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Title: The Oversight [Part 6/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 6237

Warnings: SMUT UNDER 18 DNI, oral (r recieving), Dom/sub dynamic, slight mommy kink if you squint, fingering (r recieving), and horrible grammar

[A/n: This took literally all day because I hadn't started it until this morning, and it's now 12am. Good thing it's -15 degrees outside and I physically cannot leave my home. I haven't written Nat smut... ever. Go easy on me.]

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Natasha Romanoff knew how to handle a gun. She tested its weight; the mix of metal and plastic was familiar to her as lungs were to breathe. As ocean was to water, as sky was to rolling thunder. Handling a gun, especially while loaded, was a delicate process. She’d stroke the trigger, ghost her fingers over the barrel and expertly tease the weapon into doing exactly what she wanted.

Natasha Romanoff was not one to do anything without calculation, not one to do something without complete control. But, the soft noises that escaped your throat as she nipped across your jawline and licked over the burning bites to soothe the smallest bit of pain made her stop thinking. Stop calculating. It threatened to take her control.

Your back was up against the cool mahogany of her bedroom door. You’d barely gotten a chance to close it before her hands were all over you, and that floral scent invaded your lungs. You were frantic to pull her as close as possible, to feel her body fully against yours. You needed Natasha Romanoff more than you needed life itself. You needed her inside of you.

She seemed just as beside herself. Her nails ran up and down your sides, brushing against the exposed skin that the slit in that beautiful emerald dress provided. You were enamored with it earlier in the night. Now you were grateful for all the exposed parts of you, the hot touches and breathless kisses.

“So needy, malyshka” Natasha whispered between kisses. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?”

Yes. You wanted that more than you could vocalize. Instead, you let out a groan that was muffled by her lips against yours. You understood the irony, feeling so safe with a woman who was one of the most feared within the city.

She reminded you in a gentle growl “words, baby, use your words.”

“Please, I need you.”

Natasha didn’t need another green light. She hauled you into her arms in a feat of strength, backing you onto the bed. The sheets were cool against your bare legs. The last time you’d been in this bed, you were in much worse shape. You preferred this, coming undone with Natasha’s wandering hands and damp kisses.

You hungrily pushed her jacket from her shoulders, brushing the pads of your fingers over her defined muscles. She smiled against your lips, throwing the expensive garment to the floor. You made quick work of the buttons down the front of her waistcoat, barely exposing the curve of her chest before her fingers reached up and grabbed yours.

“You’re far too clothed, darling.”

The objection was soft, and you were quick to comply when she pulled the dress up to expose your thighs. You lifted your hips and she moved the dress the rest of the way over your head, tossing it to the side. Her eyes raked hungrily over your dips and curves, hands caressing your sides, watching as your pulled air in and let it out in excitement.

“You knew this was going to happen?” Natasha said with a wolfish smile as she took in the lacy bra and panties that you wore.

“Hoped, really.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Do I need one?”

Her smile widened as she expertly slid the buttons from their proper place and pulled her waistcoat off. You were met with tanned skin, with a toned stomach and breasts that you itched to palm. She started to kiss along your neckline, down your chest, and the very start of your stomach. Expertly, she unhooked your own bra, tossing it in the same direction as your dress.

Natasha bit and sucked in the right places and your back arched in eager response. It distracted you from her wandering hands. You shuddered as she pushed past the elastic of your underwear, she brushed her finger up the length of your slit, and a breath got stuck in your throat.

“So wet already, just from a little teasing.”

“Natasha,” You moaned her name.

You squirmed as her touch moved lower, she kissed along your waistline, moved your underwear down your legs until you were fully exposed to her. She let out a content breath that was hot against your center, you fought the urge to press against her.

“Zaychik, I have a few rules,”

“Anything, just… anything.”

She kissed against your thighs, ever so close to you. It was driving you nuts, and while you trusted Natasha with your life, with your sanity, it was you who was struggling with control. You craved her touch and then resented how much you relied on it. You had never wanted anything more in your life.

“You belong to me. And that means, you can only cum when I give you permission.” You whined under her soft ministrations, bucking your hips forward. She bit hard against the expanse of your skin, enough to bruise. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, yes. Clear. Crystal. Baby please.”

Natasha hummed against you. “Good girl.”

Your cheeks heated at the positive reinforcement and your fingers curled into the expensive sheets. A gasp escaped you when her tongue met your folds. She licked expertly across the length of your center and an entirely pornographic noise left your throat when she stopped at your clit, sucking softly.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, pounding against your ribs in a perfect rhythm. Natasha slid a singular finger into you. It was painfully slow, and far from enough to fill you up. You resisted the urge to grind further into her. Another finger, another soft noise.

A combination of her quick movements and attention mouth brought you close to the edge embarrassingly fast. You had thought of this moment for months, how skilled she was, how your naked body would be writhing under her touch exactly as it was now.

When Natasha added a third finger, your mind started to grow foggy. You had known for awhile that you would do anything for her. It wasn’t a feeling that you shied away from in the slightest. Excitement was building in your core, breath coming quicker, sweat slicking against every inch of your body.

“Remember your manners, baby girl.” Natasha’s words vibrated against your core, making your squirm. “Not until I say.”

Her fingers curled inside of you, your walls tightening expertly around her. It took everything in you not to give in to her. There was an impossible pressure building inside of you. You gasped in as much air as you could muster.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” the answer came without hesitation. “Only you,”

“That’s right. You’re all mine, my little toy.”

Her words only worked you up more. You wanted to take care of her, wanted to worship her. You’d do anything she commanded. The word slipped past your lips without a second thought. She was working so hard to undo you. “Natasha… mommy”

Natasha let out a moan at the title, her pace increasing. She returned her hot mouth to your clit, circled it with your tongue expertly. She mumbled against you, words vibrating. “You can cum, princess.”

She didn’t’ have to tell you twice. You tightened around her fingers, arching off the bed as pure extasy washed over you. You clenched every part of your body, groaning into the crook of your arm to muffle the noise. Pleasure rolled over you, through the pit of your stomach.

Her mouth continued to work throughout the lingering pressure of your orgasm, threatening to build to another one. Natasha pulled her fingers from you with a wet noise. She breathlessly moved herself next to you, kissing your neck, your jawline. Natasha pressed her fingers against your lips, and you were eager and ready to accept them.

You could taste yourself on her, sucking them as she nipped at your earlobe. She whispered, feeling hot against your skin. “Such a good whore, so willing and ready to suck anything. Take anything. I can’t wait to give you a strap.”

Your heart began to race at the thought, and she smiled against you, clear that she could feel the increase of the rhythm from your closeness. Natasha removed her fingers, she kissed you hard, and you kissed her back with just as much passion, pulling away slightly to stifle a yawn.

“Tired already, Zaychik?”

You chuckled “you wear me out. Though, I’m not too worn out to make you feel good.”

“Mm, you’ve already made me feel good. I think we should get some sleep.”

You wanted to fight her on it, body still trembling from the rolling orgasm she had given you. But exhaustion was fighting too and Natasha readjusted you both until you were settled gently into the crook of her neck, one arm lazily over her midsection. She was gentle and attentive with her movements. Brushing strands of your hair behind your ear. Who knew Natasha Romanoff was a cuddler?

A spring storm had taken full effect by the time you had crossed back into the city, but it seemed that nothing could dampen your mood. The clouds that formed in dark clusters and released sheets of rain were something of beauty, not despair. The day was still warm, the breeze cold to cut through the sweat that formed on your brow. You’d cracked the window, allowing stray drops to cool your skin.

You stopped by the mailbox on the bottom floor, wiggling the smallest key on your ring into the lock until it opened. You barely checked the mail and it was stuffed full of coupons, advertisements, and the occasional statement from Veronica’s after-school daycare.

You tucked the papers under your arm and started the long ascent to your floor. You avoided the nails that stuck up through cheap wood. The spots in the carpet that had been soaked through with water damage. None of it seemed to bother you.

“Good morning, Miss Baxter.” You mumbled to the older woman who always perched in front of her door in a busted lawn chair. She had a perfect view of her neighbor across the hall. Her little, crusty white dog barked in morse code at you.

“What’s so good about it? Raining buckets and everything in this godforsaken place leaks.”

“Well, I suppose that’s where the buckets would come in handy.”

She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat but you were already a good portion of the way up the final flight of stairs. You pressed your shoulder tactfully against your apartment door pushing it open before you threw the mail on the table and flicked on the kitchen light. The air conditioning chilled you to the bone, drying the damp spots on your clothes.

There was a click in the far side of the room, one that was unfamiliar from the ticking of the air unit, or the settling of an old building. You were used to those noises. This was entirely too human for your liking, so you drew your gun in a fluid movement, much like the other night.

Without hesitation, flicking off the safety and aiming.

Darcy was sitting in the beaten recliner in the corner. There was an upturned book on the side of the chair. You weren’t sure how long she had been sitting there, but from the bags under her eyes, the way her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, you knew it had been awhile.

You instantly lowered the weapon, hands suddenly shaking. “Darcy, what are you-?”

“I… I knew that something was up these last few months. I thought you had started seeing someone, a regular at the diner, or, or God forbid the dude who works behind the grill. But when I went to the diner you weren’t even there. They said you hadn’t been there for months. And can you please put that thing away?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry” your words were pinched as you rebolstered your weapon. “I can explain.”

“Can you?” She stood, closing the distance between you both now that there wasn’t a loaded gun in the middle. You straightened up, heart pounding haplessly in your chest. “Because Monica Rambeau came up to me at work the other day and told me that you were lying. She… she wouldn’t tell me what, just that you weren’t being truthful, and I defended you, y/n.

“I defended you because you’re my best friend. You have been for years. I’ve stood by you through everything. Through meeting Ronnie’s father, and getting pregnant and comforting you when he left you- because he did leave both of you!”

“Darcy,”

“No. Let me finish. Let me finish. I’ve been here for you every step of the way. Every single step and the only thing that I’ve ever expected from you is honesty. Don’t you think I deserve that? Don’t you think Ronnie deserves that?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching her carefully as she caught her breath, and her bearings. You had only seen Darcy this angry once, and it had been years ago. Sophomore year of high school when her parents decided to split, and her father tried to get her to move to Washington state with him.

She fought and fought because they waited until the last minute to tell her. They weren’t truthful, and you hadn’t been truthful either. More importantly, in both situations, she had been right.

“The y/n I know, can’t draw a gun like that, and doesn’t come home covered in bruises, and doesn’t flinch into action at every little noise. The y/n I know wouldn’t have lied to me in the first place. So, what is going on?”

“Can we… sit?”

You didn’t entirely trust the strength of your legs right now. Parts of you were sore, you had realized that as you climbed the stairs. You could feel them trembling now and fought the urge to curl up on the carpet that was right under your feet.

“I’m fine standing.”

“A drink, then? It’s uh, it’s five somewhere, right?”

“y/n.”

“Right, yes. I know.”

And you did know, but only to a certain extent. If Monica hadn’t gone to Darcy, would you have? It was a single night of drunken lovemaking followed by a less-than-graceful exit into the cold of autumn. There was a tightness to seeing her again, and the underlying fear that this would happen. But so many things were happening.

“I am sorry that I haven’t been truthful with you, but you have to believe me, it was for your own safety. For Ronnie’s safety. I would never lie without a good reason.”

“Well, that’s subjective, isn’t it?” Darcy’s breathed “You always think you know what’s best for me, what’s best to hide from me. But you don’t know what I can handle.”

Okay, you absolutely needed that drink. Darcy wasn’t going to leave now, not without answers she was pushing so hard for. Ronnie was getting too tall for her own good, so you hid the good liquor in the cabinet above the fridge.

Bourbon, warm or not, was your choice and right now you couldn’t bother with ice, just a mug that you had gotten from a thrift store. It was from Cabo and had a little white sand beach and a flamingo wearing sunglasses on the front. You’d never been to Cabo.

The first sip went down burning, and the second soothed the first. “I took a loan.”

“Like, from a bank?”

“From a shark. Technically. They don’t call them that, but that’s what they are. I didn’t realize it at the time, or else I wouldn’t have, but I was already two months behind on rent and I refused to ask you to cover me again. That’s not your responsibility. You already do so much for me and Ronnie.”

She opened her mouth to object, to rush in and say that she would have given you anything and you knew she would. But that didn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t have asked her in the first place.

“I didn’t pay them back in time and they weren’t very lenient. They took me under their custody to persuade me into coming up with the money.”

“Persuade? Their custody?”

“Kidnapped… beat within an inch of death. Whatever way you look at it, I was on their bad side.”

With horrible judgement you filled up another two fingers of whisky, only swallowing half but making eye contact with Darcy as you had done so. Simmering behind her deep blue stare was a mix of pity you were desperate to avoid. It soon dwindled back into discontent and that made you want to continue.

“I was spared on account that I wasn’t their usual clientele. Natasha, she called me… shit, what was it? An oversight? I was a blip in the system. I wasn’t supposed to happen and for that reason, and that reason alone, she offered me an ultimatum.”

Darcy sidled up to the counter that rested like a drawn line between you both. Her fingers tapped nervously on the surface but some of the tension had drained from her shoulders. “Natasha? That.. woman from the fair? The one with Clint?”

“Oh, Clint, you remember?” You smiled.

“He’s strong. Rugged.” She shrugged, frowning “That’s not the point. You’re telling me he’s a part of this sharking business? You’re telling me you let a known criminal that close to your daughter? To me?”

“I get how that sounds bad, Dee, but he’s really not a horrible guy. He’s a father himself and you’re right. You’re right. It’s not the point.” You swallowed the second half of your drink and placed the novelty mug in the sink to stop yourself from polishing off more of the bottle. “They gave me an ultimatum.”

“An ultimatum?”

“I could kill myself working at the diner everyday for the rest of my life. Twelve-hour shifts with most of the funds feeding right back into their palms. It would take decades to give back the money I took from them. Or, I could work for Natasha and pay off my debts in a quarter of the time.”

Silence filled the room. The only type of silence that you knew, that was filled with the sounds of the city. Your neighbors to the left were having a fight that seemed bigger than the one you and Darcy had now. A boombox blasted reggae music across the street and certain beats bled through the thin glass windows.

You swallowed the acrid flavor on your tongue. “For the last four months instead of the diner, I have been with Natasha. With Clint. They’ve been teaching me, and at first, I hated every single second of it. I was scared for… for weeks. But, Darcy, I’m starting to enjoy it and that scares me more than anything.”

“I need to sit down,” She mumbled.

“I offered,”

“I know.”

She flopped down onto the sofa that folded out into a bed. You’d slept there for a month when Darcy’s apartment was being fumigated and you refused to make her take the couch. It was hell on your back, but Ronnie had never been happier to wake up to the both of you each morning.

It carried a familiar clean scent. Darcy pulled a blanket into her lap and ran her fingers over the bumps in stitching. You cautiously lowered yourself down next to her, starting to feel the effects of an empty stomach and too much liquor for the afternoon. You were suddenly nauseous and starving all at once.

“There’s more,” Darcy said, “What you just told me was a lot, but there’s more. I know you, y/n, and I’m giving you an opportunity here to tell me everything.”

You sighed, slumping on the couch. You could feel the bar in the center of the couch push against your spine. There was a crack in the ceiling next to a gray and brown water stain that looked like a Rorschach test.

“Natasha. I think I’m in love with her.” You could hear Darcy turn her head with a dizzying quickness. “I’m not supposed to be, it’s the last thing I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be protecting her and that’s incredibly hard to do when I’m distracted by her eyes.”

