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Between the Lines || Part XVI

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: 18+ content. Explicit Smut

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"You're dripping."

You look up and see Liam staring at the drop of blood dripping down David's chin. He reaches his thumb out, wiping the blood as David's instincts get the better of him, and he takes Liam's thumb into his mouth.

They stare at each other, and you aren't sure if it is because you're crazed with the need to feed, but you watch as Liam's eyes darken.

You felt a careful hand land on your shoulder, and you turned back to see Natasha standing beside you and Wanda standing beside her.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asks quietly.

Your mouth was desperately latched onto the blood bag as you sucked in copious amounts, and you couldn't even break from it as you nodded in answer. It was your third bag, and only then did you start to feel stable again. Your wounds completely heal, and your broken bones mend as you finish the last drop of blood.

Throwing the bag away, you sighed as you rubbed your face tiredly. You looked over at Wanda and Nat with their scraped knees and frowned.

"Are you two okay?"

They look at each other, and Wanda is oddly shy as she turns away first while Natasha looks mildly amused.

"Feeling like a bruised banana, but I think we'll live," Natasha answers for the two of them.

Suddenly, the door to the infirmary bursts open, and Steve is running through them.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks worriedly as he quickly approaches and kneels in front of you, so you're eye to eye. He checks you over, and when nothing looks amiss, he sighs with relief.

"Wow, this was not the reaction I got when I was shot in the shoulder being on the run with you," Natasha deadpans, but the two of you can tell she's kidding.

"You get shot at all the time, Romanoff," Steve cocks his brow at her. "When you catch two people from a 700ft story building with your own body, then I'll worry about you."

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There was somewhat of urgency when arriving back at the Compound. The Avengers are so used to debriefing immediately, but you and David find there's no rush.

"It's unlikely we are leaving again. Why not meet back after everyone has showered and slept a little," you suggest tiredly. Vampires do not need sleep, but you don't feel like there are enough blood bags in the world to help with the exhaustion you're feeling. Sleeping was a slow form of recovery, but you welcomed it.

After a hot shower, you walk lazily to Wanda's room and find she has just finished showering too, brushing out her wet hair.

"C'mere," you mumble, grabbing her hand and dragging her back towards Natasha's room.

"I don't have a room here," you tell Wanda. "Mostly because I have my own house which is too far to go to tonight and Natasha's bed is the biggest."

Natasha is still showering when you both enter. You decide now is a good time to help Wanda blow dry her hair before bed. Wanda is noticeably tired and fights to keep her eyes awake as you run your fingers through her hair.

Once that's complete, you slide into bed, moaning when your face hits the pillow. Wanda slips in next to you on your right, cuddling up against you as she fastly falls asleep with her arms around you and her face pressed into your back.

You keep your eyes closed, but your mind can't seem to fall asleep quite yet. When you feel the bed dip, you open your arms for Natasha to slip between. She smells fresh and crisp. It feels like home to you, and your eyes flutter open as you see the top of her head pressed into your chest.

Kissing the crown of her head, you adjust for her to look up at you.

"She's sound asleep," Natasha mutters. Her arms are around you, stretching to stroke Wanda's arms.

"She's been through a lot, I imagine she's physically and mentally exhausted," you mutter back.

"I thought my heart stopped when I saw her leap over that edge," Natasha swallows. "I would have tried to save her regardless, but my feelings never hit me so clearly until that moment."

You sigh, stroking Natasha's back. "The important thing is that you're both safe and Wanda isn't under Tatyana's influence anymore."

Natasha hums. "It's almost strange, thinking about our feelings for each other. I can't help but wonder what we'd be like if Tatyana wasn't influencing Wanda. Would we have explored our feelings for each other further?"

"No use in thinking about it now," you pat her back softly. "What's important is that you both know how you feel about each other now. We're just one big mess and all we can do is take one step at a time. Wanda's delicate, and she clearly loves people very fiercely. As your girlfriend, I'm telling you to not hurt our other girlfriend."

"Ha-ha," Natasha dryly deadpans. "She's not my girlfriend."

You chuckle. "You're just going to kiss her and not even make her your girlfriend? Ice cold, Romanoff. Better put your big girl panties on and ask her before she starts to get the wrong idea about what kind of polygamous people we are."

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The day starts late for you. When you wake up, you find that Wanda is still soundly sleeping with you. You woke earlier when Natasha tried to leave the bed, and you initially attempted to get her to stay longer, trapping her in your arms. You earned yourself a huff and 45 minutes more with her before she pinched your side to get you to let her leave.

Still, she had kissed you sweetly on the lips and told you to rest some more before getting ready for her day. You turned around after and cuddled up against Wanda, kissing her exposed shoulder, and felt pleased by her snoring hum.

"Wake up," you say too quietly to be taken seriously. You pepper kisses against Wanda's shoulder, and she scoots her backside into you.

Wanda's breathing changes, and you know she's awake. A morning lust builds slowly in you, driving you to stroke Wanda's side. You're careful to not touch her bare skin with your hands, but Wanda turns to you sharply, eyes awake.

"Touch me," Wanda purses her lips. She doesn't want to be pouty about it, but there's only so much she can take.

"You are so demanding," you brush your lips against hers before giving it a quick peck. "Do you even know what you're asking of me?"

Wanda quirks her brow at you. "Do you know what my power is?"

You grin. "Are you admitting you snoop into my mind?"

There was a beat of silence.

"I can't help it sometimes," Wanda replies instead. "I just want you to know me too."

You let out a huff of laughter. "You couldn't wait just a little longer like Natasha had?"

"You did say I'm demanding," Wanda brings back up, and you roll her eyes.

