)” you leaned back in your chair, she shot up, blanket falling off of her.

“You can speak Russian?” Her voice wavered as you nodded.

“The whole time?”

“Yes. I didn't want you to stop venting, but I don't want you questioning why I'm nice to you. It's not because I have to be. It's because I want to be. I actually genuinely like you Natalia.” You stood up, making your way around your desk until you were in front of her. She stood a few inches taller than you as you looked up into her striking green eyes.

“Why…?” You shrug.

“Why do we like anything? Or anyone for that matter? Emotions are weird and complicated, but that's okay because there doesn't have to be some big hidden meaning behind why I like you. Do you like me?” Natasha nods, making you smile and slowly reach out for her hand, she allows you to intertwine your fingers. “Then that's all that matters, don't you think?” She looks away and down and everywhere, but at you until you take your other hand and gently cup her cheek which brings her attention back to you. “It's okay to feel this way Tasha. No one is going to stop you, especially not me.” You barely had time to blink before her lips pressed against yours softly.

You let your hand move to the back of her head so she couldn't pull back too quickly as you kissed back, letting your lips dance for the first time.

You let her go, pulling back only to have her chase your lips, gripping your cheeks and pulling you back in as you fall against the couch, her now straddling your lap as she kisses you with a fever like she's suddenly addicted to you and can't get enough until you both need air. Breathing heavily, feeling her hot breath against your face. You grip her hips pulling her closer.

“I do hope that you don't leave me all hot and bothered with just your kisses.” You breathe out, kissing her jaw and neck.

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

#ley speaks #ley drabbles #ley writes #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanoff fluff

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resident-idiot-simp · 2 months ago

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More Eldritch horror Deadclaws because of the time ripper

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Ft: @orcadork4ever

The TVA wants them for tests constantly and they have to eventually call it because it's setting of PTSD

(The TVA still constantly ask)

I feel this also makes them even more of cryptids for everyone in New York and especially the heroes/vigilantes/underground

Clint and Natasha come back to the tower spooked because they saw the two of them chatting an a roof looking like they were melting into one another and they swear their eyes were glowing

Peter who knew Wade because is also kinda freaking out because his Spidey sense won't stop going off around them. He corners Clint and Natasha to ask about it. They had no idea he knew Wade obviously but he's willing to reveal that for answers if they have any

Peter is getting asked by anyone which a pulse what the hell is happening.

PETER DOESN'T KNOW AND DOESN'T LIKE IT

Od: Wade nearly cries when he finds out that suddenly Peter’s spidey sense is freaking out around them. Invites him over for a Lego and Star Wars and homemade pizza night because he hopes that if he’s around for an extended period of time his spidey sense will calm down and catch up with his rational mind

It definitely helps but it never truly goes away and it always gets worse the closer Wade and Logan are. It's insane and Peter wants desperately to do tests of his own.

Peter is pretty much in charge of informing everyone of what he knows. No one takes it well. Matt informs him the vibes are so off.

Moonknight declares it crazier then him

The underworld is trying to either run or negotiate

The other wide spread powered people deside they want even less to do with Deadpool then before

Od:

They let Peter do tests because he’s coming from a place of genuine curiosity and want for knowledge and… it’s Peter. If they have to spend a few days in Stark’s lab? Not ideal. But Peter’s talking a mile a minute with theories and ideas and his eyes are bright and they’re just sitting there eating all of Stark’s food.

The only people they let near them with a needle are Peter and Hank.

Bruce and Tony can help too, I guess because yeah, they’re geniuses too and more brains to bounce off can’t hurt

Me:

Peter coming into the tower, "Mr. Stark can I bring Deadpool and Wolverine to the labs tomorrow to run tests?"

Tony: sure

Peter: NICE goes to walk off

Tony: ... WAIT ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Od: The only person they trust and go to for check ups and all things medical is Hank

Tony finds out no Peter wasn't kidding and yes he was genuinely asking because he wanted explanations for the Eldritch horror stuff that's going on right now.

Tony is befuddled because he thought it was all a joke.

Peter informs him no it is very much not and something is very much not right.

Tony inquiries what exactly happened and why did it lead to this thing

Peter just shrugs and admits they may have held reality together.

Od: Peter: They kind of… combinedmatterandantimatterwiththeirbodiesactingasaconduit

Tony is fascinated immediately

"Ok honestly you have my interest has anyone else tested this stuff?"

Peter shrugs, "Yes but they didn't find anything and they had to call it off because they started have PTSD attacks. Turns out being government experiments has negative side effects, who knew?"