Darcy was laughing and it lightened the mood in the room. The tension was still thick enough to slice with a knife, but it was enough to get you to look at her. “You’ve got it bad, huh?”

“The worst.”

“You really think this is what’s best, huh? Putting yourself into the line of fire like this? Handling a gun?”

“I do. I really, really do.” You picked up her hand, relieved that she didn’t pull away so you squeezed it, just to make sure that it was real. That she hadn’t run at the first sign of trouble. “I always tell Ronnie that I’d get us out of here one day. All of us. And I never knew how to do that on $2.00 an hour.”

Darcy sighed heavily; she leaned her head on your shoulder. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know. But some risks you just have to take.”

The sun had broken through the clouds for the first time in days. It streamed through the windows of Natasha’s private office, nestled at the back of the large house. In the past week, you had been here twice and each time your heart thudded impossibly fast.

This time, she had summoned you before you were through the doors for your normal shift. There were no extra caveats. You weren’t meant to head down to the docks, or to one of the many storefronts that were rented from the Romanoff family. Instead, you were simply meant to be here.

The home was empty, you knew from the lack of cars that were outside. Natasha’s was the only one in the lot besides yours. There was a certain quiet to the day and the French doors that led to her private office were ajar to strengthen the airflow.

She was focused on the work in front of her, hair in a messy bun and two strands falling from her haphazard job. There were black frame glasses on her face. Her face was scrunched up in a frankly adorable expression. It softened when she glanced up and saw you, the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Much to your dismay, she removed her glasses “Come in, close the doors behind you.”

You did as you were told, letting them fall with the subtle shake of the blinds. They’d been closed but a small stream of golden light was splayed across Natasha’s desk. It caught the intensity of her eyes, the sharp green color that only came out when she was surrounded by these walls.

“Sit,”

Obediently, you moved to do so, pulling one of the leather chairs out from its spot on the other side of the desk. You felt shame, despite last night. She was still your boss, still the person you were meant to protect. That’s what you were being altered for.

“Not there.”

You lifted your eyebrows, halting in your spot. Natasha pushed back in her rolling chair, ever so slightly. She gestured vaguely to her lap. She can’t be serious? This had to be some type of test? It didn’t seem like one. You certainly wouldn’t mind having her arms wrapped around you, her scent enveloping, intoxicating.

Cautiously, you did as you were told, lowering yourself onto Natasha’s lap. There was an overwhelming warmth, a destined comfort to being in her arms, so much safety in the simple gesture of her pulling you close.

She guided your chin until your lips were close to hers, not quite touching. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” You responded before closing the distance. She hummed into the kiss, her tongue running over her lips, against the roof of your mouth. You could taste her morning coffee and a hint of mint.

“I missed you.”

“It’s been two days,”

She hummed, pressing her cold nose against your throat. The weekends were reserved for relaxation, and as much as you wanted to stay with Natasha in this giant house, you had a life within the city; a daughter, friends, responsibility.

“I don’t want you work for me anymore.”

You frowned and pulled slightly away from her, your arms still circling her neck. This certainly had to be a test but there was no indication to such on her face. She had nothing but a tender expression, a quiet one that left no room for argument, but you weren’t built like that.

“What?”

“I,” Natasha dipped her gaze, pressing her forehead against your cheek. Her words were a whisper. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You can’t get hurt if I don’t put you in the line of fire.”

There were a few moments of silence aside from the large clock on one of the bookshelves that clicked with each passing second. Natasha had never been vulnerable with you like this. There had been moments of soft expressions, but never this.

Gently, you lifted her chin, forcing her to look at you. “Natasha, I can’t do that. I can’t just stop protecting you. It’s all I’ve been training for these last months.”

“I want to offer you something more, y/n. You and Ronnie both. I want you to have a home here… with me.”

You breathed her in, your forehead against hers. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel her watching you for any kind of reaction, anything that would give your feelings away. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture making your shudder against her.

“I want that too. But more than anything, I want to keep you safe. I still want this. I still want to be there for you like I have been. Behind you every step of the way.” You chuckled sadly, “While being a trophy girlfriend sounds amazing, I want to earn my keep.”

Natasha smiled at you, “Girlfriend? That’s quite the title.”

“I mean it,” you played with her necklace, an equally as small gold chain. “I want to keep training. Girlfriend or not. If you’re going to keep me around.”

She moved forward, kissed against the small expanse of skin behind your ear, down the side of your neck. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Mmhm, but I was serious about you and Ronnie.” She pulled back, brushing her thumb over your flushed cheek. “I like you, y/n. You make me happy.”

Before you could respond, her lips were against yours again, her hands tracing up your sides. You were well aware of how close the two of you were, of how easy it was to get heated in this position, of Natasha’s cold fingertips as they ghosted under the hem of your shirt.

“I brought pizza from that place on the corner that you like,” You balanced the large and greasy box on your hip. It wasn’t your favorite place, the man behind the counter was always rude and the line was out the door. But it was for good reason, you had to admit, because the food was always delicious and made you forget about all the complications.

Darcy ate pineapple on her half the pizza like a criminal. You and Veronica were content with pepperoni, but you’d have to sprinkle extra parmesan cheese on her slices, cutting them into small pieces and providing her with a fork.

There was quiet to Darcy’s apartment. One that reminded you of the many times you had pulled your weapon in preparation. Your hands were full with the box, with a plastic bag filled with off-brand soda and two-dollar movies that were on the shelf at the corner store.

You struggle to swallow your own fear at the sight that lies in front of you. The television is muted, but a cartoon continues to cast the living room in a pale, blue light. Darcy is sprawled on the couch, her chest rising and falling in what seems to be a heavy sleep.

The light above the oven is on and the kitchen table is far from unoccupied. Ronnie looks up at your entrance, content with the array of markers, colored pencils, and crayons that are scattered in front of her.

Carol Danvers sits in an adjacent chair, working on staying in the lines of her own picture. You weren’t close enough to see what she had drawn, but based on her track-record you were sure it was something ghastly.

Monica Rambeau sat in the recliner, a mug of something steaming in her hand. Her eyes were trained on the television despite the lack of sound. They didn’t flick to you when you entered. She was confident that you weren’t going to make a move. Cocky.

“Is that from Ginos?” Carol asked, capping the marker that she was using. “God, they have the best pizza.”

“Yeah, it is.” You whispered.

Cautiously, you let the door close behind you. With an almost domestic way about you, you set the box and the bags down on the counter before wiping the sweat on your jeans. You made quick eye contact with Monica. She nodded at you, regarded you quietly.

“Sit, I was just telling Veronica that she’s very good at coloring. You’ve got a real artist on your hands, Y/n.”

“So, I’ve been told.” You sat down, keeping both of your hands on the table. Kate told you that it was a sign of trust. That if you were quick enough, and she was sure that you were, it wouldn’t matter how far away your weapon was. “What did you do to Darcy?”

“Oh, she’s just so exhausted. Sometimes working a nine-to-five will just take it right out of you. She’ll wake up tomorrow morning after some much needed rest.”

You nodded; mouth incredibly dry. Carol was watching you carefully. She had scribbled something that looked like a mass of color but the more you stared, just like the stain on the ceiling in your own apartment, the more it looked like something more.

She laughed, shaking her head “I’m afraid I’m not as good of an artist as your daughter.”

Ronnie looked at you, her eyes searching your face. It was easy to read her. You had for years. There was curiosity there, but no fear. Carol had probably led with something along the lines of I’m friends with your mother.

Or maybe it had been Monica who forced her way in first. She’d wandered into the kitchen and opened the box of food. Her nose scrunched up at the prospect of fruit on pizza, but she made quick work of picking off the offensive items.

Carol pushed the sheet of paper close to you. “Tell me, y/n, what do you see?”

“I… I don’t know. It looks like a duck.” She lifted her eyebrows, looking or more, and you confidently pointed to each element. “The beak is right here, and the eye is here.”

“Right.” Carol made a swift movement and flipped the photo. “What does it look like now?”

For someone that claimed not to have a good eye for art, Carol sure had a high opinion of a diagram she’d created with a few waxy crayons. It wasn’t the best drawn creature, but you got the general idea.

“A rabbit.”

Carol beamed at you and it made you feel sick to your stomach. “Clever one, aren’t you? Do you see how the world can be viewed in more than one way? To you, this could be a duck, or a rabbit, or just a poorly drawn abstract painting.”

“It’s very well done.”

“Don’t flatter me. I know what I’m capable of. I know what I’m up against. More importantly, I need you to know that sometimes, perspective can change everything.” She leaned back in her chair, rolling a crayon under her fingertips. “The Romanoff family is on the wrong side of an ongoing war, and by association, so are you.”

Veronica got out of her chair then, finally losing interest in the activity that was given to her. Monica and Carol tensed, as did you. But your daughter gave you a look that indicated television. Something else to occupy her mind. You let out a shaky breath.

“Sure, baby. Keep it low, okay?”

She nodded at you and scrambled over to the living room. There were soft noises from the cartoons afterwards. She sat patiently close to the screen to she could hear. She minded you well, hugging a throw-pillow close to her chest.

“It was very easy to track you down. Did you know that? Almost as easy to get in here, to have full access to your life. The life you had before you met Natasha Romanoff.” Carol reached into her coat pocket, she pulled out a business card. “You need to choose a side. If you’re going to stick around in this town, you need to choose a side, or get better locks.”

She left it on the table along with the smattering of art supplies and her crudely drawn photo that was supposed to teach you about perspective. Though, you were certain you knew all you needed to. There wasn’t even a question.

Carol stood and gestured for Monica to follow. She clapped you on the shoulder before she left, her words just the quietest of whispers. “I understand her allure, y/n. But there’s more than one force to deal with in this city.”

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 9: When in Rome

Summary: I have no idea how to summarize this chapter besides saying buckle up. 🫣

Warnings: Danger, angst, claustrophobia.

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: My apologies for how long it took to get this chapter posted. I wanted to take my time on it because it’s essential to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Guardian Angel Masterlist

You walked into your room, anxiously shutting the door behind you. Your mind races as you pace back and forth. Running your fingers through your hair, you struggle to comprehend why Onyx Petroleum would be interested in Sokovian land. Your mental spiral is interrupted by a knock on your door, followed by Tony's voice asking if you're okay. You open the door, and the billionaire walks in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"I can't believe I didn't clock it before," Tony said, holding up the newspaper. "Those con artists from Onyx Petroleum are your parents - sorry."

You force a smile and respond, "It's okay. They deserve the title, trust me."

"I know firsthand," Tony muttered.

“You know my parents?”

“Your father was a regular visitor of the Stark Expo in the old days.” You're taken aback, wondering how you never knew that. “Dear old dad rarely spoke to me growing up, but I remember he once said that Y/F/N Y/L/N was the only person who made him believe that humanity was doomed to extinction.”

“Sounds about right,” you said.

“Oh, and then," he recounted, "A few years ago at a September Foundation grant presentation at Cal Tech. Your mother, as usual, was doing her thing - schmoozing with everyone. She cornered Pepper and started rambling about how a partnership between Onyx Petroleum and Stark Industries could transform the global oil exploration and production industry. Pepper kindly reminded her that Stark Industries no longer partners with companies or individuals that harm the environment or the population. So your mother called Pepper a fraud and threw her drink in her face! Can you believe that?"

You sigh as you sit down on the edge of the bed, “Unfortunately, yes.”

"Any idea what this is about?" Tony asked, holding up the paper again.

You shake your head, saying, "No clue. They've never shown any interest in foreign oil.”

"Do you have access to anything that would give us insights into their business dealings?" Tony inquired.

You shake your head again, feeling helpless. "Not anymore. My parents removed me from all of their bank accounts and company mainframes when they kicked me out," you say with a huff, throwing yourself back onto the bed. “I don’t get it. Sokovia was destroyed. What’s left for them to find.”

“Vibranium.”

“What?” You said as you sat up. “That doesn't make sense. Sokovia was a war zone.”

“What do you think they were fighting over?” the billionaire asked rhetorically.

“How do you know this, Tony?”

“After Ultron's attack on Sokovia and the subsequent sinking of Navi Grad, FRIDAY performed an extensive deep-sea mapping of the ocean—every square centimeter. Seven hundred thousand images were captured at a depth of almost 4,000 meters,” Tony explained, tapping the screen on his watch. “The mapping exercise was aimed at locating the submerged remnants of the destroyed city and ensuring the safety of any underwater vehicles or divers exploring the area. Doing so would provide insights into the underwater topography of the region and assist in the reconstruction efforts.”

You rise to your feet as a hologram of the 3D map materializes before your eyes.

“Instead, FRIDAY found something else,” Tony explained, shifting pieces back and forth through the air. “Outside of Wakanda, Sokovia has the largest natural vein of Vibranium anywhere in the world, but no one has been able to mine it yet because…,” zooming in on the composite. “It’s underwater.”

You studied the 3D image carefully, trying to comprehend how Onyx Petroleum would go about mining the most potent substance on Earth.

“This much Vibranium in anyone’s hands is frightening,” Tony said. “In the hands of a company notorious for unethical business practices, it’s perilous.”

“Does Wanda know?” Your mind was racing with concern for your girlfriend.

“No, and I don’t think we should tell her,” closing the hologram.

“What? Why not? She has a right to know! It was her home. We can’t just—“

"Easy, Willy Wonka," Tony said. "I know she needs to know, but we need more information before we can act. I need to do some more research and figure out the next steps. In the meantime, tell the rest of the team what we know. Wanda is running point on a full-team, large-scale mission the day after tomorrow, and it benefits no one for her to be distracted, right?"

You nod hesitantly in agreement, still processing everything. "Trust me, Y/N. If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen. We need to be strategic and focused if we're going to keep everyone safe."

After a moment of silence, you let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, you're right," you concede, looking down at your hands. "I just don't feel good about keeping this from Wanda. We've always been honest with each other, and I don't want to ruin that."

Tony places a reassuring hand on your back. "You're not lying to her. You're just postponing the truth to protect her," he explains calmly.

You slowly nod, taking in his words. It made sense, in a way. But the guilt still lingered in your mind, gnawing at you. You knew that, eventually, you'd have to come clean.

*^~^*

You stirred from your sleep two days later, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach lingered. Your conversation with Tony was still vivid in your mind. You peered outside and saw SHIELD agents hustling and bustling around the grounds. You felt lost, unsure of what to do or where to be, so you did your best to keep a low profile and stay out of everyone's way. This was your first time seeing a mission play out before you. Sure, team members had come and gone before in the three months you had been living at the Avengers Compound, but being so focused on your recovery, you hadn’t paid that close attention.

FRIDAY interrupted your train of thought as you stood by the window. “Ms. Y/L/N,” she said, “Ms. Maximoff requests your presence in The Overwatch.”

You were confused. “The Overwatch? Where’s that, FRIDAY?”

“I’ll escort you there, Ms. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY said, opening the elevator doors.

As you stepped into the elevator, you noticed it was going down. The compartment sprang to life, and you counted at least three floors before it finally stopped. The door opened, revealing a futuristic virtual command center. Wanda stood with her back to you, looking up at a wall of monitors.

You couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

Wanda turned at the sound of your voice, and her smile was enough to melt you into a puddle. "Impressive, isn't it?" she said.

You nodded, still in awe of the sight. "What is this place?"

"This is The Overwatch," Wanda explained. "It's a command center that allows Fury or other Avengers who aren't on a mission to provide support in real-time."

You walked over to where Wanda was standing. "It's only used when everyone gets called away or on big-scale operations," she added.