You roll over top of her, careful of her hands, still not touching her skin with your hands. Wanda looks absolutely petulant, and you smile at it. You sigh, thinking about how you can rarely deny your girls anything. But you feel so happy about it.

Natasha's patient and gentle love has taught you that you could love Wanda less cautiously.

You lift your hand to delicately brush away a strand of hair from Wanda's face, your finger grazing her temple. It's so simple, but you start to see the flashes in your mind. You see her whole life and the pain, the misery, the happiness, the laughter, the pain, the desperation…all of it.

You slide your hand to cup her jaw firmly, kissing Wanda heatedly. "So soft," you whisper against her lips. You feel that morning lust that was a gentle hum now becoming a throbbing roar.

Just as you're about to resume kissing her and move for more, a voice loudly interrupts.

"Tony is requesting everyone to meet in the board room immediately," FRIDAY's polite tone comes through, and you sigh heavily while Wanda huffs with disappointment.

"Let's get up," you suggest reluctantly. "I am mostly deathless but maybe there will be a new way for me to die if Tony accidentally walks in on us if we don't hurry."

Wanda merely makes a face.

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"So, let's debrief quickly now, shall we?" Tony gives you a long look of exasperation, but you can't be bothered since you feel well-rested, languidly sipping on a blood bag.

"I got some of the logistics, but it'd be good to hear what happened from the beginning," Steve requests as he sits beside Sam with his arms crossed.

Pietro sits next to Wanda, checking in with her, but he's smiling softly at how his little sister looks so content.

Natasha launches into a quick abridged version of everything that occurred when Steve, Sam, & Pietro were gone. But at the end of it, everyone is in deep thought.

"I think the thing we need to figure out first is what does Tatyana want," Steve finally speaks up as he looks at you. "On the one hand, she doesn't seem to want to kill you. If that were the case, she had many opportunities to do so. What's her endgame?"

"I think I have an idea," Wanda speaks up reluctantly. "When I was falling down the building, and Natasha jumped after me, I had her locked in my mind. At that moment, I knew I didn't have the capacity to save Natasha and I while also mentally keeping Tatyana's consciousness in me."

Everyone listened intently.

"When I chose to force and keep her out, she knew," Wanda surmises. "I think our subconsciousness overlapped for a moment and I was able to see in Tatyana's mind. I saw…an army of something." Wanda then looked at you. "I thought maybe vampires, but they didn't look like you or David, though. They looked hollow…I don't really know how to explain it. I saw her and another man with her. I think he was a vampire but the two of them were able to keep control of this savage army."

You felt your mind blanking as you heard Wanda's words. She really was—

"What did the vampire look like?" David asks.

"He had long black hair," Wanda gestured, her hands moving to demonstrate his features on herself. "Strong cheekbones and toned, but not muscular. He looked maybe in his 40s."

The description was familiar, but you could hardly recall if you bumped into any other vampires with that description, and David didn't seem to have recognized it either.

"I can't believe it," you mutter, drawing everyone's attention. David, Natasha, and Wanda knew the history of it all. "She's out to try it again."

"Try what again?" Tony asks.

You rub your face tiredly, wishing you could just return to bed.

"I had thought what we saw at Liam's was maybe a fluke. Tatyana believed that supernatural beings were treated unjustly, and she was right. But that resulted in her thinking we should fight to bring all supernatural kinds above humans. She wanted to suppress them as she believed that was the only way for her to live freely."

You swallowed. "Previously, she tried to create vampires through her magic instead of venom but the only thing that resulted in were mindless, feral beasts. They couldn't think, couldn't be reasoned with, it was like they couldn't think of anything outside of feeding. Tatyana was only able to control them through her magic," you explain, letting out a deep, miserable sigh.

"I think she and whoever she's working with are trying to do the same. They're tired of the prejudice from humans and having to hide from government bodies. They don't want to be regulated. So, they're creating some army for a war to come," you frown. "I don't exactly know what they've been capable of creating by collaborating. We don't even know how many they've created so far."

"Shit," Steve sighs under his breath, and Tony whips his head in Steve's direction.

"Great, your ex-lover has Steve cursing," Tony remarks with mirth, but it lacks its usual luster with the somber mood of the room. "So, what's the plan. Do we find her?"

Wanda shakes her head. "We can try but we've attempted before, and we only found her when she wanted to be found."

"So, what? We just sit here with our thumbs up our asses until she shows up with another army for us to fuck up our lives? We're still on probation for what happened in Sokovia," Tony rubs his temples to stifle the oncoming headache.

Wanda shakes her head again. "No, I mean just before she was forced out of my head, she left me a message. She's going to leave us a clue on how to find her. We just have to wait for this clue and it'll lead us right to her."

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Night falls quick, and you're left wondering what to do. Wanda had been tired earlier and retired to her room. You gave her a quick kiss before Wanda rigidly turned to Natasha. The older woman merely gives a warm smile before she leans in and pecks Wanda's lips chastely, then again at the corner of her lips.

Wanda had been stunned, but the sight of her looking relaxed and content warmed your heart. She waved an awkward goodnight to the two of you before leaving.

David and Tony were pulling all the data in as tips, and strange surges popped up all over. You knew it was Tatyana's doing. Many would be a waste of time, but they wouldn't be able to tell until they checked.

There was only going to be one true hint to where they could find her.

Steve and Natasha had run off together to start the search since they had been too antsy to stay in one place.

"You need rest," Natasha insists as she brushes your cheek delicately with the back of her fingers.

"I really don't," you quirk your brow at her, and your girlfriend sighs. Natasha grabs both of your hands in hers and shakes her head at you.

"Stay home," Natasha tells you, and you frown. "No, listen," Natasha squeezes your hands softly.