Tony just blinks for a moment, "But they'll let you?"

Peter nods, "Wade trusts me and if Wade trusts me Logan will trust me.”

Od:

“They said you and Bruce can be there and help too. But Wade said, quote, ‘but Stark is paying to feed our asses and if he thought your appetite was something, he’s in for a fucking black hole surprise’ end quote.”

“Also, we don’t have ulterior motives for studying them. Shady inter dimensional time cops do.”

Me:"Please tell my you didn't say shady inter dimensional time cops." Tony asked

Peter smiled, "Do you want me to lie?"

"Oh my God what the hell did they get themselves into??"

"A lot of stuff so I hear."

The next day Peter drags in two men in regular clothing and Tony realizes they never told anyone else about this

They manage to get them in the lab with little issue despite the alarm but Peter ever the favorite soothes the concen.

Logan and Wade are just chilling while they get set up (and Bruce gets dragged in)

Tony is honestly surprised at the lack of...mayhem Wade isn't anything like he was expecting. Did he was some loose screws? Yes. But he wasn't clinical insane like he had been lead to believe.

Logan was something else too. Quiet but sharp and snarky. When he spoke it had bite behind it and couldn't be ignored. He also spoke with easy authority that was almost impossible to ignore. Tony wounded where it came from.

Logan also just seemed differnt in a way distinctly inhumane. Tony had never really understood the classifications of mutants but just existing around Logan made it make a lot more sense.

There was something off about them in general. An aura of not right, a static buzz almost

Tony gets all the scanners he has and uses them. The whole time the two men just go along with it. They obviously are convinced this will go nowhere and with the track record so far it's a fair assumption.

After a while Tony ends up requesting the story of what exactly happened. The give it and honestly Tony doesn't know how to feel. The idea these two just saved the multiverse is something he didn't think he's have to reckon with.

They also learn throughout this process that Logan has started picking up Wade's...les desirable traits. And if it wasn't for the nonsense attitude Logan had Tony would write him off as a nut case

The scary part means he logical conclusion is Wade isn't insane....which is not something anyone is too keen to accept.

The scans show things sure but it's practically indecipherable. Energy that just cannot be placed almost like an abundance of something and absolute absence at one time

It's fascinating to see how the energy ebbed and flowed and then came alive the closer they got. Then the shock when the two touched as the matter and nothingness restabilized

The matter and lack there off would grow slowly restless as they two men stayed apart. The men also seemed to drift together unintentionally. When it was pointed out they would startle and honestly the scientists had no idea what to make of it

Od: "Just... doesn't feel right being apart from 'im. Don't know what else to tell you, bub.”

Tony is pleasantly surprised by the twos relationship. He had heard they were a thing but seeing it...well it wasn't what he expected.

They were touchy seemingly never breaking contact and Tony had to wonder how much of it was the supposed matter and antimatter and how much was just them. He wonders if the relationship would have evolved how it did if it wasn't for the stuff as well.

But beyond that they act like an old married couple. Bickering and bitching constantly Logan was either growling at the man in annoyance or purring in delight. Tony wanted to study him terribly he'd never had a mutant in his lab and he had so many questions.

They mentioned other as well other mutants and friends and their daughter, DAUGHTER! THEY HAD A KID

Bruce has been the one to hesitantly aso about their mutations. Logan had explained his without fuss, he had a healing factor it was the main thing despite the claws because what he was known for. He explained how his claws worked and unsheathed them so the others could have a look. He explained his hightened sense and animal instincts, he showed off his fangs all while Wade watched looking like a loce sick fool.

Wade's was much more straightforward he was a mutate 'it's different' from Logan's DNA. He has the same healing factor and it might even be better because of the cancer.

Cancer he had cancer terminal cancer that ate him alive and would for ever.

It was eye-opening

A few hours later and they called lunch.

Wade was chatting excitedly with Peter while Logan kept a hand on the back of his neck seemingly trying to keep him relatively calm.

They got a lot of stares once they were on the main floor. Clint and Natasha were looking pretty unsure and Steve was just squinting at Logan. Tony and Bruce were still asking questions some of which were answered others shrugged off.

Od:

Peter asks if maybe Laura can come join them so they have a baseline to compare at least Logan to.

“Pretty sure Mini’s actually around in the city today. Said she was gonna be shopping with Yukio and Nega,” Wade said, talking around a handful of grapes. “Logie Bear, wanna see if Mini wants to come over for a long weekend and play hooky?”

Me:

Logan perked up as soon as Laura was mentioned. If he has a tail it would for sure be wagging.

"Wait why baseline she wouldn't really be a baseline she's a whole other person." Tony argued.