You looked up at the bank of monitors, each displaying a name in the corner. Your eyes quickly found Natasha's, labeled N. Romanoff. Next to her, you spotted T. Stark, S. Rogers, B. Banner, T. Odinson, C. Barton, B. Barnes, S. Wilson, K. Bishop, Y. Belova, P. Parker, and C. Danvers.

"Am I even allowed to be in here?” You asked.

"Technically, no," Wanda replied with a smirk, "but this is my first time running point on a mission, and I could use the company."

Curiosity getting the better of you, you asked, "Who are they after?"

"Unfortunately, that information is classified," Wanda replied, typing away on the keyboard and pulling up a map, "but I can tell you they are in Europe."

"Well, that narrows it down," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Wanda sighed and sat before the command module, motioning for you to join her. "I wish I could tell you more," she said, "it's so much more stressful sitting in here than being out in the field with the team."

You tried encouraging her, saying, "Hey, at least you're safe here."

“Yes, but I feel so helpless," Wanda admitted while monitoring the team's vital signs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to Fury for agreeing to let me ease back into the swing of things, but the loss of control scares me.”

The tense atmosphere was palpable in the comms as Steve's voice cut through, "Wanda, we're on our final approach. ETA, 30 seconds."

Natasha's raspy voice chimed in, "How are we looking?"

"The approach is clear—five guards in the courtyard outside the building.

"I got it," Tony interjected. You heard muffled groans on the other end of the comms as Tony dismantled the threat in a matter of seconds. "We're clear outside."

Everyone, turn on your body cameras," Wanda commanded as the monitors rose to life, giving you a first-person point of view of what everyone on the team was seeing.

"Nat, the security office is two doors down on your left," Wanda directed.

"Noted, I'm on my way," Natasha confirmed.

"When do I go in?" Peter's voice sounded eager on the comms.

"Hold your position, Spider-Boy," Yelena said. "Patience is key."

"Yeah, Peter. You're too eager. Just slow your roll and wait for the signal," Kate Bishop said.

"So is being quiet, Kate Bishop." Yelena cut in again.

I can't believe this is happening," you said involuntarily.

"Shh," Wanda whispers.

"Who is that?" Thor asks as he catches his hammer flying towards his monitor screen.

"Is that Y/N?" Carol asked between shots.

"No, it's not," Wanda lied to protect you.

"It is Y/N! What are you doing in The Overwatch, Willy Wonka?" Tony asked.

“Aww, they’re having a date night,” Clint joked sarcastically as you watched an arrow fly away from his camera and out of sight.

"Everyone, please be quiet. You're clogging the comms," Bucky demands irritably.

"Let's all be civil," Sam adds.

“I concur,” Bruce agreed.

"How are we doing, Nat?" Steve asked as he knocked out another security guard.

"I'm bypassing the firewall, Natahsa replied, typing away on the keyboard. “There. The Iris Detectors are down.”

"On my signal," Wanda spoke calmly. "Disabling the dome cameras in 3, 2, 1. Go.”

Sitting in front of the bank of monitors, you found yourself momentarily bewildered. You weren't sure which of the screens to focus on as the team moved in unison. Each one displayed a different angle of the action, and you didn't want to miss a single moment of what was unfolding before you. You watched with bated breath as they efficiently made their way through the building, their movements purposeful and precise. It was a sight to behold - you had never seen such determination and skill in your entire life.

Despite seeing footage of the Avengers on the news over the years, watching them firsthand was an entirely different experience. You felt incredibly fortunate to be able to call them your friends. As they worked towards the second level, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. These were some of the most powerful beings on the planet, and yet they were risking their lives to protect others. It was a humbling and inspiring sight to behold.

As the team entered the building, you watched Bucky effortlessly kick in a door. "I'm in the lab," he announced, his voice calm and collected.

Tony's voice crackled through the comms, "Do you see the mainframe?"

"There's two, which one is it?" Bucky replied, scanning the room.

"Open the silver panel," Tony instructed.

With a few hard pulls, Bucky managed to pry off the front of the mainframe. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the air as Carol crashed through a nearby window with a guard's arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Without hesitation, Bucky turned to assist her. "Keep going! I got this," Carol shouted, her voice slightly strained.

Tony's voice cut through the chaos, "You should see the mainframe HiperSockets that provide high-speed TCP/IP connectivity within the central processor complex."

"For fuck's sake, in English, Tony!" Bucky shouted, his frustration palpable.

"Language,” Steve reprimanded.

An alarm began to blare as red lights flashed, signaling the imminent arrival of more guards.

"Bucky and Carol, eight more guards are heading your way," Wanda's voice sounded over the comms. "Thor, you're the closest."

"I'll be right there," Thor answered.

You watched as The God of Thunder bounded down the stairs and into the lab. In a thunderous flash, he took out all eight guards, leaving the room eerily silent.

"Cut the blue cable!" Tony finally shouted.

Bucky pulled out a pocket knife and quickly sliced through the blue cable.

The rest of the team arrived on the scene, and the lights inside the mainframe went out, plunging the room into darkness.

"How do we know for sure it's down?" Kate asked, her voice laced with concern.

Natasha fired three gunshots into the mainframe, causing the container to smoke.

"That ought to do it," she said, lowering her gun.

"Well done, everyone," Wanda praised. "I'm no longer seeing a heat signature from your location, which means the building is offline."

"Thanks, Wanda. Nice job on the point," Steve said. "We'll reconvene at 1800 hours to go over Phase Two."

Wanda looked exhausted as she removed her earpiece. The monitors had gone dark again; she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at you.

"Wow, sweetheart. That was amazing! I've never seen anything like that in my life. You were great,” you said, touching her shoulder.

Wanda smiled weakly, feeling a sense of satisfaction mixed with exhaustion. "Thanks," she said, "it was touch and go. But I'm glad they were able to get the job done."

You nodded in agreement. "Are all the missions that intense?"

Wanda thought for a moment before answering. "Not all of them," she said, "but this is one of the most challenging ones we've had in a while. But that's what we're trained for, right?"

“Do you miss it? Being out there, I mean,” you asked hesitantly.

Wanda’s expression was pensive as she spoke, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It's a complicated situation," she began slowly. "On the one hand, I don't want to leave my boys. After we lost their father, I made a promise to Billy and Tommy that I would always be there for them, no matter what." She paused for a moment as if lost in thought. "But on the other hand," she continued, her voice growing softer, "sometimes I feel like I'm denying who I am. Like my magic knows, I’m turning away from that part of myself.”

As you sat beside Wanda, you suddenly realized something that had never occurred to you before – you had never seen her use her powers. You searched your memory for any instance where you had witnessed her abilities in action, but you drew a blank. The only thing you could recall was being in her arms after the accident before you passed out, but even then, you couldn't remember if she had used her magic to keep you safe.

You took a deep breath and reached out to hold her hand. "I know we've never talked about this, but is there a reason you've never used your magic in front of me?" you asked, your voice gentle and curious. You hoped she wouldn't take offense to your question, but you couldn't help feeling a little curious about this aspect of her life that she had kept hidden from you.

"I was wondering when you would finally ask me about this,” Wanda sighed softly. “Since Westview, I have had difficulty trusting myself to use my powers safely. I lost control in a way that I never have before, Y/N, and the thought of putting anyone through that again is unbearable." Her voice was tinged with remorse and sadness as she continued, "I don't want to be a danger to those around me or myself. I’m afraid to use my magic again, and I don't know how to overcome that fear."

As you stroked her hand, you spoke reassuringly to Wanda. "I know you're feeling guilty about what happened in Westview, but that was only one aspect of your powers. You've done so much more good in the world than bad, and the magic that courses through you is a testament to that. Remember all the times you used your abilities to save lives, protect innocent people, and bring hope to those in need. That is the true measure of who you are, Wanda. Don't let a single mistake define you or your legacy."

Wanda nodded as she looked at you. “Thank you, Y/N,” wiping the tears away that threatened to fall. “I know I can’t avoid using them forever,” she looked around the room, “I also know I can’t hide down here for the rest of my life.”

“Why don’t you show me?”

“What?”

“Show me your powers. Come on, let’s see what you got, sweetheart. It’s just us, and we’re three floors underground. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.”

She looked at you hesitantly before she finally agreed, “Okay.”

Wanda rose from her seat and walked to the middle of the room. She took a deep, cleansing breath, held out her left palm, and began slowly circling it with her right hand. You watched as an orb of red energy materialized in her palm. Pointing her hand in your direction, you felt the chair you were sitting in move underneath you as you quickly rolled across the room and stopped on a dime in front of the redhead.

“Woah,” you said in amazement.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she smirked.

Slowly but surely, she rose above you, her body glowing with a vibrant, otherworldly red magic that seemed to envelop you completely. Despite your shock, you felt a sense of calm wash over you as you basked in the warmth and comfort of the magic surrounding you. It was as if Wanda had wrapped you in a cocoon of pure energy, and you felt safe and protected in her presence. Her eyes were fixed on you, glowing like twin stars in the night sky. For the first time, you knew without a doubt that you were in the presence of a powerful being beyond your understanding. Yet, despite her immense power, she was your Wanda—gentle and kind.

The redhead reached down and gently touched your cheek. For a moment, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of her touch. You couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same sense of warmth and safety with you that you felt with her.

I do, Y/N," Wanda said with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

You were confused and asked, "Do what?"

"Feel the same warmth and safety you feel with me," she replied.

You wondered, "I, did I - I don't think I said that out loud, did I?"

"I heard your thoughts, love," she answered.

You repeated, "You heard me - you can hear my thoughts? Oh, God."

Wanda reassured you, "Oh no, no, Y/N. It's okay. This was the first time I've ever listened to your thoughts. Outside of work, I never invade anyone's privacy that way and never would with you without your permission or unless it was an emergency."

The redhead reached for you as she floated down. The red magic swirling around your joined hands.

"That was incredible, sweetheart. I know it will take some time, but don't hide this part of yourself away. It's wonderful.”

The sudden sound of the elevator whirring through the walls startled Wanda, breaking her concentration and causing her to dismiss her red magic hastily. "Shit! Quick, hide in that storage cabinet," she urgently whispered, pushing you towards the stainless steel structure.

"What?! Why?" You asked, confused and alarmed.

"I told you, you're not technically supposed to be here. The security clearance is off the charts," Wanda explained as she urged you towards the cabinet.

You sprinted towards the cabinet and quickly shut the door just as Maria exited the elevator. "Hey, Wanda. Great job on Phase One. Everything looks good on our end," she said, scrolling through her tablet.

“Thanks,” Wanda said, nervously tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as Maria continued.

"I'm going to go brief Fury, but I'll be back for the check-in call at 6 pm to discuss Phase Two."

"Okay, see you in a bit," Wanda replied, relieved she hadn't noticed you.

As Maria stepped back into the elevator, she teasingly called, "Oh, and Wanda? If Y/N is going to be down here with you, at least give her a key card."

Wanda blushed at being caught. "I don't know what you're talking about," she fibbed.

"Of course, you don't," The Deputy Director chuckled. "Ask her to bring some Candy Bar chocolate for us later when she comes out from the storage cabinet," she added with a giggle as the doors closed.

You cautiously opened the door to the cabinet and stepped out, your cheeks reddening as you met Wanda's embarrassed gaze. She fished a blank white key card out of her pocket and handed it to you. "Here, now you can legally be down here with me."

You took the card and turned it over in your hands.

"Thanks," you said softly. “Tell Maria I'll bring some chocolate truffles later," you winked.

"Hmm, sounds good," Wanda smiled, leaning in to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

*^~^*

You arrived back at The Overwatch a few hours later, your white key card and a bag of truffles in hand. Maria was sitting next to Wanda in front of the wall of monitors. You sat down next to the redhead, passing the bag of chocolates to Maria.

"Aww, Y/N. How did you know? This is exactly what I wanted."

"Shut up,” you smirked. “So, what's happening here?" As you pointed toward the dark screens.

"We had the check-in call about forty-five minutes ago, and Steve should be reporting in any minute to confirm they've reached the target,” Wanda explained.

As if on cue, Steve's camera turned on, followed by the rest of the team. "Speak of the devil!” Maria exclaimed.

You could tell immediately that the team was in an underground passage, evidenced by the rough stone masonry surrounding them. Their footsteps echoed through the tunnel, adding an eerie quality to the tense atmosphere.

"Hey, Cap, you ready to go?" Maria asked, glancing up at the screen.

"Affirmative," Steve replied. “Although some of us are feeling a bit claustrophobic."

"Speak for yourself,” Clint chimed in.

"Tony, you want to take that one?" Wanda asked, typing away on her keyboard.

"Sure thing, Red," Tony replied. "Everyone, reach inside your suit pockets. You should find an object the size of one of Morgan's Legos."

Yelena, ever the skeptic, held up the miniature object Tony had referred to. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Language," Steve admonished.

"Oh, tell it to someone who cares," Yelena retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Sestra," Nat scolded, her voice echoing through the tunnels.

"It's a bit of technology I borrowed from our friendly neighborhood ant, and subsequently made even better,” Tony smirked. "Press the button on the top."

As one, the team pressed the button, and a small oxygen mask grew to fit in their hands.

"And we couldn't have worn these on the walk down here because?" Sam asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Because they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply," Tony explained. "We need to conserve as much as possible."

"Do I have to wear this?" Carol asked. "I can breathe in space. I'm pretty sure I'm fine down here."

"The vacuum of space is very different from underground," Maria said. "We don't want to take any chances. Put it on, please, Danvers."

“Why doesn’t the billionaire genius have to wear an oxygen mask?” She asked.

“There’s an oxygen supply built into the suit,” Tony smirked.

With a resigned sigh, Carol donned the mask, and the rest of the team followed suit. Wanda went over the topography of the catacomb, identifying key landmarks and intricacies that could help them navigate the maze-like structure safely.

In a hushed tone, you turned to Maria and asked, "Have they ever had an underground mission before?"

Maria shook her head and replied, "No, not like this. This is completely uncharted territory for them.”

"Okay, as we discussed," Steve said, pointing to the left. "Group one with me down the left tunnel; group two with Tony down the right tunnel."

As you observed intently, you saw each group setting off towards their designated directions, down the ancient corridors. The walls were adorned with intricate archways, illuminated by sporadic pockets of light that added to the mystique of the surroundings.

“Mr. Stark, this is amazing! Have you looked at these carvings and art? Easily third century—” Peter started.

“This isn’t a history field trip,” Natasha interrupted. “Pay attention to your surroundings.”

The group had been walking through a tunnel for some time when, without warning, felt the ground beneath their feet shake. A low and ominous grumbling noise echoed through the air, and everyone was thrown into the tunnel walls.

"FRIDAY, what's happening?" Tony asked urgently.

"Accessing the wave radar and enhancing the thermogenic signature," FRIDAY responded.

“Do you feel that too, Steve?” Wanda asked

Steve grunted as he struggled to regain his balance. "Yeah, is it an earthquake?" he asked.

"It's an energy surge, Boss," FRIDAY replied to Tony. "A core reactor holds together the primary stabilization of the tunnel structure."

"That's not first-century tech," Peter mumbled, face down on the ground.

Kate helped him up. "Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock."

Just as the group was getting back on their feet, Sam's voice cut through the tense silence.

"Hey! Hold it!" he shouted.

"What is it, Wilson?" Tony asked.

"Someone is watching us at the end of this tunnel," Sam exclaimed as he ran ahead of the group.

"Sam, wait!” Steve shouted.

"Lock onto Wilson," Maria said, standing up.