"This is all I can ever do for you," the words are said so forlornly that you open your mouth to deny it, but Natasha continues on. "Every time there's a fight, you're afraid that my body can't endure what these monsters can do. I can't go against Tatyana and win; I know that. Wanda's not even sure if she could win. So, that always leaves you to fight for us."

You remain silent. You want to tell Natasha that you'd give anything and do anything to make sure she and Wanda were safe. Protecting them was ingrained into you at this point, and you know they'd do the same for you. It was proven over and over again.

"This," Natasha looks around, and you follow her look, seeing her prepping to leave with all the information Tony and David gave her on hand. "This is what I can do for you. This is what I'm good at. So, please," Natasha breathes out her plea. "Please let me protect you in the way I can."

You surge forward and capture Natasha's lips, placing your hand over the back of her neck and pulling her closer. It's almost too desperate as your teeth gashes against her, and you suck on her bottom lip, maybe a little too hard.

"I love you," you breathe harshly out. You wish there were more words in the English language that could convey what you truly feel about Natasha.

Love wasn't enough.

How do you tell someone that they're the ribs in your body, protecting your heart? That they're the air you breathe, and how desperately you want to be so close that the end of you was just the beginning of them?

Love? Love was so inadequate for someone like Natasha Romanoff.

"I know," Natasha smiles as she chastely kisses you, and it's so sweet and soft, hardly the passionate one you just gave her. Yet, it warms your soul just the same. "More than a lifetime?"

"Until I run out."

Natasha rests her forehead against yours for a second more, unable to resist kissing your cheek once more before she pulls away and lets go of your hands. She gives you a wink before walking off with Steve, who is giving you a shit-eating smirk.

"Keep her alive, Rogers!" You shout after them.

"Think she'll be keeping me alive, but will do!" Steve salutes you.

You shake your head at the two before walking around the Compound. Tony and David were incredibly busy, and you felt like you would only get in the way of them.

Liam was nowhere to be found, and you assumed he was out grabbing food or doing his own research.

You look at the time and see that it's nearing midnight. Your mind drifted to Wanda and how exhausted she was, and you decided to go check on her. You felt a little jittery because you're hoping she'll be open to some company.

There's a craving to be close to Wanda, more so now than ever since Wanda could figure out Tatyana was attempting to possess her mind and stop it.

Your vampire instinct was never wrong. It hadn't wanted you to leave Wanda, but you couldn't get closer to her with intimacy because it wouldn't have truly been the young brunette. The betrayal of it kept your instinct sharp.

But now?

Your body screamed to be closer. Your fingers constantly flexed with the need to feel Wanda—feel any part of her. You wanted to trace her soft skin and grab her suppleness.

As you approached her room, you could hear the faint noses of Wanda groaning.

"Wanda?" You call for her worriedly. You step quickly towards the door and knock, but only a pained whimper was your response.

You disregard everything, forcefully opening the door, and feel your heart stop at the sight.

Wanda was lying on her bed, face down but attempting to hold herself up. She was grasping at her chest furiously through her shirt, pulling at it with a ferocity that made you wince.

"Shit, Wanda," You snap yourself out of your stupor and race towards her, leaning over the bed as you touch her shoulder gently. "What's wrong?"

"Hurts," she whimpers. "It hurts so bad."

You check all over her, but there don't seem to be more cuts and gaping wounds. You turn her on her back as gently as possible, and suddenly it hits you.

When was the last time you fed on Wanda?

You don't have time to worry about Wanda's modesty as you grip the front of her shirt with your hands and rip it open. She's wearing a rather sheer bralette, and you can see her nipples, but you can't even focus on that when you see what's causing the pain.

The curse has spread wildly. It was nearing the edge of her chest, and the veins affected by the curse were so dark that they looked deathly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You hiss at Wanda, your heart thudding in your chest. Fear coursed through your veins, and you couldn't control the absolute panic you felt.

"The pain...came so suddenly..." Wanda breathes harshly, sucking in the air as if she couldn't get enough of it. "Couldn't...call you."

You climb over her, straddling her body beneath you as you place a palm beside her head. Your other hand grasps the back of her neck as you lift her gently, her head tilting back naturally as you bare her neck.

"It's gonna hurt a little," you tell her softly. You're trying to control the raging fear, but it's difficult when tears are dripping down the side of Wanda's eyes.

Wanda opens her mouth to say it's okay, but nothing comes out. You don't waste any more time and drop your face to her neck and pierce the skin before your mouth encloses it.

Blood rushes into your mouth as you exchange venom into her bloodstream. There's an initial hiss from Wanda as her fingers reach up to grab the edges of your jacket.

Something pulses through her, needy and desperate, as she pulls you down against her body. Inferno heat surges through both your bodies as the venom quickly works, receding the curse. The veins noticeably retract back, quietening and leaving only unbearable desire in Wanda.

She moans, hips arching into you, and you groan against her neck. You pull away, licking at the puncture wounds and shutting them until perfection returns.

Your inner lips have a palate of red as you stare down at Wanda. You're still holding her neck up, and Wanda's chest rises and falls, her nipples turning hard through her bralette. You thought her blood pumping into your mouth would calm you, but it only pulsates your desire stronger until you feel like you're in a frenzy.

Wanda's eyes lock with yours, her mouth opens slightly as she pants, and you can feel the puffs of her breath on your face.

Minty.

"How do you feel?" You ask, your voice husky, rasping with a desire that you can't even attempt to hide.

"...Horny," Wanda finally says when she decides she can't find a more elegant word for her feelings.

Normally, the bluntness of Wanda would make you chuckle, but the deep need between your legs and the way your body aches only appreciates it.

"I feel it this time..." you mumble. "Feels right. Feels like I won't be able to stop if I start."

