#first time drawing Tony yeah baby

[black-and-yellow]

Louie is un-scam-able (he has No money)

[s-horne]

There was a time when Tony had panicked about his future. 

He’d had Peter young, just a couple of years into a crappy relationship that had fallen apart long before their bundle of joy had come and couldn’t be fixed even by Peter’s cherubic smile. From the very first moment, Tony had loved his boy. There hadn’t been a moment that Tony had regretted the relationship that had led him to his son, or ever wished that things had turned out differently. Not when Peter had had a phase as a baby of not sleeping through the night if the temperature wasn’t exactly 78 degrees, not when he’d learnt to talk and hadn’t exited his “why” phase for weeks on end, not even during the long weekend when Peter had caught pretty much every bug floating around his daycare all at once. 

Parenthood was where Tony thrived but, through it all, he’d lain awake at night and longed for someone next to him that wasn’t 2 feet tall and not quite potty trained. He’d wanted a conversation with another adult that wasn’t hurried at the drop-off gate or about yet another late project at work, and he’d wanted an arm around his waist when he was dangerously close to falling asleep whilst making himself his first coffee of the day. 

Everything he wanted for himself, he also wanted for Peter’s sake. He’d wanted someone else to see Peter’s drawings and marvel over them as they went up on the fridge day after day after day. He’d wished for presents from a grandparent at Christmas and another parent who could calm them both down when Peter refused to sleep even as the sun started to rise on the horizon. 

Tony had spent years worrying that no one would take on a small child with an absent parent who could come back and cause a storm at any time. He’d never expected anything to come from a one-night stand when the lights had been turned on in the morning and all of Peter’s toys could be seen in their scattered glory. 

But, then again, Tony had never imagined Steven Grant Rogers. 

.

They’d decided early into their planning that they didn’t want to do a walk down the aisle. Neither of Tony’s parents would be there to walk with him and Sarah had gotten so tearful at the prospect of their engagement alone that they didn’t trust her to be able to see to walk down the aisle on the wedding day itself. 

What they had decided instead was to have Peter as the star of the show, with the rings safely in his possession as he walked down the aisle to both of his parents waiting for him at the altar. 

And, boy, did he steal the show. 

Tony watched with a wide grin as Peter all but skipped up the aisle, his tuxedo so little it was almost comical. Casting a glance to his left, Tony felt something ridiculously fond catch in his chest at the pure and unabashed expression of love on Steve’s face as his eyes tracked Peter’s dance. 

“God, look at him,” Steve murmured.

“He’s gonna drop those rings before we can get them,” Tony laughed. 

“Yeah, probably. But he looks cute, so I’m sure we’ll survive without them.”

Tony scoffed. Be that as it may, he wanted a ring on his finger.

All of a sudden, Peter let out a gasp and started running. “Grandma!”

A ripple of laughter made its way through the guests as Peter headed straight for Steve’s mother. 

“Oh, look at you, my darling,” Sarah crooned, bending down and smoothing a hand over Peter’s hair when he reached her. “You look so gorgeous, little man."

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, my love," Sarah laughed.

"Wanna sit with you!"

"Of course, but first you have to give Daddy the rings. They're very important.”

Peter took Sarah’s hand in a tight grip and practically shoved the ring cushion in Tony’s direction without looking at him. Steve laughed loudly, his eyes still solely on Peter as well.

Tony might have been jealous if he hadn’t been so relieved. So, yeah, he thought to himself as he untied the rings from the cushion and handed them to the officiant, he really needn’t have worried after all. 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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[mymelodymia]

Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/10

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

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You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover //

[observeowl]

A Chance N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha and R talks about having kids and their journey

Natasha was always an attentive person, she always let you talk and only asked her questions after. You can tell she’s really interested in the topic when she asks questions after questions. 

Like right now.

We were at Clint’s place visiting them when Lila showed her recent drawings. Nat was really invested as they conversed with each other. Cooper saw them and didn’t want to feel left out so he joined them as well. 

They were in their own world while their parents and I looked over at them. 

“So… Nat and kids huh.” Clint started out as he took a sip of his coffee. 