Wanda quickly shifted to Sam's primary camera and enlarged the visual. The mystery figure took two quick turns to the left as if they knew exactly where they were going. A third turn to the right, and Sam lost sight of the man for a split second. Looking around quickly, but to no avail, he said, "I lost them."

"How will he get back to the rest of the group?" You asked.

"Good question, Y/N," Sam replied.

Maria glared over at you. "Sorry, I keep forgetting they can hear me too."

"Sam, you're closer to Tony than Steve," Wanda said. "I'm pinging his tracker right now. Two lefts and a right should do it. And Steve and company, follow your tunnel about a half a mile down and then take a right, and you should meet up with everyone else."

The team wandered through the catacomb tunnel in silence, only the sound of their breathing and the stone under their feet breaking the stillness. When they were finally reunited, Tony broke the silence, "Okay, new plan. We're staying together."

Peter quickly agreed, "I'm with Tony on this one."

Yelena, standing nearby, murmured to Kate, "Color me surprised."

“Oxygen masks stay on, Nat,” Maria said pointedly.

"Yes, detka,” Natasha replied.

Yelena couldn't resist mocking her sister, "Yes, detka," she repeated sarcastically. But before she could carry on, Natasha pinched her arm, causing her to yelp in pain.

Thor shouted, "Knock it off, Lady Widows!"

Wanda added, "Thor is right. The catacomb can be disorienting, but you need to keep moving. Tony, I'm reviewing the National Geophysical Data Center records to assess your declination value and sending them to FRIDAY. Keep true north."

You turned to Maria, puzzled, "What did she say?" Having no clue what your girlfriend was talking about.

"They should turn right," Maria whispered.

You watched as everyone walked in a single-file line to the right, trying their best to keep their footing on the uneven stone. Suddenly, a second energy surge echoed loudly through the comms, causing everyone to turn their cameras downwards. Your heart raced as you gasped at the sight of cracks quickly forming between everyone's legs. Before anyone could react, the ground gave way beneath them, accompanied by screams and the sound of broken gravel.

Maria gasped, and Wanda put her hands over her mouth in shock.

"Oh my God!" You exclaimed. "What the hell just happened?"

Wanda asked urgently, "Steve? Tony? Can you hear me?"

Maria followed with a shaky voice, "Natasha? Come in! Anyone?"

"Shit," she said anxiously, picking up the phone in front of her. "All SHIELD agents, Romeo, Echo, Delta."

"FRIDAY, Code Red. Initiate Emergency Protocol 3000," Wanda ordered, running back towards the elevator and flipping a red switch under a glass cover.

"Compound shutdown initiated. Director Fury and Mrs. Stark have been notified and are en route to The Overwatch," FRIDAY responded.

You stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do with yourself. The shock of what you had just witnessed was so intense that your vision started to blur, and you felt as though you were about to pass out. Suddenly, you felt someone's arms on your shoulders, and you jumped slightly.

"Y/N? Y/N, love, stay with me, okay?" Wanda said, her voice soothing.

You looked up at her and then back at the monitors, pointing at them with a shaking hand. "They... it..." you stammered, struggling to form coherent sentences.

Wanda nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort.

She slowly led you back to your seat, still holding onto your shoulders, and conjured a glass of water out of thin air. Taking it in your hand, you felt the coolness of the glass against your skin, which helped ground you and bring you back to the present moment.

*^~^*

Fury furrowed his brows and asked Maria, "When was your last point of contact?"

"Five minutes ago."

"Maximoff was running point?"

You didn't appreciate the way Director Fury was speaking about Wanda as if she wasn't in the room, but as an outsider, you chose to hold your tongue.

Wanda stepped forward before Maria could respond, "Yes, sir."

"What happened?"

“Two energy surges of unknown origin, but we didn’t have time to assess the cause before-." Wanda’s voice trailed off as she struggled to continue.

“Before you lost them,” Fury finished the sentence for her. Wanda nodded silently, unable to look the Director in the eyes.

“She didn’t lose them! It was an accident,” You suddenly heard yourself shout.

Pepper placed a hand on your shoulder as Fury’s gaze shifted over to you.

“Who is this?” Fury asked, pointing at you.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you,” you said, slowly reaching out your hand to shake his, but the gesture went unreciprocated.

"The car accident victim," looking you up and down. "She looks fine, why is she still here?"

You wondered why you were still here yourself, but Maria jumped in before you could respond, "She’s still recovering, Sir."

"Do you have clearance to be down here?"

You fumbled in your pocket for the white card Wanda had given you earlier. Fury looked at the card but gave you no response before turning back to Wanda.

“Are we still picking up pings from their trackers?”

“Yes, faintly,” Wanda said.

"Do we know how deep the catacomb goes?" He continued.

“Roughly 65 feet, but the fall could have taken them another 50 feet at least," Wanda stated.

“They were wearing oxygen masks?” Fury asked.

“Yes, but they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply if they haven’t been damaged,” Wanda explained.

Fury turned back to Maria, “How fast can we have a team of agents on the ground in Rome?”

Your ears perked up at finally knowing where everyone was.

“Four hours,” Maria responded.

“Make it three,” The Director said.

“Yes, sir,” Maria replied as she started to walk away.

Wanda interrupted calmly, "No. I’m going."

“Out of the question, Maximoff. You haven’t been back in the field since your return, save for her accident," Fury pointed at you. "I’m not sending you out there by yourself in the most dire moment in the history of SHIELD. You don’t know what you’ll find down there, and you’re still too unreliable."

“Unreliable,” Wanda repeated. “With all due respect, Director Fury, no one is more reliable than me. There is no one more powerful than me, and you and I both know that it will take someone who can move heaven and Earth, literally, to bring everyone home!”

Fury looked over at Pepper, who had yet to say a word—doing her best to keep her calm.

"Wanda can do it," Pepper declared, fidgeting with her wedding ring. "I have faith in her."

"You leave in 20 minutes,” Fury said, turning to Wanda. “But you're not going alone.”

“I’ll get changed right away, sir,” Maria assumed.

“No, you’re staying here, Hill. You’re too close to the situation with Romanoff.”

“Nick, I-“

“No, you’ll run co-point from here. That is final."

“Co-point? Who is-“

“I need to make a couple of phone calls. In the meantime, Maximoff, you get suited up. We’ll meet you in the hangar,” Fury ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Wanda acknowledged.

You followed Wanda out of the elevator and into the locker room, feeling nervous and determined. Wanda suited up with a look of solemn determination on her face. You didn't want to show your nervousness; Wanda had enough on her plate. She took out her phone, frowned at the screen, and then turned to you with a serious look.

“I need you to do something for me,” the redhead said.

“Of course, anything,” you replied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“I need you to pick up Billy and Tommy and stay with them at my house. I know you have only met them once, but they liked you,” she started to ramble, her voice tinged with anxiety. “Pepper offered to take them, but I just can’t let her do that while Tony is…” she paused, her voice breaking with sadness.

You nodded understandingly, realizing the gravity of the situation. “I’ll do it,” you said, grabbing both sides of her face. “The boys will be okay, I promise. You bring everyone home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I I already called the school to let them know you’ll be picking them up. I know I can trust you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. Your lips met in a kiss—one of comfort and reassurance.

The word trust was all it took for Onyx Petroleum and Sokovia to rush back to the front of your mind. But then you remembered Tony’s words. “If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen.” Wanda needed to focus. But God, it was killing you to keep this from her, even under the most dire circumstances.

You walked with Wanda to the hangar, an area of the compound you had yet to visit. The mood was a stark contrast from this morning. SHIELD Agents moved about the space with the same purpose and direction, but the energy differed. It was anxious.

You caught sight of Director Fury standing next to one of the Quinjets with two women you didn’t recognize, but it was clear Wanda knew both of them. She ran a few steps ahead of you and wrapped her arms around both of them in an emotional embrace.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Darcy Lewis and Captain Monica Rambeau,” Wanda said, motioning to each woman. “This Y/N Y/L/N, she said, touching your back.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you both,” you said as you shook their hands, trying to keep your composure.

“Hi, nice to meet you too, Y/N,” Darcy replied warmly.

“It’s a pleasure,” Monica said, giving you a small smile.

"Captain Rambeau will be accompanying Ms. Maximoff to Rome, and Dr. Lewis will be running point with Deputy Director Hill from The Overwatch," Fury explained before glancing at his watch. "It's time to go."

Wanda looked at you with a mixture of anxiety and determination in her eyes. You tried to hide your nervousness, not wanting to add to her stress.

After a deep breath, Wanda spoke, "Billy and Tommy will be off from school in a couple of hours," she said, handing you her house keys. "Let them know that I'm working with the rest of the team, but don't give them any details. I’ll try to check in if I can.”

"Okay, sweetheart," you replied, taking the keys and putting them in your pocket. "Just make sure everyone comes home safe."

"I will," Wanda said with a nod, her eyes shining with determination.

As you leaned in to kiss the beautiful redhead, you felt a rush of emotion wash over you. Her soft lips met yours, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. When you pulled away, you wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her close to your chest. You watched as she walked towards the Quinjet, accompanied by Monica. Darcy and Fury were waiting by the side of the hangar, their faces solemn. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as the jet's engines came to life and slowly lifted off the ground. You stood there, watching as it climbed higher and higher into the sky until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. As it disappeared from view, you felt a pang in your chest, as if a piece of your heart was flying away with it.

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Natasha: So, are you two dating now? Darcy & Clint: Yes. Natasha: Why? Darcy: I happen to find Clint very appealing. Natasha: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Clint. Clint: What the fuck, Tasha?!

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jackiequick · 8 months

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The Avengers Initiative | Early 2010s [Marvel Phase 1 Fanfic]

Summary: Putting a team together isn’t always easy, but it’s always good to have a few helping hands. But the real question is, will this actually come?

Pairing: Jason UnderWood & Darcy Lewis, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Established relationship uncle and nephew: Tony Stark and Jason Underwood

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Pepper Potts, Melissa Wallace, Rei Stark, Rochelle Romanoff and etc.

—//—

It was a pair of months back to backs. Fury saw something shift in the air, he felt like time was running and the future needed heroes. Young and old. Ones to learn from one another and grow together as a team.

Nick felt a threat was coming soon.

But he also knew his so called heroes wouldn’t come falling out of the sky or so he thought?

He opened a cabinet and pulled out a stack of signed paperwork. One file said it all.

The Avengers Initiative.

The man held a small smirk behind his eyes. Danvers was already in space, and he knew she had a daughter. Michelle Danvers. She will be coming soon for sure. So that was off the hook, but he needed more players.

Rogers. Stark. Banner. Romanoff. Thor. Barton. His so called main players.

But it didn’t stop there. He needed the younger links there as well.

Any extra players he can get.

He had Agent Coulson and Agent May gather another list of people that SHIELD kept tags on. Theses teens and young adults came from different backgrounds and plenty of fields. But he knew they would be fit to rise up when needed.

Coulson had scouted the fields across the country, finding a pair of unlikely characters. A couple. Instead of distributing them, he slides the file underneath their door and walked out. He waited outside the apartment across the street at a cafe, with agents secretly surrounding the area for the pair to arrive home.

Rick Davidson. Last name Banner. He opened the door with his shy girlfriend Luna Marsh. They just did their small job downtown, finished getting groceries for the weekend and entered their home.

Luna was playing with her hair, removing her jacket but kept her sweater on due to the weather being a little chilly. She was chatting with her boyfriend. Suddenly her eyes narrowed downwards to the floor, seeing a file and raised an eyebrow.

SHIELD.

She gently flipped it open very slowly and being rather confused.

“Uh, Rick?” She asked looking up at him, placing the file on the table.

“Yeah, lovey?” He replied, looking over his shoulder almost done, putting the stuff away.

“What’s this? I feel like I heard of it..”

“Huh?”

Luna looked over the logo, feeling like she heard of it. Remembering her mother, who was Jersey getting her life together for them, telling her that SHIELD was a strong place. A protective order of people, if you were found, it meant luck.

Rick turned around to face Luna in confusion, before looking at the familiar sight of the file. SHIELD headquarters paperwork was in his hands. His father Bruce Banner, who was working across the world, told him about it.

He looked up at his girlfriend, telling her everything he knew about it. She nodded listening to him.

There was a chance for something new..

~~~~

Fury already sent Romanoff to keep an eye on the older Banner, meanwhile she was also keeping focus on her own daughter. Rochelle Romanoff, who was adopted by The Feltons. Along with her cousin, Liane Felton. She always knew something would go down soon.

A fallout for The Felton family.

Liane Felton didn’t have a true care in world, however she knew she was different. A mutant. She knew about an organization built for people like her. The women deep down a broken soul who needed a true perspective in life. A purpose.

Same things goes for Rochelle Romanoff, she was the black sheep of the family and she knew, but a part of secretly felt that there was a guardian angel looking after her. Secretly it was her own biological mother.

Knowing one day she will break out and make a stand.

And that day just so happens to be the day her family was destroyed. Sitting in the rumble of the house with shock and tears threatening to show, she found a folder with information beside her.

SHIELD.

She opened it gasping, seeing locked information of who she truly was. And she was right, she did a guardian angel. There was hope.

She just needed to wait now…

~~~~~

Up in Stark Tower, days past. It felt like weeks since the party. But luckily they were home.

The view of Stark Tower was shining. The flooring was designed perfectly. But most of all, it was quiet.

Tony was building shipments for he can start creating new toys with his kid. Pepper was shopping downtown in the glitzy stores a few blocks away.

Jason sat in the living room with his grandnephew, Rei, watching a movie and eating popcorn. However the boy was more paying attention to the toolset in his hands. He was always in his little world.

The young teen was smart for his age, hell he had a freaking suit he started wearing to fly around in practice for gods sake!

Like father, like son. History repeats itself very well in that department. It made him proud honestly, but it also scared the shit out of him, Pepper and Winter. Two Starks flying around. Wow.

Rei snapped him out of his thoughts without looking up from the spot on the couch.

“Pops! Hello?! Your laptop is making noise again. Answer it!” Yelled Rei, rolling his eyes and glances at the movie.

“Huh? Yeah, thanks kiddo!” He replies, rushing over to his laptop that sat across from the couch.

The second Jason opened up his emails as he he raised an eyebrow. SHIELD. Don’t they know he’s trying to stay retired?! Hell, he was supposed to meet Darcy this weekend.

He stop to read the folder. It said The Avengers Initiative. He heard Tony mention it. Hell, Rei mentioned it plenty of times!

This time Nick Fury wants to push it further into their minds. He didn’t mind it too much, thinking it was actually a good thing. A band of heroes young and old to keep the future alive.

But what made him almost choke on his drink was the list.

It read from Stark to to Felton to Bishop and beyond!

His eyes did a double take reading the line. Steve Rogers—Captain FREAKING America—on the list?! Mother-trucker was alive?!

Hell there were rumors that even his best friend, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is alive?!

Oh god, Coulson is going to have a field day about this…

“What is it?” Rei asked, looking over his shoulder, “No that a care too much but still.”

“Nothing. Just work.” Jason repiled, keeping himself relaxed about.

“Bullshit!”

“I told you not to say that word.”

“But you use it and so does my mom, so I can use it. What’s the plan?”

He knew the could would figure it out eventually, so he flipped the laptop over to him. Rei’s eyes doubled in size and blinked at the words in front of him, you couldn’t tell if he was in shock or kinda excited. He’s wanted by SHIELD.

“So. Does Dad know that he’s being officially recruited?” Said the teen.

“Nope, but he will find out soon I bet.” He replied with a sigh.

“Finally something i know before he does. Oh I’m gonna love seeing this surprise him..”