"Me too," Wanda bites her bottom lip, and your pupils dilate at the sight.

You should blink away the longing. You really should get a grip. This wasn't what you came here to do. All you had wanted was to feel close to Wanda, maybe by holding her.

But now?

All you could think of was taking her. Taking everything she was offering. You wanted to coax orgasm after orgasm, blood and cum mixing in your mouth because you could.

Wanda was the one person you could bite and drink from. There was a level of closeness you could achieve with her.

All you could smell around you was Wanda. Every little thing about her infiltrated your senses, sweeping you under a wave with little hope of letting you go.

Maximoffs were deadly.

You lower her head, and your nose drags against the soft edges of her jaw.

"I'm so happy," you whisper. "I'm so happy you're okay, that you're here and alive, and you're free to feel your feelings."

And the way Wanda lights up makes you feel something so overwhelming that all you can do is capture her lips in a needy, urgent kiss.

You press your lips over and over.

"Perfect," you mutter in between kisses. "So perfect to me. Even when you drive me crazy, I can't help but love you."

Wanda tightens her hold on you, moving her hands to start taking off your jacket, pulling at the edge of your shirt to pull it up and over your head. She wants to say so much, but it's too difficult to make the words leave her mouth when she wants to kiss you.

The words stay lodged in her mind. Wanda pulls the gloves off your hand and throws them on the ground, pulling your hand to cup her face.

I love you.

I need you.

I deserve you.

You earned me.

We deserve it all.

It was a strange concept to earn something like love and people. But after all this grief, after doing things for the greater good so that other people would be safe at the cost of their own pain...they did earn it.

Natasha would tell them they didn't have to do anything to earn her, but they were both people who knew their suffering, their continued suffering...they deserved Natasha too.

But right now, they earned this.

Their discarded clothes fall off the bed and onto the ground, and you grab Wanda everywhere greedily.

The soft moans of Wanda stir you on, and the suppleness of her breast that shape in your hands feels heavenly.

"So soft," you mumble, kissing down her body, your teeth dragging down her skin to leave marks but never pierce. She tasted sweet and spicy, different from Natasha, who tasted like wine and elegance.

"Oh, fuck," Wanda curses, feeling your tongue flatten and drag up her slit slowly until you fasten your lips around her clit, coaxing her bud out. Her hips grind against your mouth.

Wanda's hands grip the bedsheet, rumpling them as she breathes deeply.

"So close," she pants. "Need more."

Your tongue licks and applies pressure against her, circling her clit. You move your two fingers to her wet entrance as you easily slide into her.

"God, yes," Wanda hisses at the stretch.

You curl your fingers slightly, pumping as you pass over that perfect spot in her, coaxing her to a shuddering orgasm.

Wanda's soundless. Her breath stops as she feels herself let go and rush over your fingers. When she comes back down, her heart thuds harshly in her chest, and she can feel it in her ears as she puffs.

You lap up her slick, moaning at her taste. Your fingers remain in her as you kiss your way back up. Your pupils are blown and hazy as they begin to glow red with lust.

The desire to see Wanda come undone overcomes you. You hover right before her face, your fingers slowly pumping as Wanda lets out a low groan, barely recovering from her climax.

Quickly, you have a rhythm going that has Wanda panting. You hover so close you can feel the puffs of her breath on your lips.

"You take it so good," you kiss her lips briefly. "I want to take you every way you'll let me. Like this, on your side, from behind..."

Wanda tries to turn her face away, eyes screwing shut as the coil in her stomach begins to get too tight. You grip her face back towards you.

"Don't look away, honey," you coo at her. "Take it just like that...keep me right here inside you."

"I'm going to come," Wanda whimpers. "Gonna come, gonna come. Fuck, bite me, bite me, bite me."

And just as Wanda comes with a loud groan, you do as she asks and bite her neck for the second time that night. You moan as the feeling of her blood pouring into your mouth with the taste of her come and everything smelling like sex makes you come.

It takes long minutes for both you and Wanda to come down from the high and for your breath to return back to normal.

The two of you feel boneless, but it doesn't stop Wanda from pushing you onto the bed on your side as she turns, kissing you softly and slowly.

The way she lazily drifts her hands down your side to your thigh before moving them between your legs has you moaning.

"You don't have to if you're tired," You whisper.

"I want to feel you come around my fingers," she mumbles against your lips. "I can't sleep until I do."

You wrap your arms around Wanda before your hand drifts down to hers, and you move your leg over her thigh to give her more access. Your hand rests against hers as you guide them just the way you like it.

Despite Natasha's kind offer to rest, you don't get as much as you probably should.

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Your rest is short when you wake up, hearing noises within the Compound and footsteps approaching your room. You can tell who it is by the steps alone.

"Hey," you turn to your side, speaking softly to the sleeping body pressed against you. You kissed Wanda's head. "Honey, wake up."

Wanda grumbled but did open her eyes. "What?" She whined.

Your chuckle was raspy. "People are coming, we need to get dressed."

"Is it Natasha?" Wanda asked, and you hummed.

"Can't she just join us in bed?" Wanda grumbled.

"Because Steve's right behind her," you smiled as you cupped her cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb.

Wanda sighs deeply and unhappily, and you give her a chaste kiss. Just then, the door opens first, and when Natasha comes in first and sees the two of you, she turns to whisper something to Steve and shuts the door behind her first.

"See?" Wanda turns her head to look at you. "Natasha can just tell Steve to go away and we can all go back to sleep."

Natasha purses her lip in a way that you can tell when she finds something adorable, but it isn't the moment to relish it. The redhead sits at the edge of the bed. At first, she hesitates to place her hand on Wanda, but the brunette puts her hand over Natasha's before lacing their fingers together.