“What? I never- well, because Nat-... I don’t know.” I didn’t know what to say. I could tell Nat was having kids in her mind but she hasn’t spoken to me about it. 

“I’m sure it’s okay. You can be the one talking to her about it.” Laura suggested. I nodded to let her know I heard her but it was going to be tough to talk to Nat about it. 

What if I was reading the signs wrong? Maybe she didn’t want a kid. We were not even married yet. What if we fall out in the future? Are we even ready? How are we going to take care of a child in the future? Natasha pulled me out of my thoughts when she placed a hand on my thigh as we were driving back. 

“Yeah?” 

“I called you many times but you weren’t answering. What were you thinking about?” Nat took my left hand while she kept hers on the steering wheel. Should I tell her now? Do I risk it?

“Baby?” Natasha called me again. “You’ve been off since we left Clint’s.” 

“I saw how you looked at Lila and Cooper… Do you… want a kid?” I asked and turned to look at her expression. Her face fell slightly and I knew it was bad timing to ask her. I shouldn’t have asked her at all, now she thinks that I am rushing her. Stupid me. 

“I do.” Nat said, making me snap my head to her. “But I can’t.” She continued. 

“I’m sure Bruce or Tony can figure something out.” I clasped her hand tightly to reassure her. Being forcefully taken away from the privilege of having your own child was such a sick thing to do but I am glad that she may have a chance again. 

All of a sudden, Nat swerved the car to the side of the road and I yelped before being brought into a passionate kiss. “There’s no one else I'd rather have a kid with.” 

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So here we are going to our first ultrasound. Nat took the procedure so it was her carrying our kid. It was either up to Nat or me to carry the baby since they were also able to figure out a way for Nat to get pregnant or than it being genetically from the both of us. 

It was really going either way. Both of us wanted the other party to carry it since it was a very noble task but eventually I pulled out the ultimatum. 

“I’m younger than you. If a few years down the road we decide to have another kid then I’ll carry it. For now, I want you to have the experience first.” I explained to her. Although I wanted her to carry it, it was also dangerous since there could be many complications as Bruce told us. But deep down, I know she knows this could be her only chance. 

“Congratulations! It’s a success.” Bruce showed us the tiny blob on the screen showing that there was finally a life in Natasha. 

“You did it!” I held Nat’s hand in joy. “You’re going to be a mum.”

Natasha POV I thought I could never be happier when I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend. Seeing the screen brought me so much joy I’ve never felt before. Y/N was also very excited as she shook me immediately after hearing the good news. 

“Well, obviously Fury will be notified of this and no future mission for you.” Bruce said as he printed out the ultrasound for the both of us. “Congratulations once again.” 

And with that, time began with the overprotectiveness. I know the first trimester can be slightly tricky and risky as there was a higher chance of miscarriage but Y/N was around me 24/7. It was tough tackling morning sickness and cravings. 

In the beginning, Y/N made me my usual peanut butter sandwich and I made sure she cuts it diagonally otherwise I won’t be eating it. She plates it up and serves it to me together with some orange juice. One of the downsides I quickly realised was not being able to drink my morning coffee. 

As I brought the sandwich closer, the feeling of throwing up was very apparent. I dropped the sandwich and pushed it away and tried to regain myself. “Are you okay?” Y/N came around and asked.

I started tearing up as Y/N held me. “What’s wrong?” She asked. 

Unable to get any words out, I started sobbing uncontrollably in Y/N chest. She became visibly worried as she kept asking if I was okay and what was wrong. I only shook my head and she waited until I calmed down. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” 

“I can’t eat my peanut butter sandwich…” I took her a moment to click in her head but she just smiled at me.

“You can always find a new favourite.” She pulled away from me and used her index finger to lift my chin. “Think of it as an opportunity to explore. Think about all the food combinations there are in the world, maybe you’ll find another one you like.”

“And if you don’t… well, you can come back to it after nine months.” She chuckled at the end. 

“I’ll never leave my peanut butter sandwich.” I said. “But, she wants some ice cream right now.” 

“She? So it’s a her? And are you sure it’s not you who wants ice cream in the morning?” She teased and booped my nose. 