“Oh brother..”

~~~~~

The Lehnsherr siblings had it clear in their face. Meira was already off in her own world, working for SHIELD with her friends Melissa, Mia and Ji-Hoon. But Ethan and Cole were a whole different story.

Each found out there own way. Cole after a accident happened in front of his face thinking he screwed up huge.

Meanwhile, Ethan was at a cafe on the upper east coast when he landed in his face.

As if both brother could’ve been more right in that moment. Since the first words that came out of their mouths afterwards were..

“Shit.”

They were in for a wildcard of a ride.

But little did this knew this ride would lead to them working side by side, along with a group of future friends…

~~~~

When the trio found out, it was an unusual idea. Leo was out of his wheelchair taking class to help with his back with Thiego teaching him. Stella was frustrated watching her brothers, which was new to her, handle the whole situation smoother than she was.

It was crazy founding out that there was 3 of them?! But it was a honest joyful sigh of tears and soft smiles. It a magic number!

Leo was handing the rest and classes a bit better than she was. But can blame her? She felt bad about herself, a little jealous of them.

However Thiego encouraged his big brother and baby sister, even going as far to teach them magic to heal, with Wong’s help.

So it they felt the love all around.

One day after the classes and conversation, a stack of paperwork came in. All 3 siblings looked at one another confused, having a small short discussion about it after finding out what it was.

SHIELD.

They were in sight of something bigger than they expected…

~~~~

It list was long. So many of them found out different ways.

The young group consisted of Rei, Rick, Rochelle, Luna, Cole, Liane and Ethan.

The older group consisted of Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Clint Barton. The Strange Siblings included.

~~~~

Once everything was settled into place. They all came one by one. Most importantly the younger generation of future avengers arrived.

It was a long winded conversation full of shouts, confusion, glances and some laughter. A lot of them knew of or met each other on various occasions.

The organization took the decision to make it a different path. Having rented out a small hotel for all of them with separate rooms, places to shop, food to eat and most importantly to get to know one another.

The Young Avengers stood outside their rooms looking at the agents that were placed in front of them. All wearing causal outfits, but their IDs in their pockets.

Meira Lehnsherr, Amelia Parker, Melissa Wallace and Cho Ji-Hoon. There were other agents downstairs as well, but they seemed like they were the main four.

Mia cleared her throat awkwardly, “Hello everyone! Uh, um I’m Amelia and we’ll like to welcome you to um..ah shit i thought i had this rehearsed...”

Some of the Young Avengers chuckled and snorted at her fumbling over her words.

Meira chuckled, “What she meant to say, is that welcome to The Sandbox, people! Here you will have everything you need from beds to TV to food.”

“Exactly! We want all of you to be comfortable and get to know one another. I bet it will be rather fun.” Melissa added, going on to explain everything in full.

Ji-Hoon spoke up, “What she said! We will help you with everything you need here and so much more.”

Cole, Rick and Luna shared a small smile. Ethan leaned against the wall with his arms across and raising his hand, “Um, where would you guys be staying? And where the hell are the adults?”

Liane smiled and lightly scoffed, “We are all sorta adults here!”

Rick added, “You know what he meant. But where will you guys be staying?”

Melissa gladly answered, “Some of us are cross the hall from you guys and downstairs are the other half. As for the adults, they’re nearby so don’t worry.”

Ethan nodded and Rick shrugged, both finding it alright. Rei just shrugged as well. Rochelle smiled, walking over to Luna to start off a little conversation. The others either went to their rooms or started talking with one another.

It was hilarious really. Teens and young adults all stuck in a motel together, you can only imagine what happened that night!

Some found themselves sneaking into one another’s rooms to hang out and sleep. Meanwhile others bumped into each other in the hallway, getting lunch or dinner, some climbed to the roof to see the stars and it felt oddly enjoyable.

What happened next? You may wonder, that’s up for them to figure out.

—//—

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daisytarget · 8 months

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just some moodboards for my almost-finished fic!! Their names are highlighted with their soulmate bond colors :)

You could read it here, if you like!!

#reading romance of late hoping i can scrounge some faith #fanfic art #moodboard #marvel #natasha romanoff #darcy lewis #steve rogers #captain america #hawkeye #clint barton #darcy x natasha

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the-widow-sisters · 10 months

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Hi:))

I would like to request a prompt with Kate and Yelena.

I really don't know how it would turn out but I think the "does he know about the baby" one would be really interesting, partly because I can't imagine a conversation like that between Kate and Yelena.

I really can't wait to see what you're going to do with the pairing and the prompt.

A/N: Hi!! 🥰 Thank you so, so much for the request!! This one was so hilarious to write and honestly such an unexpected pair that I had to throw in a few more people than I usually do with my prompt list sends lol 😂💖

I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰

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Word Count: 2.5k+

“Kate has something she needs to tell you,” Yelena told Natasha solemnly, looking to Kate with an uncharacteristic gentleness. Kate took in a deep breath, and Natasha looked at her carefully, wondering what her youngest sister had to tell her.

The both of them had found Natasha, a strange air surrounding them as they had explained to her that they needed to sit down with her for a little while. Natasha had been immediately concerned, and she had more than readily gone along with it, wondering what was going on.

It was odd that Kate would tell Yelena first, but Natasha did not question it, simply happy that Kate and Yelena were growing closer in something akin to a sisterly relationship.

“What’s wrong?”

Kate was quiet for a long few moments, and Yelena looked at her expectantly. Natasha could not help but feel nervousness building within her. She had a feeling that something was off, but she was not sure what the problem was.

Yelena finally nudged her and Kate flashed her a short glance before gazing at Natasha to meet her eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” Kate stated.

Natasha did not say a word, just staring at her.

The suddenness and the shock of the announcement was all so quick upon her that she almost thought that she had not heard her correctly.

“What?” Natasha asked, hoping that she had somehow misheard.

“I’m pregnant,” Kate stated, just looking at Natasha with her lips drawn in a thin line.

Natasha blinked, taking it in.

Her instant reaction was horror and concern for the girl. She had no male person in her life that could have reasonably been the father, so it left Natasha instantly thinking the worst.

Apparently, the horror and the dark assumptions actually showed in her face, and Kate shook her head quickly.

“Don’t worry, it isn’t because of anything that happened in a bad way,” Kate instantly assured her, looking at Yelena as she wordlessly asked for some manner of reassurance. Yelena nodded to her encouragingly.

Natasha felt a sense of relief overcoming her, but then there was a definitive twinge of something almost irritated. However, she held herself together, deciding she would ask some questions and hear her out.

The entire thing seemed almost like it was not real, but she figured that Kate would never try to trick her about this, so she went along with it.

“Whose baby is it?” Natasha asked, handling it all remarkably calmly considering how baffled that she was at the moment. She maintained a steady tone, and Kate seemed slightly calmer as she started to answer the redhead.

“Umm… It’s some guy,” Kate trailed off, looking down at her hands, and Natasha took in a breath, starting to ask her about the finer details of who exactly some guy was.

“Some guy?! You told me it was Barton’s!” Yelena cried indignantly, looking at her with surprise.

Kate instantly froze, her eyes wide and her entire body completely suspended as she seemed to completely have a system error.

Natasha’s jaw instantly slackened, and she felt just as horrified as Kate looked at the moment.

This was her second shock of the day…

At the moment, the both of them looked absolutely traumatized and Natasha could not believe that this had actually happened. She could not even think through the entire thing logically.

However, she now definitely thought something did not seem right about this. She would have instinctually thought that the whole thing was a prank, but Kate seemed so utterly terrified when Yelena had thrown out the news. That coupled with Natasha’s shock and horror was enough to keep her from fully questioning it and the suspiciousness ebbed.

“Look, she did the deed, now she needs to claim the property that comes with it,” Yelena stated, sounding tired, and Natasha was honestly so shocked that she could not even fully consider what Yelena had said.

“The important question is does he know about the baby?” Yelena asked, and Natasha was still reeling as she gaped at Kate blankly.

Natasha could barely even hear Yelena’s words at this point because of the blood rushing through her ears. Kate was looking at Natasha with equally as much panic, and Natasha felt her mouth going dry. She was not sure if she was angrier at Kate or Clint for this, but she could feel the agitation rising within her. She was going to be probably madder at Clint if he had actually given into Kate, but she was going to be quite mad at Kate for pursuing it so hard as well.

To her credit, Kate looked like she was actively having a mental breakdown as she continued to just stare at Natasha in utter mortification and terror. Her mouth was moving, but she could not get any sound to come out.

Kate finally looked at Yelena, shaking her head as she looked at her, and Natasha presumed that must have been the answer to Yelena’s prior question.

Natasha reached for her phone, withdrawing it from her bag as she looked down at the thing and started looking for Clint’s number where it was on speed dial.

Kate finally managed to speak as she saw Natasha pulling out the phone.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Kate asked, and Natasha shook her head slowly, feeling the anger settling deep within her as she prepared to completely chew Clint up and spit him out.

“I’m calling Clint right now. He’s going to find out about the baby and we’re all going to have a very serious discussion,” Natasha proclaimed, the boiling fury starting up underneath her skin. She was going to murder Barton when she got her hands on him, but for right now, she was going to have to settle for killing him with words.

“What baby?” Carol questioned as she entered the room alongside Darcy. Natasha sighed deeply, still focusing on calling Clint. She put it on speaker as she waited for him to answer.

“Kate Bishop is pregnant,” Yelena announced solemnly.

Darcy and Carol both froze just behind the couch, staring at Kate in complete shock.

“What,” Darcy started, just trailing off. Kate shook her head, raising her hands to try to calm the other girl down.

“Darcy, it’s not what it sounds like—”

“You told Yelena first?!” Darcy demanded.

Carol just remained completely stone-faced as she took in the entire thing. She was starting to look like Natasha had when she had first heard the news.

“I thought I was your best friend?!” Darcy demanded, her eyes wide as she gaped at Kate with utter betrayal in her gaze.

“And it’s Barton’s baby,” Yelena added in unhelpfully, and both Carol and Darcy gasped in utter horror.

Natasha growled under her breath as Clint did not answer the first time. This was only serving to take away any doubts she had about the entire situation. Why else would he avoid her call?

Carol was actually rendered speechless for once in her entire life, but there was no such luck where Darcy was concerned at least.

“CLINT FREAKING BARTON’S BABY?!!!” Darcy screeched, and Carol was still standing there with her mouth hanging open, not saying anything at all as Natasha dialed him again. He was going to answer at some point.

“Darcy, listen, don’t—”

“What happened to telling each other everything?!!! You’d be the first to know if I was full-on preggers with Thor as the baby daddy!” Darcy cried, positively beyond reason, and Kate shook her head quickly, doing her best to try to placate her somehow.

Carol seemed to snap out of her stupor at that moment, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the glasses-clad woman.

Before Carol could make any sort of comment, Clint picked up, and Yelena shushed them all as his voice came through.

“Hey, Nat… Sorry I missed you the first time. Was,” he took in a deep, tired breath before letting it out, “out working on the tractor. Thing’s busted again.”

“Natasha, please, don’t—”

Yelena reached her hand up, covering Kate’s mouth, and Kate’s eyes went wide as Yelena stared straight at Natasha, far too much interest in her eyes. Natasha, however, largely ignored the both of them, her mind concentrated on the man on the other end of the phone line.

“Do you have anything that you want to tell me before we get started?” Natasha asked patiently, a thin veil covering the fury that she was feeling right now.

How dare he betray Laura like this? How dare he impregnate Kate Bishop who was not ready for a child at this age? How dare he act so irresponsibly and stupidly when he knew better?

There were a few moments of dead silence, and Natasha remained quiet, giving him time to confess what had happened and the truth about him and Kate. He was completely quiet, but he finally spoke up.

“Nothing’s coming to mind… What’s wrong?” he dared question, and Natasha clenched her teeth before launching right in.

“Well, Kate came to talk to me and guess what she said?”

Kate shook her head, starting to try to interrupt, and Yelena shushed her once more. Kate glared at her, her nostrils flaring slightly, and Carol furrowed her brow, looking between the two as she finally managed to get with it.

“What? Kate? Is she okay? What happened?” he asked, a definitive note of heavy concern coating his voice as he asked about the girl. Natasha narrowed her eyes, irritated with his audacity to pretend like he did not have some clue about what Natasha was getting at.

“She’s pregnant.”

Clint was completely dead silent, and Natasha took that to mean that he knew he had been caught in whatever secrecy he had going.

“Y’know, Clint, kids do stupid things, I get that. But a married, grown man with kids and an amazing marriage going and throwing it all away because of a starstruck young girl, I don’t get that,” Natasha sternly informed him, nothing but icy chill in her voice as she addressed him.

“What are you talking about?” Clint questioned, sounding utterly and completely in shock.

“Stop playing dumb!” Natasha broke her cool, and everyone shifted a bit uncomfortably, not accustomed to Natasha actually being angry like this. Even Yelena looked a little bewildered at how fast things had escalated.

When Clint spoke back up, there was a definitive patience and comfort in his tone as he sounded almost as if he was trying to talk Natasha down from some sort of invisible ledge.

“Natasha, I’m not playing dumb or trying to pull one over on you or whatever, okay? I’m genuinely confused about what’s going on—”

Kate started to try to speak, and Yelena raised her hand to cover Kate’s mouth. However, just as she did, Kate suddenly licked her hand, spit coating her hand. Yelena instantly drew her hand back in complete disgust as she started wiping it furiously on her pants.

“I’m not actually pregnant!” Kate cried, interrupting everything.

Everyone froze, Clint wordless as he listened over the phone, and it was then that Natasha spotted the expression on Yelena’s face and was able to fully take it in. Yelena looked as if she had been caught doing something, and it was the expression she always got after a prank had been discovered in a manner not to her own advantage.

Furthermore, Kate’s prior horror at the beginning of this conversation was actually starting to sort of morph into something akin to intense guilt as those gorgeous gunmetal blue puppy-dog eyes showed themselves.

“What?” Natasha questioned. Her voice was impassive and level like the calm before a storm.

Honestly if this turned out to be a sick prank that Yelena had thought of— she knew Kate would never come up with something like this and had likely been roped into it somehow— she was going to kill her sister. Unfortunately for Yelena, it was looking a lot like a prank given what Kate had just said…

“Now, Little Bishop, don’t start trying to go into denial… It is what it is, and—"

“No. I don’t want any part of this prank. This isn’t what I agreed to. We said it was going to be a random guy, not Clint. Not somebody we could hurt with this,” Kate told her firmly.

Yelena just looked shocked that Kate was actually standing up to her like this. Somehow, Kate’s heroic side had come to play and had given her the courage to more fully defend herself against Yelena.

Kate looked at Natasha apologetically.

“I’m not pregnant, okay? It was a big prank that Yelena thought of, and I promise you, if I knew it was going to go in this direction and snowball like this, I would’ve never agreed. I had no idea she was going to say it was Clint’s baby, Natasha, and I’m sorry that we put you through this,” Kate expressed, and Natasha felt herself softening to Kate somewhat, the girl’s sincerity clear.

Kate would never lie to Natasha, and it was not that Yelena necessarily would lie, but Kate had a special sort of trustworthiness. Mostly because she had an awful poker face so Natasha could read every emotion like an open book.

Yelena sighed deeply, some guilt shining in her own eyes as she slowed down from the high of the fun and the drama that she had caused. She seemed to realize that she had taken it a bit too far this time, and she looked at Natasha, their eyes meeting.

“Prosti, sestra.”1

Yelena looked over to Kate, offering her an apology as well.