Things have been progressing slowly between the two of them. Wanda was sorting out her guilt for how she treated Natasha, even though the redhead hadn't blamed her at all. Still, Wanda wanted to show Natasha her genuine feelings and not rush to overcompensate.

But when Natasha lifts their hands to kiss the back of Wanda's hand, things like this make Wanda want to do something completely stupid.

"I would also love to sleep but I'm afraid this can't wait," Natasha softly spoke. "We found the clue Tatyana left for us."

The soft serenity of the room leaves, and in comes the rigid dread. You and Wanda move to get dressed, looking presentable, and Natasha opens the door for Steve to come in.

Except, it's Steve, Tony, David, and Liam that pour in.

"Oh, nice!" David throws you a thumbs up that you roll your eyes at.

"What?" Tony cocks his brow.

"What do you mean what? They clearly—" David starts to say and then pauses. "Oh, I guess you can't smell it."

"Smell wha—ohh." Tony stares at the three of you but is only more confused since he knows Natasha has only returned momentarily ago. But then he looks over at you and Wanda, and you can nearly physically see the lightbulb go off in his head. But Natasha doesn't look angry, standing close to Wanda. So, all he can say is, "Congrats?"

"Let's just move on," you groan, rubbing your hand over your face. "What did you guys find?"

Natasha pulls out something from her pocket for everyone to see.

"This was found hanging from The Queen's Giant," Natasha tells you as she hands over the capsule no bigger than 2 inches. Its encasing is in something hard that won't give way even if you crush it with all your might.

You feel your heart close up. You knew immediately why she had chosen that tree, and clearly, so did Natasha.

"I think she chose that tree because..."

"It's the oldest tree in the area..." You finish. "It was meant to represent the Methuselah."

"There's some kind of magic imbued in it. It wouldn't let anyone touch it except me," Natasha says, changing the subject. She turns her head to look at Steve. "Not even Steve could grab it."

You can tell that Natasha was holding something back from you, and you look at her while she stares at you straight on, unflinching.

"What else?" You ask.

"What do you—"

"If Tatyana wanted only you to touch it, she would've left you a message saying so. I know her," you purse your lips together. "What did she say?"

Natasha sighs, obviously reluctant to tell you but knowing you won't let it drop.

"There was a carving in the bark. It said, 'For my lover's little human, who will only live one lifetime.'" Natasha mutters while Steve pinches the space between his brows.

You feel something hit the back of your throat. There's an emotion that you can't quite describe. You feel nauseated because you hate that Tatyana can be so cruel.

You once loved that about her because you could always see the sweet and wounded girl hiding behind the cruelty. You think you could even now, but you could no longer stand for it since that night.

You don't have the words to comfort Natasha, and you don't think Natasha would particularly want to hear it now.

"How are we supposed to open it?" Wanda asks, redirecting the conversation as she stands closer to Natasha, softly stroking the older woman's pinky with her own subtly.

"Venom," you say after a minute.

In the past, when you were separated from Tatyana for various reasons, she would leave you messages to find that only you could read by breaking down her cases with venom.

They all watch as you bring the capsule to your mouth, your fang hovering over it. They can see the venom secrete within seconds, and a drop drips onto the capsule. It begins to erode immediately, disintegrating until only a parchment paper tied neatly closed is left.

Steve watches the entire thing with curious eyes. "I'm surprised the venom didn't catch the paper too."

"It does if more than one drop hits the case," you mumble, thinking back to previous experiences.

Everyone waits with bated breath, knowing that whatever is in the paper is the key to finding Tatyana.

You pull the string holding the rolled note up and slowly unravel it. The familiar penmanship digs at your bones and aches your heart. There's even a faint smell of hydrangea, which Tatyana used to rub over her letters or notes like perfume.

You let out a shaky breath as you read the note.

[img id: Roses are red, violets are blue. My love, you will only be able to find me where everything ended, so we can start anew./end img id]

You feel your stomach drop, the blood draining from your face.

"Jesus Christ, she wants you—" Natasha starts, but Wanda interjects.

"She wants you to find her where you—" But even Wanda can't finish her sentence.

But you swallow, almost painfully, as you gripped the note harder, crumpling the edges.

"We have to go back. We need to go where she slaughtered that village that night and where I killed her. She's waiting for me there."

"It's obviously a trap," Wanda argues.

"It's the only thing we have," you shake your head at her.

"We should think about it more," Natasha gently suggests, with Steve agreeing with her, but you crumple the edges of the parchment further.

"And what? Wait until she gets tired of waiting for us to come? Do you guys not understand what Tatyana is like by now?" You try to not huff with disbelief. "If we don't take this clue now, she's not going to send another one."

"Well, it's not like she's just going to go away, right? Maybe we'll get more time to think." Tony rubs his brow.

"No, she won't," you bite back. "She'll come right to us and along the way, she'll kill every person she encounters and bring their heads on a stick as a reminder of what happens when you don't do things her way."

"If we do things her way, we lose," Steve rejects, but you scoff.

"I'm not trying to win or lose, Steve," you grit. "I'm trying to minimize how many innocent people Tatyana will fucking kill along the way. You might be willing to test her, but I'm not. Not when I'm the one who has seen her massacre an entire village—a village with children and newborn babies she didn't even know. If she's capable of that kind of genocide, you think she won't find people that you care about to bring their heads on a stick?"

It was a jab at Bucky, and everyone knew it. It was mean, but these people didn't understand how vindictive Tatyana could be. They didn't understand the kind of brutality she was capable of.

And they probably never would. Not like you.