“It’s just a feeling. We are one now, so what I want is what she wants.” I said as I gently caressed my non-existence bump.

“And what you want, I will get.” She kissed my forehead before looking through the freezer for some ice cream. Without bothering to scoop it up, she took the entire tub with a spoon for me. 

“It’s yours now. No one else will touch it.” 

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It’s been a few weeks now and my cravings have been all over the place, literally. Thanks to Y/N and Tony’s extensive cash and contacts, they were able to get what I craved for. I would literally have a breakdown when they told me everything was sold out or none of the stores were carrying it. There were cuisines I have never tried before or countries I’ve been to, but those were the days when that was just all I wanted. 

Sometimes, it was just a weird combination but easily obtained, that’s when I usually see her face relax when she knew she was going to be able to get it. Sad to say, most of my cravings came in the middle of the night. I just know that this little one would be snacking a lot when she comes out of me. 

“Baby….” I nudged Y/N who was sleeping next to me with her hands gently placed on my bump. 

“Hmm? Yes?” She rubbed her eyes and looked at me. I gave her a cheeky smile and she instantly knew I was craving for something again. 

“I want some Hot Cheetos and corn kernels right now.” I gave her the best baby eyes and pout I could muster. 

“No need for this face baby. I’ll get you anything at any time of the day, at your request.” She said while pulling the covers away from her. “Just give me twenty minutes baby. I’ll be right back.” She yawned before taking her night robe and heading out of our room. 

It took a while for me to register that she didn’t change and neither did she take her keys. I rolled out of bed to find her only to see her sleeping in the kitchen with a bag of hot cheetos in front of her. 

“Y/N.” I shook her shoulders gently. “What are you doing here?” I asked with a slight confusion. 

“Huh? I’m just waiting for the corn to be ready.” She pointed towards the stove. “How do you want it to be? In a bowl? Mixed? Or separate?” 

“Mixed sounds nice. Oh, can you also crush up the cheetos so it’s smaller?” I requested. 

She nodded and proceeded to hit the bag with her hands so the contents decrease in size before pouring it into a bowl. Once the corn was ready, she drained the excess water before putting it in a cup and mixed them together. The yellow and orange colour mixed really well.

I guess this was one of my more tamed cravings as I could tell that Y/N was also craving for some as she looked into my bowl with her lips together as if not wanting herself to succumb to temptations. 

“Want to try some? I think it’s something I’ll continue to eat.” I pushed my bowl towards her and she looked at me. “Want me to feed you?” I scooped some in the spoon before putting it closer to her mouth. 

“But it's yours.”

“So I’ll decide how I want to share it.” I moved the spoon, urging her to take a bite. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging.” Reluctantly, she took the bite. 

“It’s really good. I guess we have to keep cheetos and corn in our house from now on.” 

“I love you and I can’t wait to meet our baby.” With my right hand, I held her hand and with my left, I gently stroked the baby bump. Letting her know she’s loved even though she wasn’t born yet. “You’ve done so much for me even though it’s only been three months.” I was grateful for all the sleepless nights Y/N has had, demands she endured and more to come.

“I love you too.”

Your POV With flowers in my hand, I tread down the beaten path to a place that was all too familiar to me. With mixed feelings, I placed the flowers on the ground before taking a seat next to them, looking at the view that they were forever seeing. 

“So…” I started speaking. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to them but it was all stuck in my throat, my thoughts all jumbled up and I was unable to get a word out. 

I cleared my throat before trying again. “Natasha and I are having a kid, with technology we were able to make it happen. Oh and she’s about five months in now. Even though the baby is not here yet, I can definitely understand how you feel now. The overwhelming sense to make sure nothing goes wrong to your kid, to make sure all her needs are taken care of.” 

“It really makes you feel an entirely different feeling that I'm still unable to put my hands on. I can’t wait for her arrival to this world. I just wish you were here to witness it all.” I was getting a little emotional so I quickly shifted the topic. 