“I’m sorry, Kate,” Yelena said gently, and Kate nodded to her. Yelena looked at her, their eyes meeting as Yelena offered an almost sisterly softness that was just a bit beyond the words that she had uttered.

Her eyes hardened to their usual expression as she looked back in the direction of the phone.

“And I’m sorry to you, too, Barton,” she raised her voice just a bit so he could hear.

“It’s alright,” he replied simply from the other end of the line. Despite the shortness of the phrase, the words carried an acceptance and a definitive relief.

“I’ll call you back in a few, okay? Proshu proshcheniya za pospeshnyye vyvody. Eto bylo nechestno po otnosheniyu k vam,”2 Natasha apologized to him.

“No worries, Nat. Talk to you in a little bit.”

As soon as Natasha was off of the phone with Clint, she looked straight ahead at Yelena, readying herself to give the younger woman a tongue-lashing for putting everyone through such things. Kate was going to get a bit of a lecture herself, but she was going to get off somewhat easier than Yelena because she had not intended for such a big mess.

But before she could even get started into the rant, Darcy suddenly spoke up.

“This is great news!”

“How is our imminent punishment good news, Marcy?” Yelena questioned, purposefully getting her name wrong as she referenced that one Peanuts character. Darcy was so relieved and happy that she could not even think about the fact that Yelena had called her that.

“Our friendship isn’t totally a lie!”

Everyone around her just groaned tiredly.

(1) "I'm sorry, sister."

(2) "I apologize for hasty conclusions. It wasn't fair to you."

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pasmonblog · 1 year

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Broke The Camel’s Back [6 of ?]

Darcy Lewis, slightly bratty daughter of billionaire Tony Stark, gets assigned chronic bachelor Clint Barton as protection after someone threatens the Starks’ lives.

Always the wild child, Darcy isn’t about to make her bodyguard’s job any easier.

And Clint? He’s too stubborn to give up, no matter how hard she pushes.

Rating: T Tags: Canon divergent, Iron Man 2, Bodyguard AU, angst, fluff, bickering, slow burn, enemies to lovers, Relationship: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Word count: 2,839

Link: Chapter six of ??? Or start at the beginning

#taserhawk #clint x darcy #darcy lewis #My fic #sorry for the delay on this!!!

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viviennes-tears · 2 years

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Playing mind games (Loki and X Reader one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: This was requested by a friend of mine and has taken months for us to put together. We collaborated a lot on it, back and forth with ideas when we both had a lot going on as well. Now it’s officially finished after all the hard work put into it! Enjoy 😊

(In this particular one shot you will be given an undercover name due to the context of the story, but you will still be able to insert your name in it too)

Summary: You've been undercover working for SHIELD for some time getting close to the enemy. However your cover has been blown and now you have to seek protection, as well as taking on another new identity. Fury gathers the best of his Avengers for the job, but things don't go according to plan. You end up at the safe location with Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson. Can you cope living with the Gods? Will you be able to resist the trickster God's mind games?

Warnings: manipulation, mind games, smut, explicit sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, mentions of killing and Dom Loki

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It's been over a year since Loki was forced to live at the Avengers tower as punishment for his crimes in New York. He loathes the place as it's filled with insufferable beings. A Billionaire Playboy, an ex Assassin, a Witch, a Bossy Scientist and her Blabbermouth Assistant, an Old Man who doesn't like swearing, a Man who was once a Machine, a Grump Guy who has a family, another Scientist who you don't want to piss off. Of course not forgetting his Big Oaf of a brother The God of Thunder. Despite how he feels about everyone and being cooped up inside the tower 24/7, yet it still seemed like a better option compared to an Asgardian Dungeon.

What he didn't plan on was a new resident.

One late morning Bruce entered the living room followed by Tony but at a much slower pace. Tony was far too busy muttering some equations to himself, whilst carrying some sort of tech device and a screwdriver in his hands to care how long he took to arrive. He'd been working on the new device since his insomnia kept him from his night of rest. His reasoning for leaving the confinements of his lab was because Wanda had called him and Bruce up to welcome their new arrival. Although Tony didn't like being summoned whilst he was working and kept ignoring the calls, until he gave up after Natasha threatened to cut off his manhood, along with Bruce's coaxing too. Loki had heard about the threat and snickered, lighting up his own mood, as he'd been dragged away from reading quietly in his room.

Once everybody settled down Nick Fury and someone else, someone new came into their view. You. You are the stranger in the tower. Everybody's attention was drawn to you instantly, as you entered with a slight limp. You could see some questions flashing across their faces as yourself and Fury stopped in front of them.

"This is Willow Johnson, she's had a run in with the wrong crowd so to speak." Fury introduced you and gestured with his hand towards you.

"That's an understatement." You scoffed. "I've been investigating a huge lead on a SHIELD case and I was recruited especially for it given my skill set. Whilst being an agent undercover for this case the asshole I've been in close proximity with for the past year and a half...he got the upper hand. My cover has been blown wide open no thanks to a great look-alike leading me down the wrong path. He certainly could throw a decent punch too."

"Johnson has been given a Nano Mask already to help protect her true identity." This tad bit of information from Fury helped them understand how serious the situation actually is. Plus the Nano Mask hid your banged up black eye and a cut lip for the time being.

"Your real pretty face must have really gotten banged up to cover it up with that face. Or that one could be an improvement." Tony said mockingly, now that he abandoned his project for the time being. Not that he had the right to make such a rude remark this early in the game, he doesn't even know you or what you are capable of.

"What I think Tony is trying to say is, why come here now your cover is blown? All due respects." Bruce said and tried to defuse a possible bad situation before it truly began.

"While Johnson is under protection watch she'll be here for a couple of days until we can relocate her to a more remote and safe location." Fury explained in his no nonsense voice. "Romanoff, I expect you to help Johnson with her new disguise. Go over the file with her." He added and handed over said file that he pulled out of his leather coat. After all he knew she'd be best suited for the job to be beside you during the next stages.

"So, Willow Johnson isn't your real name?" Loki asked curiously from his place far from the others. He's leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. And the others have his attention, seemingly wanting to know what he's up to due to his usual lack of interest in most ongoings.

"Fury gave me Willow Johnson as part of my new identity, yes." You confirmed.

"And while Johnson's real identity will be classified, those who are to be involved besides Romanoff will be as follows...Stark, Barton and Laufeyson." Upon Loki hearing his name being called out it actually stunned him. He'd never been chosen to participate in anything before as no one trusted him before now in all honesty, and rightly so after everything he'd done before being forced to live with them. "You will each brush up on your files and remember Johnson is now your current priority, and details on the guy in the case are listed too. SHIELD is counting on you and your help." Fury said authoritatively, as he passed out the rest of the files.

"No way, am I allowing my brother to be alone on a mission!" Thor stood up abruptly from his seat in protest.

"He won't be alone, not with Stark, Barton and Romanoff present too." Fury replied and returned to your side.

"You know what I mean, Fury." Thor raised a brow as he stared at Fury seriously.

"Point Break has a point. We'll need an extra pair of eyes on Reindeer Games over there." Tony agreed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards Loki. While Jane and the rest all nodded as well in agreement.

Fury sighed heavily despite knowing already that there would be some form of protest. "Fine. Thor you're in." Then he pulled out the back up final file (just in case of the protest) from his coat and handed it to Thor. Once Thor took it Fury was called away to SHIELD's base and left them to it, until they got word of the new location.

"What's the rest of us meant to do?!" Darcy whined and huffed, as Jane gave her a petty pat on her back. Darcy had a right to complain as she too hadn't been given a huge opportunity to prove herself worth around here. Her job still entailed running out for errands and handing out the coffee to everyone, not just Jane.

"Just sit around and look pretty." Loki used the very same insult he'd received on multiple occasions in the past topped with a smug grin.

"Miss Lewis, I am sure Mr Fury has chosen the right team for this mission, even if I have my own doubts towards Mr Laufeyson's participation in all of this." Vision spoke for the first time after logically pondering over the situation.

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Two hours later

F.R.I.D.A.Y announced that Tony expected you, Clint, Natasha, Thor and Loki to gather in the meeting room immediately. By now Tony thought everyone should have had enough time to read over their files and get their bearings together. Once you were all seated with Tony remaining on his feet at the head of the table the meeting began.

"This Ferguson guy doesn't seem all that threatening. We've faced far worse." Tony said and looked towards Loki as an example.

"Hey, I had my reasons!" Loki argued, as Tony pulled up files from F.R.I.D.A.Y's database.

"Yeah, reasons which had my brains scrambled!" Clint complained angrily.

"Watch your tongue mortal!" Loki spat at him and pointed a finger his way.

"Enough!" Natasha complained and rolled her eyes, while the entire time you just sat there looking between them all. You'd heard about what happened here in New York on the news at the time and clearly no one was going to be over it any time soon. Not that you could blame them.

The meeting carried on more smoothly and it seemed like you were finally getting somewhere with the plan. Although, keeping the peace between everyone clearly wasn't going to last long, especially because Loki had to speak up again due to Thor's lack of incapability to follow along.

"Yes, all well and good, but what does it mean?" Thor asked, looking very puzzled.

"In simple terms brother, we beat him at his own game." Loki belittled his older brother and mocked his lack of intelligence as usual.

"Oi, watch your mouth!" Thor objected.

You rubbed your temples a bit trying to ease the tension in your mind. Also you felt as though the rest of the Avengers already began to regret Thor being on their team, as the dreaded thoughts of the brothers bickering will no doubt be a common reoccurrence. Although, it wasn't to say the entire team up will be argument free with or without Thor and Loki's bickering, you imagined nothing would be pain sailing with anyone.

"Be quiet, the pair of you until the end of the meeting!" Natasha said firmly.

"I am a God and I'll do as I please." Loki felt the need to have one up on them again.

"For fuck sake, don't pull that card out again for another bloody week. No make that four." Tony said and caused a snigger to come from Clint.

Despite Loki's internal voice screamed at him to interrupt again any further stupid comments from Thor or jeer him further, he decided to keep quiet all together. Not because they told him to, but because he wanted to be quiet. There's a difference. However he was intently listening and paying close attention to every detail, while the clogs were turning in his brain as he analysed everything. Occasionally you caught a glimpse of him staring at you, which you tried to brush off and focus on the meeting instead.

However, as the meeting just got into full swing an overpowering blast disrupted everything and F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed an attack on the tower. Then Steve barged into the meeting room breathlessly commanding you all to get out and fast. Ferguson had found you, you hadn't a doubt about it, but how? He had no idea what your new disguise looked like. Then again he has connections and he knows now that you've been working for SHIELD all this time. This means obviously he had someone check out any leads that could tell him of your whereabouts.

Steve soon returned to helping the others to ensure yourself, Tony, Nat, Clint, Thor and Loki would escape. Due to the haste speed everyone was running around at Tony and the others grabbed everything they possibly could carry in such short notice. Meanwhile you struggled with your limp while trying to keep up and dodge any oncoming attacks. In fact along Your way behind the others you tripped up because your damn limp failed you. Loki managed to quickly react with his magic to block an oncoming piece of the tower's structure from crushing you while you were down. Then with a groan and a swipe of his hands at a force the piece of the tower was flung over your head and away from you. But before you could even attempt to get up Loki scooped you up in his arms and carried you out of there.

Loki and yourself were the last to board the quinjet and with Tony's impatient attitude Loki tossed you carelessly into a seat before seating himself down opposite you. Once everyone was buckled in Natasha got the quinjet up into the air to flee from the crumbling tower. As the sight of the tower grew smaller the further away you got, Tony massaged his temples as he tried to suppress his anger. It didn't feel long ago since the tower had been rebuilt after Loki and his Chitauri army wreaked havoc on it, including the other resounding buildings, because in all reality it wasn't long at all.

Suddenly an incoming call alerted everyone in the quinjet, but no one seemed to be bothered about answering it. That was until Clint ended up unbuckling himself from his seat to answer the call. Not that he could blame Natasha, as she was too busy trying to swerve past buildings and trying to lose another craft, which was vastly approaching from behind. Albeit Tony could have easily answered as he was close enough to the controls, and yet neither yourself or the Gods would answer, as the three of you were arguing over who's fault it was about being chased. Also arguing who's fault it was as to why you and Loki were late getting onboard.

"Looks like the tower wasn't a good place after all." Came Fury's voice over the sound system.

"You think!?" Tony spat angrily.

"Not now Stark! Get Johnson to safety, that's all that matters...." an explosion behind the quinjet disrupted the connection for a brief moment and it ceased the arguing. "We're sending encrypted coordinates to the safe site." Fury said.

"How secure is this place?" Thor asked on Tony's behalf.

"More than enough compared to where you are now, and any other radio communications will be cut off once you pass the threshold in-listed in the encryption. Any information will be sent by hand due to the circumstances. Remember to stick to the plan......." the connection between Fury was cut off abruptly mid sentence.

"Perfect, just perfect!" Tony yelled whilst hitting his closed fists into the controls and pressing several buttons.

The random button pressing set off alarms and several blinking lights began to go on and off like crazy right across the control panel. Then to add salt to the wound just as Natasha flew them over the edge of Manhattan the quinjet was hit badly. The forcefield was down no thanks to Tony's childish move, while the impact caused Clint to fall to the hard floor, you and the others jolted forwards in your seats. Luckily your seatbelts saved you from the worst, but you seemed to be the only one to suffer from whiplash. You cursed under your breath as you held your hand to the back of your neck, you clearly couldn't catch a break.

"Hold onto something, I've got to put her into the water!" Natasha yelled over the now blaring sounds of the alarms and the sounds of the quinjet ripping apart, along with the blazing fire to one of the jet's engines.

Clint couldn't make it back to his seat on time, so he grabbed onto anything solid he could within reach. You had to let go of your neck and grip your seatbelt tightly with one hand, and the other onto the side of your chair, as well as closing your eyes to await the impending landing. Both Thor and Loki did the same as you expect, their eyes are open, whereas Tony gripped onto a handle above his head with one hand and the edge of the control panel with the other. Meanwhile Natasha was doing her best to land safely.

The quinjet was plummeting down fast, nose first, but the craft that had fired at you just sent off another shell. It ended up causing more damage which ultimately smashed through the other engine. There wasn't anything else left to do other than to press the emergency eject button, because Natasha could no longer keep the quinjet in enough control for a safe landing. So she slammed on the eject seat button and everyone was shot up and out of the quinjet. The upward force of the ejection made you scream and as the parachute opened on the way down was when you finally stopped screaming. It was only then that you felt brave enough to open your eyes. As you looked around you got to see the quinjet collide into the Statue of Liberty where it remained lodged inside from the waist point of Lady Liberty. The others seemed to be lower to the water than you. Yet you got to see the other craft land safely nearby.

As your ejected seat reaches the water you unbuckle your seatbelt and get right into the freezing cold water. You had to keep your head above the water the best you could, because you couldn't allow your Nano Mask to short circuit, especially not this early in the game. While you struggled to swim with the pain in your leg and the coldness of the water, you knew you had to push through and get on dry land. The water was too much of a venerable place to be and whilst being out in the open. When you were nearly on land you could see Natasha fighting off some of Ferguson's men, with Clint closely behind her with his arrows on hand. Whereas Tony was scrambling to duck for cover for the time being, until he could call out another suit, because the water damaged the one he bought with him. Of course Thor was acting as Tony's backup and holding off against Ferguson's men. Although you couldn't see Loki at all, it was as if he'd disappeared.