Peter and Wade were shaking their heads however, "No no it's a whole thing she's his clone." Peter informed him.

Bruce and Tony blinked, "I'm sorry?" Bruce asked.

Logan was already calling her as Peter and Wade tried to explain the situation to not much success.

Od:

“Basically, big bad shady dicks wanted a living weapon they could control since, spoiler, y’can’t really control our Honey Badger. So they made a bunch of kids and raised them in a lab in Mexico. This Universe’s Logan got her out in the future but died in the process. The wonderful Wolvie before you is from a different universe because OG Logan was this universe’s anchor being but now we’re co-anchor beings. Laura was cntrl+alt+delete-ed by the TVAssholes and was chucked in the void but part of us being anchors now was asking for her to come back so now she goes to Xavier’s but stays with us on the weekends.” Wade finished with jazz hands.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. “What he said.”

Me:

No one understood a word.

Wade went back to mooning over the other man, "God the DILF really adds to the fuckability of him doesn't it? Seeing him with kids??? God..."

Tony blinks hard at that and desides he doesn't want to touch it with a 10ft pole. A few hours later now back in the labs FRIDAY informs him Laura has arrived.

When she walks in Tony and Bruce blink hard because....yeah clone is an apt discriptor. She's near identical to Logan besides the touch of latina.

Logan is purring immediately and is there beside her in a moment. He gives her a hug and kiss on the head. They rub their faces together like cats.

Tony kinda almost gets where Wade was coming from. Seeing Pepper like this with Morgan definitely has him feeling a bit love sick.

Wade is there a moment later grabbing her up into a hug of his own while Laura laughs and rubs her face against him. Wade plants an obnoxious kiss in her forehead before releasing her.

Logan is looking at them with the softest expression they'd seen on his face yet. It seems Wade wasn't the only one who had feelings about their partner with their kid

Laura once she escapes the two man raises an eyebrow at Peter with her hands on her hips, "Parker you have been ignoring my texts." She sniffs.

Peter blinks at her with big guilty eyes, "Oh I forgot I lost my phone I had to get a new one with a new number." Peter is pulling out his new phone.

Laura just sighs and goes over to him to type in her number again. Logan and Wade watch ammused.

Tony is mesmerized by her he had yet to meet anyone who could cowl Peter so easily. Laura was a force of nature a mix of both her father's personalities and just a bit more spunk. Tony loved her already

Peter was right about her being a good baseline. He was for all intense and purposes identical to Logan and it really put into perspective just how...off they were

The abundance of something and nothingness that were intertwined with every part of them. While testing on Laura Bruce and Tony saw it for the first time.

Logan and Wade were sitting on a couch watching intently (Laura too had been a lab rat). It looked like they were melting together out of the corner of Bruce's eye and when Bruce turned to look nothing was off.

Peter had pointed excitedly "YOU SAW IT!!!" Tony pauses, "Saw what?" He asked suspiciously.

"The eldritch like shit." Peter said excitedly. Bruce nodded hesitantly, "I- yeah...the two of you were.... melting together."

Wade and Logan shrugs, "Yeah we get that a lot." Wade agrees. Logan muffles a laugh into Wade's shoulder

It's a few more hours of testing before they call it a night. The three of them are given bedrooms and left to go rest.

Tony and Bruce are still in the lad trying to make sense of literally anything that's going on. It's not working it doesn't make sense.

Peter is there too because he knows the most about the situation. But still it really does seem helpless. Wade and Logan are anomalies

Logan and Wade truly don't care this is just how it is now and they've never been happier.

It's everyone else that's all worked up about it.

Od: They live by ‘it is what it is’

Yes but also I like the idea of It's just right in some weird Eldritch way. The multiverse itself is in them they are one and they also probably saw infinity and just how correct the pairing of them two was. This is was was supposed to happen and if your questioning it you're actually weird. Because it's just....meant to be

Laura is the first in the lab the next morning and is immediately asked a million questions. She answers them but squints dubiously at them because she isn't sure why people care so much about her dad's

Sure it's weird, sure it's a bit spooky but nothing has really changed besides them being happier. (This is why people go to Peter instead because she acts like people are insane when they ask her about it)

"Wait so your saying it painful for them to be apart?" Tony asked

Laura blinks at him, "Yeah and they didn't even realize why until Nessa pointed it out."

"Who is Nessa?" Bruce asked curiously.

Laura smiles, "Pop's ex fiance. She's great she's pretty much my aunt."