"We're a team, so if you want to test her because you think your technology can protect everything that matters to you against a true witch and her ancient magic, then I'll wait in my room." You drop the crumpled parchment. "But you better be prepared to pay her price because she'll take it—with interest."

You walk past everyone, leaving the room despite the calls of your name.

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Natasha is exhausted.

Dragging her fingers through her hair, she tiredly makes her way back to her room. You hadn't wanted to talk to Natasha after discovering the clue.

You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, not even David. In the end, Natasha could only leave you to process what just happened alone.

She's about to enter her room when she looks down the hall and finds that Wanda's door is still wide open, even though everyone has long left her room.

Forgoing entering her own room, Natasha continues to walk until she's at the entrance of Wanda's. She can see Wanda standing out the window, leaning against the ledge as she stares. Without the lights turned on, the moon illuminates Wanda, and Natasha is taken in by the sight.

Wanda suddenly turns around, feeling someone behind her, and is surprised to see Natasha. The redhead makes her way in, slowly making her way to Wanda.

"Any luck?" Wanda asks, but Natasha shakes her head.

"I'm surprised you haven't run after her," Natasha cocks her brow, and Wanda stares for a couple of seconds longer, only really being able to discern if Natasha was joking from how her lips moved.

"She wouldn't listen to me even if I did," Wanda snorts, moving to pull her sleeves over her hands. "Not after what happened last time."

"I don't think she holds it against you," Natasha softly comforts, her body leaning more forward in Wanda's direction. "Anymore, at least."

Wanda merely shrugs. "Maybe not, but I don't think I can reason against her when it comes to Tatyana. When it comes to that woman, she becomes similar to Tony—paranoid and unreasonable."

"I know," Natasha merely sighs. "I think she just needs time to process on her own. I can be pretty bad about that," she closes her fist for a moment before opening it to stretch her fingers. "I see her hurting and immediately chase after her."

"She obviously ends up talking to you about it, and it seems to work for the better," Wanda comments as she thinks about the last couple of times you've spiraled and Natasha was there.

Natasha gives Wanda a self-deprecating smile. "Because I force her to at times, even unknowingly for her. Sometimes, I manipulate the conversation or that part I know of her that only wants to treat me right to make her open up."

Wanda doesn't say anything. She watches Natasha move away from the window and sit on the edge of her bed.

"I see she's hurting and think I can fix it," Natasha swallows as she leans onto her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "She's so worried that she's going to mess it up with me—that she's the one that's only going to hurt me and forgets that I can make mistakes too. I am also capable of making things worse."

Wanda is fascinated to see this side of Natasha. She has also thought of Natasha as someone perfect and without mistakes. Her attraction to Natasha has been intimidating. To like someone flawless and patient with your own misgivings was filled with admiration but also trepidation.

Seeing Natasha like this? It somehow turned Wanda's attraction to something more tangible.

"You make it better too," Wanda said softly as she carefully leaned onto the bed on her side, a few inches away from Natasha. "The most comforting thing is knowing you'll immediately chase after someone. To know that if they look behind, they would see you. I have experienced it."

Natasha feels anticipation rise in her chest. To think she could freely feel these emotions and know that Wanda welcomes them is something she wouldn't trade for anything.

"Even if it's a trap, she'll be okay," Wanda mumbles, her head leaning closer. "She has us—we have us, right?"

The anticipation grows overwhelming until Natasha places her hand on the back of Wanda's neck underneath her hair, pulling the girl closer until her lips meet in a languid, lingering kiss.

"You drive me crazy," Natasha whispers against Wanda's lips as they break apart for air.

Wanda smiles lightly, lips brushing against Natasha's. "Hopefully the good kind."

"In a way that I wouldn't want to be without," Natasha reassures.

The feelings are new, and they can agree it's not quite love yet. But there's a gnawing in their bones, the kind that tells them about the inevitability of coming to love each other unlike any other. It will be fierce, and it will be welcomed.

"I rarely got to see the outside when I was in Hydra," Wanda mumbles, eyes closing at how soft Natasha's lips feel. "When I slept outside for the first time in a long time, I saw the night sky, and all the stars I used to see was gone. But the moon was there. I could always find the moon if I looked. That was the only thing ever constant."

The inevitability gets closer and closer, Natasha feels.

"But I think you're more constant than the moon," Wanda mutters.

And Natasha pulls Wanda in for another kiss until they can't breathe.

And then another after that.

And another until the only constant thing is how their tongue slides against each other.

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"You are seriously the most melodramatic person I know."

You turn your head back and roll your eyes, though there's no malice behind them.

"Okay, mister 'Oh, I'm a man out of time, and I thought everyone I loved was dead, except my best friend is actually alive and playing tag with me, and my past lover is very, very old. As old as I should be...because I'm a man out of—'"

"Jesus, alright," Steve chuckles. "Ruthless, you are."

You chuckle back, tilting your head down. The breeze feels light as it caresses your face and creates gentle wisps of your hair. You don't say anything else as Steve sits beside you, his legs dangling over the edge like yours.

"I just came up here to say I'm sorry," Steve gently nudges your shoulder. "I mean, you're being the hard-headed one but I'm sorry."

You actually let out a laugh as you lean your head against his broad shoulder. "That's the worst apology I've ever heard. Why even apologize?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugs lightly to not jostle your head. "Bucky said I always gotta apologize to a dame even if I don't think she's right."

"Good advice," you snort but then sigh. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't haven't said that." You were referring to your jab of Tatyana getting Bucky.

Steve lifted his arm to wrap it around you, rubbing your arm comfortingly. "It's okay," he forgives easily. "I know you didn't mean it and I guess it made me more wary of the situation. Still," Steve sighed. "This doesn't change that rushing is probably a trap."

You nod. "I know."