After you got on land you joined in with the fight the best you could, coming face to face with some of the tough guys who used to be your bodyguards. They were your body guards because of your once 'delicate flower' persona you embraced while you worked undercover on the inside. Ferguson likes women who are the stereotypical damsel in distress and needs to be protected, your bargaining chip to get in and do your job. However you're the complete opposite to a delicate flower, it took a lot of commitment to keep up the facade, only in the end there were too many cracks to cover up. Despite what happened when you were on the inside you actually learnt a fair few things including all of their weaknesses, where it hurt the most with each of the men you came up against. However one of the men you came up against managed to punch you in the face before you could dodge the blow.

"Johnson, get out of here!" Tony yelled, as he rose into the air with his newly called suit and joined in with the fight.

You obeyed Tony's instructions as you felt the Nano Mask start to glitch, which to any onlooker it just thankfully looked like facial tics. Thanks to Tony and the others you manage to escape even though you were still moving around uneasy. You soon managed to slip down an abandoned alleyway filled with industrial sized bins and other crap. It made do for now so you could check over your Nano Mask. You had to remove it to be able to see the full extent of the damage, luckily it wasn't all that bad, and you managed to fix it temporarily by hand. It would need a much more thorough look over along with the right tools once out of this alleyway. At least the glitch stopped for now temporally and you quickly reapplied the mask back over your face. Also, this time gave you a chance to rest until you all could get to the safe location. A little while later you began to hear a rustling and you jumped up into a fighting pose.

"At ease Johnson." Loki chuckled at your fighting pose.

"Loki....where are the others?" You ask, as you lower your balled up fists.

"They are indisposed at the moment. Come, we can't stay here." He demanded you to follow him.

"Where did you go? After we reached land you disappeared." You asked, as you came into step with him.

"I went to retrieve something." He said bluntly.

"Specifically what?" You ask snootily, as you've not liked his attitude since you've known him, which hasn't been for very long.

"That's none of your concern right now...we have to keep moving." He replied.

"It is of my concern...."

"Fine!" Loki grumbles and stops walking to face you. "I went to collect this..." he then holds up his hand palm facing upwards, and a precious Cherry Blossom brooch appears in the center of his palm from his pocket dimension. The floral design was made of pink gold and glass enamel, with Akoya pearls. "It belonged to my Mother. She had the flower cast in this form after it landed on my leg when I was a child. I sat in her lap under the tree while she read to me. A keepsake, a memory we shared." You were surprised by his story and by how honest he was being considering you hadn't known him for very long.

"Why would you bring it with you?" You asked curiously, as you tried to reach for it, but Loki was quick to return it to his pocket dimension.

"I always carry it with me. Now I must insist that we move." Loki then pushes past you and continues walking ahead at a fast pace.

"Why did you lose it in the first place? I mean you just puffed that out of thin air." You ask, as you catch up with him again.

"Stop asking questions, you're beginning to irritate me." He growled with annoyance.

"I'm irritating?! You're an ass!" You snapped back.

As yourself and Loki exit the abandoned alleyway and begin walking down the street in silence Ferguson himself suddenly begins running down the street towards you both. You felt a tug on your wrist and then you were being dragged in the opposite direction. You tried your best to keep up but your limp was slowing you down. Loki knew that too and he couldn't afford to waste more time. So once he knew there was enough distance between you two and Ferguson, Loki stopped abruptly, then he threw you over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Despite your protests he carried you as he ran. However, Ferguson pulled out a handgun and began firing as he kept running on behind, causing Loki to cast a protection spell around the pair of you. As Loki rounded the next turn he saw Thor was at the other end with Mjolnir spinning fast just before release. Luckily Thor noticed Loki approaching and met with him halfway. Loki forced you into Thor before he turned to face Ferguson with his magic glowing around his hands.

"GO!" Loki yelled, as he wielded his magic and sent Ferguson flying to the ground for now at least.

Thor only nodded his head in response, yet he didn't give you any time to even catch a breath before he scooped you up with one arm and used Mjolnir to fly you both out of there. It wasn't until much later when Loki turned up at the safe location (where Thor took you alone), he looked a bit disheveled and worn out. The extent of his injuries were scares as far as you could tell, apart from the cut above his right brow. Well from now on it was just the three of you, as Tony thought you had a better chance getting there with Thor as your escort. Not that he ever thought Loki would carry on with the mission and take pride in being a part of something.

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Two months later

You and Loki are at it again. His big mouth could not be kept closed, hence why you began this dance of skilled movements and weapons clanging together. He purposely said and did things just to piss you off for his entertainment, most of the time you gave him smart mouth right back, only getting physical in the training room. Living with Loki wasn't easy, actually living with him and Thor wasn't easy, but Loki pushed your buttons the most.

"You're terrible when it comes to most basic Midgardian things. " Loki smirked.

"Shut your gob!" You hissed only to receive a sly grin in return, almost like a promise that there is more where that came from.

You pushed your sword against his and forced him back a few steps, until both your blades met once more in a metal clang. You both then continued to move strategically about the space. Loki's graceful but powerful at the same time, an interesting opponent, but he has a weakness just the same as anyone. The simple thought about finding out what Loki's weakness might be made you all the more determined to find out, after all this wasn't the first fight you've gotten into with the devious God.

"Honestly, how does one expect to function properly on this dreadful planet?" Loki dared to provoke the bear again, as swords kept swinging and swishing through the air, before being followed by more clanging sounds as they met.

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" You say, as you duck out of the way and swerve around him, but he's quick on the up keep of your foot work.

"If I were to be silent you'd only be bored of the sound of my brother's voice, trust me, after hearing the same stories for the thousandth time it gets tedious." He said with a tiresome tone and mock yawned in the moment of rest in the fight.

"At least he doesn't insult me." You replied before going back in for another attack.

Loki anticipated your move and gained the upper hand by blocking your attack. Your sword went under his arm and it didn't harm him in any way, then he swiftly swiped his right leg and knocked you off balance, his action barely gave any lean way for you to stop him. The next thing you knew was he had you pinned to the ground under the weight of his body. His dagger appeared in his hand suddenly then he pressed its cool blade firmly to your throat, as his other hand kept your sword at bay above your head. "You never learn," he chuckled darkly.

You sigh and roll your (e/c) eyes dramatically at the God of Mischief. A good enough distraction for you to free a leg from under him, allowing yourself the space to knee him hard in his crown jewels. The instant impact of your knee caused Loki to groan and roll off of you. He lay there clutching at the pain between his legs while you got back up onto your feet.

"When will you learn not to gloat so much?" You said triumphantly.

Only your victory didn't last long as Loki dissipated quickly into a shimmer of green, which made you realise at some point without your knowledge Loki had you fighting against a clone of himself. However you weren't quick enough to get out of the real Loki's way, as he came up from behind you. He trapped you with his left arm tightly holding you against his firm frame and like his clone he held a dagger to your throat with the other hand.

"Maybe one day you will beat me or at the very least beg for my mercy." Loki whispered seductively which sent a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure if it was the pleasurable way he spoke or simply that the breeze swept in through the open window. Although if you had more time to think about it you would have gone with the latter.

Before you could form a coherent argument his breath fanned across the back of your neck, as he tried to calm his breathing after your fight, before he disappeared all together. He left you covered in sweat from your fight and a strange warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that threatened to travel downwards. So you took a moment to compose yourself, albeit you failed to keep yourself in control of your body. These feelings made you angry at yourself, but more importantly angry at Loki. Shortly thereafter you stomped over to the sword rack and disarmed yourself, before you stripped yourself of your training gear. Once you left the training room with your gear in your arms Thor came strolling along the hall with his large heavy foot fall.

"Did my brother bother you again?" Thor asked, after pulling on your arm to get you to stop to speak to him. His grip was rather tight around your upper arm, without meaning to be because sometimes his gifted strength doesn't always occur to him when it comes to manhandling mortals.

"He's such a prick!" You complained and yanked your arm in order to get Thor to release you. He did without hesitation and hoped he didn't hurt you.

"Surely the two of you can find some common ground?" He asked optimistically.

"Unlikely." You huffed and carried on your way.

Once you were in the confinements of your room you slammed the door closed and kept your hands against the wood, as you took a few calming breaths to calm your nerves and gain some control over yourself. Despite Loki getting on your nerves it didn't help matters when there's been no news from SHIELD for over three and a half weeks. No news on Ferguson's whereabouts, no news about how long you're going have to live with the bickering brothers.

When you consider yourself to be reasonably calmer you pushed off from the door and began to strip off your sweat covered clothes. You needed to be rid of them as they also smelt of Loki, and you couldn't stand the feeling of the material clinging to your body any longer. As you were stripped down to your knickers and bra you headed to your en-suite where you ran yourself a hot bath. You added more than a generous amount of bubble bath to the water as the tub filled up. After the bath was full and the taps were off the remaining items of clothing soon hit the titled flooring. Then you process to climb in and you snack down into the delightful warmth, even some of the water spilt over the top as you got in, due to you letting it get dangerously full to the top. You felt engulfed by the warm bubbly water which began to loosen and destress your limbs. You allowed the feeling to over take and you closed your eyes to enjoy it.

"You look peaceful, my dear." Loki's dark sinful voice jolted you up from your sloughed position and your eyes flew open too. You felt grateful for the amount of bubbles there were as they kept you covered, and it was lucky you hadn't yet removed your Nano Mask either, because still to this day no one had seen you without it, just like they shouldn't for everyone's safety.

"What the fuck, Loki?!" You chastised.

He let out a chuckle that matched his dark sinful voice, as he gazed down at you from where he sat on the edge of the bath, and had one leg crossed over the other. His clothes had changed to a simple black v neck t shirt and tight dark blue jeans. You could even smell how refreshed he in fact is after your fight. His scent was strong, that was for sure.

"I merely came to apologise for provoking you. Although I did find it rather amusing." He said with a slight upwards curl to one side of his mouth.

"Couldn't your lame apology have waited until I was out and dressed?" You hissed.

"Nope! I would have missed this delightful sight." He chuckled and ducked his head down in perfect timing, right before the bottle of bubble bath could hit him in the head.

"GET OUT!" You yelled and used your foot to kick water up at him, which caused his amused face to get wiped away with the water. However he was quick to grab hold of your ankle and you slid down almost completely under the water, while the bubbles still did their job of covering all your intimate parts. Also the water is just about a hair's width away from short circuiting your Nano Mask.

"Honestly after I came to apologise this is what I get for my troubles." He scoffed and his grip on your ankle became tighter. "You're lucky that's all my intentions were, Johnson." Loki then disappeared again in a shimmer of green, and your leg dropped back into the bath with a splash once his grip on your ankle was gone.

Something about his words made you shiver again and the bath no longer felt as warm as it once did either. So you made quick work of bathing before you pulled the plug and dried off. You slipped on some comfy grey joggers and matching hoodie forgoing any knickers or bra, as you did not care enough to do so. Comfort was what you needed right now. Then you lay back on your bed staring up at the ceiling and trying to pretend like Loki hadn't made you shiver, while trying to deny the delightfulness that came from the way he spoke.

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The following afternoon you found Loki lounging on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea on the coffee table. Whilst Thor wore headphones with a mic included, as he held his controller firmly with his thumbs briskly and furiously battling against the enemy in his game. Nothing unusual. Of course Thor didn't acknowledge your presents as you walked to the kitchen, he was too busy anyway with his game. Yet Loki did glance up at you for a second before his eyes returned to his page. It didn't bother you in the slightest though, as to be quite honest you preferred it that way anyway.

"No you bloody imbecile....get the sword....NO,NO!" Thor complained into the mic to his online teammate.

"Thor, what did I say about talking while I'm reading?" Loki grumbled.

"Then leave brother.....NO! Thanks a lot Loki he just killed me, now I have to restart this level. Oh shut up you little weasel!" Thor split talks between Loki and shrilly complained to his online teammate.

"I'm not joking, Thor! Cut it out!" Loki shouted and sat up abruptly, then with a flick of his wrist a frying pan flew past you without you noticing and across the living room, then it struck Thor across the back of the head. Although it wasn't hard enough to knock him out. Luckily.

What seemed at first like a nice family setting soon turned upside down as Thor abandoned his place, controller and headphones just before launching at Loki. Due to his head on attack and the brute force the sofa tipped up, causing both himself and Loki to topple back with the sofa. The sound of the commotion startled you and you ran towards it to find the brothers wrestling on the floor, the sofa collapsed on its side, tea seeping into the rug while its once resided cup now lies cracked and chipped, torn pages from Loki's book and that didn't even begin to cover the chaos the room is in now.

"STOP IT, STOP IT!" You yelled, but neither of them stopped. Seeing them fight was a regular occurrence and more violently compared to when you fought with Loki in the training room.

Usually they would stop when you yelled at them, but not today. They just ignored you and continued to spit out insults at each other, as they wrestled and made more of a mess, you realised for once you'd have to get physically involved too. So you quickly ran over to the tv to unplug everything and make Thor lose his unsaved place in the game. A gamer's worst nightmare.

"Nooooo!" Thor breathlessly groaned, as he recognised the sound of the tv giving out power when it was unplugged. His attack on Loki had stopped finally and allowed Loki to wiggle himself free from underneath him.

"Serves you right." Loki said breathlessly, as tidied himself up from their wrestling match once he got back onto his feet.

"Why?" Thor said, as he slumped down onto his knees in front of the tv and his hands reaching up and around to hug the inanimate object.

"Why?! Why don't you act your age and not your shoe size? Both of you? Clean up this mess right now. You're lucky that your punishment isn't worse." You said angrily and you wondered why Princes of Asgard didn't know discipline as well as they ought to know.

Loki left Thor to do all the work as usual, blaming it all on him for the mess in the first place. Despite how firm you were you couldn't make Loki do anything, it had to be on his terms and his alone, thus annoying you to no end. Immediately after vacating the room and leaving Thor to the cleaning, you returned to making your cup of tea.

"Hmmmm...I do like this authoritative side of you darling." Loki's voice huskily whispered in your ear from behind you suddenly, whilst his hands lightly brushed up and down your bare arms. You felt your body tremor from his touch which you didn't like how easily your body was betraying you. Then again it has been a long time since you were touched so intermittently. Even if his touch was barely intermit compared to how and where you ached to be touched.

"I know it's not easy living under the same roof, but I'd appreciate it if we could keep the house orderly." You said in a reasonably collective voice, and you elbowed him in the ribs to get him to stop, which he did but he didn't step back.

"It's not like we don't ever fight." Loki's voice seemingly unchanging.

"That's different." You say defensively, as you spin around to face him, his face close to your own.

"In what way is it different?" He asked with an eyebrow raised curiously.

"Well for one we only physically fight in the training room, and two we don't have the many years of baggage you undoubtedly have with Thor." You shrug.

"True, but you have to admit you enjoy our little fights." He says before pressing himself against you, causing you to be caged between his arms and your back pressed against the kitchen worktop. You even had to crane your head back to look him in the eye because of how close he is."Nor can you deny the thrill of it running through your entire body."

"What's thrilling about being insulted nearly on a daily basis, and being treated as inferrer just because there's a God who needs an attitude adjustment under the same roof?" You refuse to give up so easily as it's not in your nature, despite how much your body wants to give in.

"It is merely...how do you mortals say? Banter? Banter to pass the time." His voice is playful yet still a husky whisper and his eyes never weaving away from yours. Although, you hold your breath as Loki tucks your hair behind one ear, and he allows his middle finger to follow the outline of your face.

"Lo-"

"Willow!" Thor suddenly yelled and caused Loki to disappear from right under your nose.