Tony blinked at her, "Someone else put up with Wade?" He sounded dubious

Laura slapped a hand down on the table, "THAT'S WHAT I WAS ASKING!”

(thinking about making this a fic)

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incorrect-marvel-because-why-not · 4 months ago

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Clint: If anyone ever tells you that you put too much parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them

Clint: You don't need that kind of negativity in your life

#clint is no longer speaking with T'Challa #marvel #marvel mcu #incorrect quotes #clint barton #marvel comics #avengers assemble cartoon #hawkeye #the avengers #avengers family #avengers earth's mightiest heroes

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rebeliz7 · 2 years ago

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HER

Request: Natasha Romanoff mile-high club on the Quinjet?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Agent!Reader

…

“You’ve never? Really?” Your question hangs in the air for a couple of seconds, before Natasha shakes her head in a negative way.

You observe her quietly, the stupidly attractive smirk on her lips distracting you as she tries her best to keep the upper hand in this particular exchange.

She knows how to work her better assets, you’d give her that.

“You want to?” You ask her playfully, and her smirk turns devilish. Almost too distracting for you to concentrate on anything beside her lips, or how incredibly attractive she is.

You’re on the jet, flying on your way to Clint’s farm for his wife’s birthday party and you’re already running a little late since you were left behind by your teammates. Natasha’s the only one who stayed to wait for you to finish your hair.

“Want to, what?” She retorts, her voice a deep throaty thing that sends inexplicable shivers down your back. She’s good, very good.

“Join the mile-high club.” You shrug and watch as she almost looks away from you, but she’s not really the type of woman that shies away from this type of talk now, is she?

She clicks her tongue and raises her eyebrows, her fingers picking at the leather of the armrest of her seat, a clear sign that this conversation is slightly out of her comfort zone.

But you know that she’s letting you see this. You are under no pretense here, this is the Black Widow you’re talking to and you haven’t forgotten that.

“You have, then?” She asks back and you shrug your shoulders delicately, it’s not that big of a deal for you.

Your life as a spy has taken you to a lot of places, you’ve met many people and you’ve slept with a fair share of your targets in a lot more interesting places than a plane.

“Who hasn’t?” You smile, teasing her, and she chuckles lightly. “You’re missing out, Romanoff.”

“On joining the mile-high club, or sleeping with you?” She asks, her eyes locking you in but you’re ready for this question and you lean in a little closer to answer it.

“Both.” You tell her, you voice only above a whisper and she takes a deep breath.

“Someone thinks very highly of themselves.” She teases you but there is real hesitance behind her words.

“No one’s ever complained.” You shrug again and she actually laughs at that, and the sound of her laughter makes you smile in return.

She doesn’t laugh very often, she’s quite a reserved individual almost all the time and you get it, you’d be too if you allowed yourself to remember all the things you’ve done and that’s been done to you in your line of work.

Natasha works differently from you in that aspect, she chose to accept and atone for her sins, while you are still just trying to keep going without the weight of your actions crashing you down, or drive you mad.

You are willing to do good and you don’t expect anything in return for it. That’s all. You’re not here because you want to clean your slate, that’s not how you operate. What’s done is done and you’ll have what you have when you have it. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Are you serious?” She suddenly asks and you shrug again.

“I’m messing with you.” You assure her and she raises a single eyebrow in a silent question. “Don’t get me wrong. All that flirting is one hundred percent real. I do like you and I wouldn’t exactly say no to help you join the mile-high club.”

“Ass.” She slaps your arm in jest and you laugh.

“You are very doable, Romanoff.” You laugh again and she slaps your arm again in jest. “I wouldn’t mind tapping that.”

You’re joking, well, mostly. You do like her and you have been flirting with her a lot, but that’s mostly because she flirts right back and her quick wit is something that you’ve come to sincerely enjoy.

You and her have a lot in common though. You were both taken as children by the wrong people, forced to become what you are and done more damage than good in this world.

You are not someone who wants a relationship because you were taught to never let your guard down, never trust, never look back. Neither one of you talk about your pasts, but you are almost certain that she’s not the relationship kind of woman either.

When she slips out of her seat and straddles you with the grace of a ballerina in yours, you’re not truly surprised. That’s exactly what you’d have done if someone was teasing you like this.

“You talk a lot.” She tells you, her hands on your cheek and collarbone.

“I thought you liked it.” You smile at her as you settle your hands on her thighs where her green dress has ridden dangerously up.

She doesn’t have a quick reply for that, at least not one that involves words.

Her lips are far softer than you imagined but she kisses exactly like you hoped she would, fully and without a trace of doubt.