"Then why—"

"Think of the alternative, Steve," you cut him off, lifting your head to look at him seriously. "We walk into her trap, or she comes here dragging bodies of innocent people. Do you truly think you know her better than me? Do you think there's people who aren't capable of doing horrible things?"

Steve is silent, and you continue on. "I know it's a trap, Steve. I know that whatever is waiting for us there is probably going to end in some tragedy. But the odds of us beating her are always going to remain the same. Whether we go there with what we have or she comes here with what she has. We're not going to suddenly get an army to take her on. So, doesn't it make sense to save as many lives as we can whether we win or lose?"

It feels like forever passes as Steve stares at you before sighing.

"The sad part is Tony said you sounded boneheaded like me before we went to fight Ultron. I bet he's laughing right now," Steve grumbles, and you laugh, although a little self-deprecatingly.

"I wish I could tell you we'll lose together but I think we'd be just lucky to die at the same time," you mutter.

Steve just laughs, but you can tell he's wary about the situation at hand. "I feel like I need to do one for you too."

"One what?"

"Hm, let's see," Steve hums. "Oh! How about Miss 'Oh, I'm an eternal supernatural being. My past lover has come back to seek revenge because I had to kill her. I will be haunted forever...because I live forever as a supernat—"

"Oh my god, please shut up before I throw us both off this roof."

"It's fine, I think we'll both live. Enhanced beings and all."

"You're so annoying."

Steve just laughs, and you follow along after a beat.

Still, you can't help but feel the dread deep in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at your bones, that something very, very bad will occur.

CHAPTER 17

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Here is the next chapter, I really don't know what else to say except enjoy!

(Yellow's pov)

"I'm sorry Yellow, but I can't help anymore, I've done all I've can," Steven Universe says over a diamond communicator "I'd love to keep helping you look for her, but I've got some stuff I need to do on earth, but–" I cut him off.

"No, no, I get it. You've spent a lot of your time helping me look for Blue, I'm very grateful, I'll keep you updated if we find anything" I say exhaustedly.

"Sorry, " he apologizes again " what I was going to say was, after I'm done with the stuff I need to do, I'll come back and help" he determinedly says.

I sadly smile at him, but it quickly vanishes as I say goodbye to him and hang up. I rub my tired eyes, ever since Blue has gone missing, I've been working my ass off trying to find her.

But I've had no hope, we'll expect for all the quartz's Blue Pearl found poofed on the Oasis's moon. But they don't even know where they're keeping her.

And every rotation that I've lost searching is another rotation she could be shattered or worse.

And to make matters worse, she is still pregnant. I groan at that last part. I need to get off my ass and go out and search planets.

But instead of doing that, I am currently sitting on my bed wasting time. I let out a tired front as I get off of the bed, I summon a yellow screen and I send a message to Yellow Pearl, telling her to get my ship ready.

As soon as Yellow Pearl says it's ready hastily warp to my ship. The huge golden ship is gleaming in the sunlight, I sadly sigh as I glance at Blue's unused ship.

"I will find you" I mutter to myself. I climb up the many flights of stairs to reach the entrance of the ship. I carelessly stomp through the empty golden halls of the ship, only slowing down when I reach the cockpit.

I throw myself into the somewhat comfortable driver's seat, I take a deep breath to prepare myself as my right arm is engulfed by a golden light. I relax once the noise of the engines starts roaring as I leave the ground. The beautiful purple-blue sky of homeworld quickly changes into the inky blackness of space.

I tilt my arm more towards the right to steer the huge ship to an old galaxy the I haven't visited in eons.

(Blues pov)

I groan as I slowly sit up. The bright sunlight that pours in my small cell nearly blinds me for a few seconds. I rub the exhaustion from my eyes, I'm being very careful that I don't move my very injured arm.

It stopped bleeding a while ago, but it still hurts like a bitch whenever I move. Which is why I only move off of the bed to grab food.

Luckily, none of the fusions have visited me yet. After three days they finally gave me another pillow, a nice soft plush one! They probably think that I won't destroy this one, which is true.

I delicately comb my thin hand through my dirty hair, I gingerly put my weaker hand on my big baby belly. I'm now currently seven and a half months pregnant starting today.

I sigh as hunger washes over me, I slowly reach over from the bed to "Padparadscha" a small pink and orange plant.

I slowly grab all the small sour fruits that the plant produces. I quickly shovel all six of them into my mouth, I twitch from the very sour taste.

As soon as I swallow the last of the nasty fruit a large group of gems walks into my cell. With, of course, they're two leaders at the front.

"Finally you're awake!" Black opal says happily "We've, I mean she" Opal nods to the huge pastel fusion standing next to her "thought today would be a great day to run medical scans!"

"Yes, today we will heal your arm" the pastel fusion glares at my still bandaged arm "and check up on the gemlings," she says smoothly.

She ushers the medical gems to bring the equipment forward. "Luckily, since someone gave the command to slice your arm open," she says harshly, the smaller of the two fusions takes a few nervous steps back "we hopefully won't need to restrain you very much"

"I wouldn't say that" I grit through my teeth.

"If you thrash about, you'll only make it worse," the big fusion says gently. She presses a button the lets the medical gems into my small cell "we don't want to hurt you"

"My sliced arm says otherwise" I sneer.

"That was a mistake from someone who was having 'fun' " she glares at Black Opal with all four black eyes.

"W-well I see that I'm not needed" Opal squeaks. She quickly turns around and runs out of the room.

"Thank the stars" I quietly mutter to myself.

The big fusion only shakes her head, her long rainbow locks following her every move "I, won't hurt you. And I'll make sure she won't either"

"Cause that reassures me soo much," I say sarcastically.