You sighed heavily with relief. These feelings inside you were becoming stronger and you were unsure how long he'd play this game, because that's all you could call this between you two. After all he said it's banter to pass the time.

As you went to see what Thor was up to now you realised it was an undercover SHIELD agent heading towards the house. You knew it was a SHIELD agent because of the distinct red suit they wore that was mentioned would be worn according to the last letter. The agent dropped off the letter and sat in the living room with a glass of water and waited until the letter was read. Thor and yourself took it in turns reading the letter. It stated that Ferguson had fallen off SHIELD's radar and expressed concern that the three of you keep your eyes peeled.

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Three weeks later

For one night you wanted to have a normal sit down family meal, even though you aren't Thor and Loki's family. You just missed the idea of having a proper sit down at a dining table with a home cooked meal. So you spent a good portion of the afternoon trying and failing to make an edible meal. Loki was alerted to the kitchen because of the blaring sound of the fire alarm, along with the smoke and burnt smell wafting out. As he stepped in he found you cursing and screaming at the burnt food that you pulled out of the oven. He chuckled at your misfortune as he walked over to you, but he stopped short a few steps when you glared at him.

"I told you, you're terrible when it comes to most basic Midgardian things." Loki said cheekily.

"I suppose you can do better?" You ask with your hands on your hips. Loki smiled and flicked his wrist. All of your hard failed work vanished and was replaced by a delicious spread. You shoved him out of annoyance, but you thanked him anyway under your breath.

Despite how irritably Loki still got under your skin, you knew since getting to know him you developed some admiration for him, more specifically his fighting skills inspired you, as did his intelligence challenge your own. On the other hand it was clear something had shifted between you both, whatever this might be and in such a short time. Not that your mind would allow you to admit anything, again regardless of how much your body was fighting against your rational thoughts. Then again innocuously you'd been teasing him with the subtle ways you walked or bent over as he walked in on you. Although, he kept messing with your mind with his silver tongue speaking of naughty and explicit things he wanted to do to you.

It wasn't long until the three of you sat at the dining table ready for the 'family meal.' Loki sat opposite you, the perfect place to keep his eyes on you, and throughout the entire meal he made inappropriate gestures/innuendoes towards you. Gestures/innuendoes that Thor was oblivious to thankfully. However, Loki knew what it was doing to you, to your body without even touching you. You silently cursed him in your mind for lightening the fire in your belly and the ache between your thighs. What you didn't know was Loki could hear your thoughts and it made him chuckle to himself.

After the meal you felt Loki following you to your room, but you weren't sure what his intentions were this time. However, you didn't have to wait long as he soon caught up to you with his long legs. Then you felt his hands on your waist within seconds of him approaching from behind. He quickly spun you around and pushed you against the wall, his body firmly keeping you against it with his hands on either side of your head.

"You wore my colours to dinner." Loki said seductively.

"You were being inappropriate at dinner." You replied cockily and poked his chest.

"What did you expect, darling? Seeing you in such a sexy little number and in my colours..." he trailed off as he bit into the side of your neck which caused you to gasp. "You keep teasing me with your voluptuous curves of late." He added before licking at the bite mark left on your skin and made you feel a little tingly, more so as he began to suck and open mouth kiss your neck and shoulder. His hands on your waist and digging his fingers into you.

"And you keep talking sinfully to me." You say breathlessly.

"Hummm...what kind of sinful things do I say?" Loki asks, as he abandons his attack on your neck and shoulder to look you in the eyes. He knows full well that you enjoy these moments you have together, as things have been heating up more and more recently.

"You say things like, I want to feast upon you until you milk my face." You reply, as Loki lightly traces his fingertips over your collarbone while his other hand remains on your waist.

"Perhaps you'll like this one too...I want you on your knees sucking my godly sized cock, until I'm teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. At that point I would force you onto my bed, tear away your clothing, leaving you vulnerable underneath me and let my hands explore every inch of your gorgeous body. I would attack you with my mouth and make you beg for more." Loki knew how to paint a picture for you.

"Then what?" You dared to ask. Your mind turning to mush and slowly caving to his wicked tongue, to his will.

"Then my dear I will fuck your brains out, even after you pass out from being overstimulated I will keep fucking you. I will keep using your pretty body until I am done, spurting my load into your little cunt before I plug it up inside you. You won't be able to remove it until I say so, because when you come to I want you to feel every drop of my seed inside of you, and to feel how much I've been saving up for you." Loki's words made you tremble and your breathing became shallow. Also, you could feel pressed up against your thigh just how much he was enjoying being close to you.

"I want you." You say and grab hold of the front of his shirt.

"Not tonight." You wanted to whine in protest, but Loki put his index finger over your lips to hush you before you could let out even a small sound. He has you where he wants you.

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The next morning you find Loki sitting comfortably at the control panel, as he monitors the ongoings within a 15 mile radius of the house and its surroundings. You spot an empty cup that has a small trace of what was his tea nearby. Although, you don't stand by the door for long before slipping into the room unnoticed, or so you thought you had. However Loki heard you nonetheless with his sharp hearing, albeit he still acted surprised, as you 'made your presents known.' Then you begin to massage his shoulders and you could feel him relax under your touch, more so as he leans back into the chair and closes his eyes.

"Loki?" You ask softly, as you continue to massage his shoulders.

"Hum?" He hums deeply.

"There-there's been this constant back and forth thing between us, so what is it exactly?" You were dying to know what this all means. How he feels.

"What do you mean?" Loki asks, as he opens his eyes to look up to you.

"I mean..." you stop massaging him and come around the chair as he follows you around with his eyes. "What are we to each other?" You gesture between the two of you with your hand.

"Have I been contemplating about there being an us, if that's what you're asking?" He asked with ease. You simply nod your head in response. "At first...at first I could never have imagined being in a relationship with a mortal, a Midgardian of all things. Now I am surrounded by Midgardians on a daily basis, I have grown accustomed to some of your strange ways....what I am saying is...you were a test."

"A what?!" You asked laced in anger.

"A test. I wanted to see what works best when wooing a Midgardian. I mean you're not the only female I see since being at this safe location. All of us have gone out from time to time in our disguises for food and other essentials, of course you've only been out whenever Thor or I have been present....but what I am saying is I've met someone. I like her a lot and if it wasn't for this other girl it would be you." Loki explains.

You slap Loki hard across his beautiful face. "You son of a bitch! Don't ever test your wooing theories on me ever again!" You then storm out and leave Loki in a bad mood.

You'd finally let your guard completely down and that's when you find that your mind was right all along. You shouldn't have let him get close.

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As frustrated as you are after what Loki had said earlier to you, you decided to get revenge. Revenge for all those times Loki made you weak at the knees and for allowing him to mess with your mind. As if making you believe he wanted more, that he wanted a relationship with you. In the end you came up with the idea of inviting Thor on a date to the local restaurant. You'd been there before with the brothers as a ploy to make the locals believe you're a normal group of people. So tonight you hoped would go well in order to take your mind off of Loki. Despite how hesitant Thor was when you asked, as it would be his first date since Jane dumped him, he felt flattered nonetheless that you asked.

Once you were ready to go out you grabbed Thor's hand and snuck out as quietly as you could. Only thing was Loki was in fact on his way back from his walk when he heard footsteps up ahead. He hid behind a nearby tree and watched you hand in hand with Thor walking up the long driveway, before becoming small dots disappearing from his sight altogether. Seeing you with his brother made Loki angry and he ended up sitting on the sofa in the dark until your return.

Later Thor kissed you goodnight at the bottom of the stairs before he left for his room alone. The date went fine, but you hadn't forgotten about Loki. He was constantly on your mind, not just tonight but 24/7. He had some sort of spell on you without the use of magic. Just like you'd said the night before to Loki, you wanted him and revenge wasn't so sweet. The problem now was Loki didn't want you. He used you.

Slowly out from the shadows Loki appears from where he'd been sitting since you left. His hands shoved into his dark blue jeans and a hurt expression on his face. You never expected to see such an expression on his face nor for it to tug at your heart strings. The pair of you just stood there for a while without exchanging any words.

"Thor is courting you now?" Loki eventually asked in a small voice with his head hung low.

"I-I wouldn't say courting, no. It was one date." You replied in the same small voice.

"Will there be another date though?" His brows frown and his eyes look up at you, almost as if he was a puppy who was trying to look cute after getting into trouble.

"I-I don't know, maybe?" You shrug and Loki nods his head once in understanding.

"Right well...goodnight Willow." Loki said and began to pass you heading for the stairs behind you. He'd never called you Willow before, only ever Johnson not that it was your name, but it was the only one he knew.

"Loki, wait!" You catch his wrist before he can ascend the stairs. He pauses in his tracks, but he doesn't turn to face you. "Did you really mean it when you said you met someone and I was a test?" Your voice was a little shaky by this point.

"What if I did and you were?" He said, as he felt your fingers slip away from his wrist.

"Then congratulations, you've-you've made me feel something for you and you hurt me in the process. If you lied then you're a coward and you're nothing like the man-God who takes what he wants." You felt tears pricking your eyes and you will yourself to keep it together.

Loki swallowed hard then turned to look at you finally. "Fine, I-I did lie to you. I am a coward. I lied because-because I was scared. Scared I could never be good enough for you. I killed your kind, their blood is on my hands. For what I have done hasn't been forgotten by me nor anyone else. This mission is meant to prove some sort of point of my rehabilitation and a chance to prove that I am worthy enough like Thor and the others. I am trying to change...I don't enjoy hurting people. I-I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to. Least of all I didn't want to hurt you, but I did to protect myself from being hurt first." This was only the second time he'd been completely honest with you since you'd met.

"At first I was protecting myself from you because deep down I knew you'd hurt me, but I let you do it anyway....everything you said made me feel things I haven't in a long time, feeling your caresses made me crave more and I do. I meant it when I said I wanted you...what happened in New York is not who you are now. You've not killed anyone since. It wasn't your fault. In time they will see who you really are...but you're not the only one who's had to hurt people, had to kill. I don't enjoy it either. Ferguson made me. I haven't felt like myself in a long time, being in his company made me forget my true self. I had to blow my cover. I knew what I was doing when I followed his look-alike. I'm not stupid, I had to get out." You confessed and finally allowed yourself to cry. Your Nano Mask glitched a little from your tears.

Loki breaches the small distance between you both to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears with his thumbs. Your confession only proved the fact he has more in common with you than he thought, and with the new information makes him only want to protect you. Sure it's been his job, but now he wants to protect you not because he has to. He gently presses his forehead to yours and he smiles at you. In return you stop crying and you smile back at him.

Suddenly you feel light, if only for a short moment. As you pull away slightly you notice Loki has teleported you to his bedroom. Then you feel his lips crash against yours, his eyes closed as he kisses you gently, and he holds you tightly by your waist. You soon follow suit, closing your eyes and kissing Loki back in the same manner.

"What's your real name?" Loki asks after your lips part.

"Y/N," you reply without hesitation. You want to be yourself again more than anything in this world, you want to be honest with him and to be with him. So much so you remove your Nano Mask. Now he can finally see you.

"Y/N," he repeats and pulls you closer, tightening his arms around you and kisses you. "My dearest Y/N. Y/N, my love, I promise I will never hurt you again." You kiss him back harder than before and he is quick to return the passion.

Soon thereafter Loki walks you back towards his bed where he falls down on top of you, because you pull him down onto the bed with you. He groans into your mouth as you massage his scalp and nape of his neck. Yet he doesn't let you for very long, as he rips open your dress and kisses across your collarbone, then down to the top of your cupped breasts. Next he unclips your bra from the front then he trails his hand down the channel between your breasts, and stops at cupping your left breast. He looks you in the eyes as if to see if there's any hesitation behind them, but he finds none. You pull him back down to kiss his lips, already haven proven he kisses better than his brother.

Then you rub your foot up and down his leg underneath his jeans, before you pull his hand away from your breast, in order for you to sit up and rip his shirt open. Buttons went flying everywhere, both of you breathing heavily now too. Both of you close your eyes and kiss harder, tongues finally getting to explore each other's mouth in the process. As you're both kneeling on the bed kissing, you feel his hands squeeze your bum, causing you to moan and wanting him to keep touching you. His fingers soon hooked around the waistband of your knickers, then ripped them clean off and threw the pieces over the side of the bed. Then he removes the scraps of your dress and bra completely off of your body to join the torn knickers. You're quick to fiddle with his belt and eagerly get into his jeans and reach inside. You gasp upon feeling his semi hard-on in your hand. You already knew he was big from when he was pressed against your thigh the night before, but you had to see exactly how big. Loki chuckled as you yanked his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Your comical eyes staring at his assets was delightful.

As Loki kissed you again he pushed you back down. He then struggled but eventually kicked off his jeans completely. Both of you explored the other's body with hands and mouths, tangling up your limbs in a different way to when you both fought together in the training room. When Loki kissed down the length of your body again you couldn't help but tremor, you were his entirely. You gasped as he latched onto your clit with his hot mouth. He then hooked your legs over his shoulders and kissed each thigh before licking your wet folds. He was finally feasting upon you as he said he would, all you had to do was let him until you milked his face. Which as it turns out wasn't long until you came on his face. Loki groaned and slurped up as much of your juices as he could and continued to push you over the edge again.

After you cum twice on his tongue and face he let you have a break and he relaxed his jaw. When you were ready you turned on your side and used two fingers to walk down his chest, then followed the hairy trail from his navel downwards, taking his length into your hand. You began to pump his length at a steady rhyme and enjoyed the feeling of him hardening further in your hand. Then you straddled over his legs, giving yourself plenty of room to work with, as you kitten licked the tip of his cock. As you take the head into your mouth Loki hisses and grabs the bed cover tightly. He watches you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, a beautiful sight to behold before his eyes roll back. You bob up and down on his cock right up until he's teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. At which point he pushes you off and pins you down. You see his lust hooded eyes stare at you, while both of you breath heavily, you end up beckoning him closer with a swipe of your tongue over your lips. He kisses you and his grip tightens around your wrists. You feel his cock teasing your pussy lips as his tongue dives into your mouth. Luckily you manage to free a leg and push your heel into his arse to force him inside your warm wet quim. The kiss broke instantly and you both groaned at the feeling of Loki being inside of you. He waits for you as you accommodate to his godly size, once you nod your approval he begins to move.

At first Loki's rhyme is steady and loving, that is until you snap your hips up, causing both of you to moan in time and it sets him off. Loki picks up the pace at a rapid speed, his heavy balls slapping against you and you feel the blood start to cut off in your wrists. Ever so slightly he then changes up the angle and you find him deeper than before, almost as if you could feel him in your stomach. But the feeling of him repeatedly hitting your g-spot made your toes curl. The sounds from both of you bounced off the walls while the bed rocked and hits against the wall repeatedly.

"OH GOD! LOKIIIII, YES, YES, YES! FUCK ME!" You yelled before cumming hard, squeezing him for all he's worth and your whole body shook.

"AH, Y/N! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" Loki cried your name like a mantra as he came deep inside of you. His seed thickly coating your walls as he kept spurting into you.

Eventually you both collapsed in a sweaty heap of limbs and bedsheets. You didn't care about him crushing you under his weight while temporarily cutting off your breath. When he did roll over he pulled you with him and held you closely to his body. You could breathe again thankfully. He kissed your temple a couple of times as you traced your fingers around his nipple, before he kissed your swollen red lips once more.

Unfortunately neither of you could enjoy the after bliss for very long as Ferguson forced the door to break inwards. Loki held onto you possessively, while trying to keep your modesty not that he cared all that much about how indecent he appeared to be. He only cared about protecting you.

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