You kiss her right back, your hands instantly moving to grab a handful of her ass and pull her impossibly closer to you.

“You’re gonna wrinkle my dress.” She gasps against your lips, but there’s that devilish smirk on her lips that tells you that she doesn’t really care.

“You can punish me for it if you’d like.” You tell her and when she kisses you next she makes sure to bite your lower lip in revenge.

It goes rather fast after that bite. Maybe you’ve been building up to this for the last year and a half since you joined the Avengers, and began to flirt relentlessly with her, or maybe it's the challenge that you presented her with that’s making it go like this.

Whatever the reason, you’re actually enjoying quite a bit.

“You’re gonna leave a mark.” You tell her when she sucks on your neck hard enough to hurt.

“It’s cute that you thought I wouldn’t.” She says and the sound of her voice makes you want to growl in return, but luckily you manage to tame that particular desire.

“Fuck, I want to hear you moan.” The words are out of your mouth before you can fully process them in your brain, and she chuckles close to your ear as you finally push her panties aside and thrust two of your fingers inside of her without a warning.

She moans, loudly.

But God! She’s so wet that your fingers slip inside her without an ounce of resistance and she’s so warm that the thought of doing this again suddenly showers your mind with pictures of taking her in a bed--in a kitchen counter--in a pool--in the damn meeting lounge.

“Yeah, just like that.” It’s your turn to smirk, but her arms are wrapped around you so tightly that you can’t see the expression on her face.

She does thrust her hips against your hand and you feel her trembling around your still fingers though.

She doesn’t beg, even though you can practically hear her pleas in the way her hips move involuntarily, and her breath keeps catching.

“All talk. I knew it.” She says against your ear, her voice throaty and breathless, and you’re pulsating between your legs just by hearing it.

“Look at me.” You ask her and she leans back slowly, her cunt tightening around your fingers as she moves until you can see her face and her smudged lipstick, and the pretty blush that’s covering her cheeks and chest.

God, she paints such a pretty fucking picture. “You’re gorgeous, Romanoff.”

“Yeah?” She asks, her chin trembles as she licks her lips, her hips thrusting softly against your fingers as she tries to fuck herself on them when you continue to deny her. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“You own a mirror, don’t you?” You tell her and she moans when you curl your fingers inside of her as a warning.

You want her, not the person that she is with her targets.

“Would you just fuck me already?” She practically growls in your face before kissing you hard. You want to tease her some more, point out who desperate she is to be fucked in this seat, but instead you just do exactly as she demands.

You grab a hold of her throat as you begin to fuck her with your fingers, hard and fast.

She takes a hold of your dress with her fists, her eyes locked on yours as you thrust in and out of her with possessive force.

It’s an uncomfortable position to be doing this in, but you manage to pull down the straps of her dress and free her breasts so you can suck on her nipples as she buries her hands on your hair.

You can feel when she’s close and she wraps her arms around you when her walls begin to tighten. You use both of your hands then, your mouth on her neck and just when she’s about to come you add another finger inside of her, and she not only moans but she screams your name when she orgasms.

You wrap your arm around her waist as she holds onto you with trembling hands.

“You messed up my hair.” You tell her, and she raises her head from your shoulder to study the damage.

“It’s fine.” She says and she actually whines when you pull your fingers free.

She hands you a paper towel to clean your hand with and you’re only a bit disappointed that that didn’t lead to some fantasy inducing licking, but you still smile up at her anyway.

“Now everyone will know what we’ve been up to.” You tell her and she cracks a smile that you haven’t seen before on her lips, one that makes you take a pause and just watch her.

She really is beautiful, and you wouldn’t exactly mind doing this again.

“Oh, they’ll be so jealous.” She jokes as you help her with the straps of her dress and she combs your hair back with her fingers in return. Your hair is a goner though, there’s no fixing it now.

“Welcome to the mile-high club, Miss Romanoff.” You say and she cups your face with her hands, as a look that you also haven’t seen before crosses her features.

Maybe she’s seeing you for the first time, it certainly feels like it.

“I’ll return the favor some other time. We’re about to land.” She says, and then stands up from your lap and you give her a light shrug.

“Fine with me.”

“Now try and not look at me while I walk away.” She says, but before she can do that you grab a hold of her arm and pull her down for a kiss.

She moans into your mouth and you think that you do too, but God! If there comes a day when you really do become an addict to anything you think that this might be it. Her.

You tell yourself that you won’t look at her walk away, but the second she’s walking your eyes are glued to her body, and you catch the light smirk she throws your way above her shoulder just before she enters the bathroom.

You smile to yourself.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #black widow imagine

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