"It should. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way" her soft voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fine, I choose the easy way" I sigh.

"Good, good, there really no reason to put up a fight. In the end, we both want the same thing" she evilly grins.

"We do?"

"In a way, I won't explain it ...but I will say that we both want the gemlings to be nice and healthy" she gestures the gems to bring the scanner forward.

I sit as still as I possibly can while they use a small handheld scanner to scan me and remove the makeshift bandaid around my now stinging arm.

I let out a low hiss as they put some sort of healing paste on it and wrap it back up. "That should clear up rather soon," a small aquamarine with a squeaky voice says.

I weakly smile at her as the other gems work on getting the scanner to work. After a few long minutes of them just pressing buttons and muttering to themselves, the small gems finally get the scanner to work.

"Sorry 'bout that boss, it's an older model so we had to convert it from solar to a fuel system" a dark blue and gold Lapis Lazuli scratches her head.

"Why did you do that?" The tall fusion slightly raises her voice.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way we could get it to work" the Lapis shrinks back.

"Fine. It's fine. Just hurry it up" the fusion snaps. The Lapis nods and tells the other gems to hurry it up.

And finally, the scanner actually does its job for once and quickly scans me from head to toe. Only beeping when it hits my belly and my arm.

"Alright, here are the results" a Peridot hands a light green screen to the pastel fusion.

"Finally" she quietly mumbles "good news! Aside from your arm being cut open, you're perfectly fine." She shoots me a grin.

"And that means?" I lean forward a bit.

"It means you're fine, and the gemlings are growing just as intended." She hands the screen back to the small Peridot, the fusion signals all the gems to leave.

As soon as she steps past the electric field, it quickly closes, leaving no evidence of its opening.

I gently lay down on my back, careful not to disturb my arm. I close my eyes and wait for the big metal doors to close.

I place my non-injured arm in my baby belly, tracing slow circles on top. "Don't worry, Yellow will come for us soon. You two can count on it" I whisper to the gemlings and myself.

I pull the now clean and soft thin blanket over me. I stare up at the ceiling, the green sunlight from the tiny window dances across the room.

"I hope"

(Yellow's pov)

Useless.

This is utterly useless.

I've been searching planet after planet, moon after moon, but nothing. No trace of any gems, gem ships, or working gem tech.

I angrily drum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne and sloppily dodge any and all asteroids that are in my way.

And I've searched all asteroid belts and no sign of anything. I don't understand, I should have found her by now.

Their base should've popped up on the radar....Unless.....They're invisible....

Ha! Invisible! That sounds like something that Steven would suggest...Although, I do recall White asking me to stop working on something like that a millennium ago..... Unless someone started working on it again. Damn this just became a thousand times harder.

I jerk my hand off of the steering platform, causing the ship to come to an abrupt halt. I summon a screen and quickly type my theory to both White and Steven.

Even if he won't be searching I told him I'll keep him updated. As soon as that's done, I pull up the star map and locate the nearest planet.

I hastily put my hand back on the steering platform, too impatient to wait for the golden light to consume my arm I jerk my hand forward cause the ship to go as fast as it possibly can.

I slow down when I come to a very familiar area and a very familiar planet. Automatically, my ship pulls up a screen showing information about this planet.

Most of the file has been lost, except for the name of the planet (which was planet 2947). But the planet is large, hollowed out, and red.

I carefully land my ship on the ancient landing pad, it lets out a slight creak as I fully land on it. I turn off the engines and a golden bubble surrounds me.

I don't have much hope for this planet but it never hurts to look. After cycles of wandering around, I decide to go back to the ship and go to the next one.

The second planet I've searched used to be a water planet with purple water and gorgeous blue skies. But now it's once bluegrass is now murky brown mud.

If I remember correctly, this was my second colony. I cautiously cross a dried-up river bed, I kick a small rock across a field of dead grass. This is useless, nothing is out here.

It isn't until a strange, quiet, beeping noise stops me from leaving. I quickly whip around, I start a light jog back through the field until the beeping stops.

Out of the corner of my eye, a small pink object quickly looks up and disappears in the grass. I quickly chase after it, luckily the being is a very bright shade of pink so I easily find it.

I grab the small pink being, it has long fluffy pink hair that covers most of her face, with skin a few shades darker. They're wearing a short pink dress with tons of ruffles.

"Sapphire, how did you get here and what are you doing here?" I ask.

She slightly squirms in my fist, her small hands pound on mine. "Please let me go" her soft voice pleads.

I sigh and release my tight hold on her, she neatly sits in my hands with hers neatly crossed in her lap.

"I know why you're here, but what you're looking for is nowhere near" she calmly says.

"Don't give me that bullshit, if you know where Blue is, then tell me" I say angrily.

"I don't know what planetoid she is on directly, but I do know the galaxy" she tucks some loose strands of her fluffy hair behind her ear.

"Then. Hurry. Up. And. Tell. Me."

The pink sapphire stops to think, she runs her chin with her small involved hand. "You will find her in the Stracks galaxy" she grins.

I look away from the small gem to think "The Stracks..." I mutter to myself, all the anger quickly seeps out of me. My eyes slowly slide back to the still grinning gem "I don't think I've heard of that galaxy"

"It was where White Diamond's first few colonies (besides homeworld) were. Most didn't have any materials, so they were spared" The pink Sapphire says "I suspect that she is on one of those spared planets"

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I chirp.

"My pleasure" she grins again.

"I do have one question" I set the little sapphire on the ground "why are you here?"

"We both have someone to look for, and I highly suspect that she is here" the pink sapphire brushes any of the dirt off of her dress and floats away.

"Umm, good luck" I quickly say before I turn around and head for the ship.

Don't worry I'm coming Blue.

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