“I’m planning to propose to Nat after all this, I already bought the ring so I’m just waiting on the timing. Speaking of which, I should probably get back to her. Wouldn’t want an angry and moody girlfriend to deal with.” I chuckled and stood up. 

“Hopefully, I’ll be able to see you guys again sooner.” I transferred the kiss from my palm to my parent’s graves. 

---

“Where have you been?” Nat whined as she saw I entered the compound. Glancing at the rest of the team, they were laughing at the once stoic badass assassin changing throughout her pregnancy. 

“I went to see my parents, baby.” I hugged her close to my side and whispered in her ears. I didn’t like talking about them to others and I didn’t want to invite questions. She nodded, letting me know she heard me. 

“Were you bored while I was gone?” I reached over for the cheetos that was resting on her bump. It’s not that big yet, but enough to rest a bag of chips on it. We stayed in the living room for a while to catch up.

“Baby, want to head to bed? We have a long day tomorrow.” I asked Nat who was dozing off on my shoulder among the chatter. She hummed and I said goodnight to the rest before carrying her up. 

“Goodnight baby.” I kissed her cheeks before falling asleep myself. 

---

The next morning, it was tough to get out of the compound as Natasha has been throwing up a lot. I thought we had passed that stage but this took both of us by surprise. I tried convincing Natasha to take a break and change plans but she refused. 

We decided that once we went further along into the pregnancy, we were going to tell our parents. We didn’t want them to be all happy and excited only to make them sad again if something were to happen. 

We took the quinjet as it would be quicker and more comfortable. Nat and I talked a lot on our way there, how we were going to spoil our kid, who was going to play the bad cop and how we were going to support her throughout her life. 

We didn’t tell them we were coming so you could imagine their shock when a large plane landed in front of their house. We were greeted with weapons on their hands ready to strike when we walked out of the quinjet. 

Being greeted by a family of ex-assassin was not a thing to joke with and it was taking all of me not to hide behind my pregnant girlfriend. 

“Guys, it’s just us. Drop your weapons.” Nat spoke first before making their way towards them. I smiled and held her hand, but really I was freaking out inside. 

“About time you came to visit us.” Melina said after putting her gun away, same did Yelena. 

We arrived unannounced around lunch time so Melina gave us all a share of whatever she cooked though I passed mine along to Nat, knowing she was going to eat more.

“You’re not hungry, Y/N?” Alexis asked as he wolfed down his plate. 

“Jesus, stop with the barbaric eating. You act as if I don’t cook.” Melina tugged his arm, trying not to get embarrassed by his behaviour.

“We actually came to announce something…” I started in the middle of lunch. 

“Take this napkin and wipe your mouth dear, it's getting all over you.” Melina reached out to the center of the table and passed him a piece of napkin. 

“So a couple of months back…”

“Thank you so much.” He accepted the gesture from his wife and wiped around his mouth. 

“Guys! Listen! All of you!” Natasha slammed the table next to you which made everyone jump. Okay, maybe only me. What kind of assassin jumps at this kind of threat?

“That’s not fair. I didn’t say anything.” Yelena said, earning a glare from Nat. After getting the go ahead from Nat, I continued speaking.

“So, as I was saying…” I began, but this time Nat was the one who interrupted me. What’s with this family and their interrupting? I can never get a full sentence in before someone tries to speak up. 

“Actions speak louder than words.” I looked as she raised from the table and pulled her oversized hoodie behind her waist, showing off her bump. It was silent at the table for a few seconds until the two ladies reacted.

“No way! You’re pregnant!” The mother said. “Looks to be around four months?”

“Five.” I said. 

“But how?” Yelena questioned. Knowing her sister got sterilised in the red room. 

“Bruce and Tony helped a lot.” Nat released her hoodie and sat back down to eat. Lunch continued with how our life was going to change in the future with the little one running around. The bundle of joy that sometimes causes trouble and you giving in to the puppy eyes because your kid wanted some ice cream before bed. But Nat and I would love them no matter what.

Everyone was happy to celebrate the joyous news that only laughter could be heard from the house which was unheard of from this house. 

We retreated back into our room once it reached the night. 

“It’s nice to be back but they can’t stop talking.” Nat sighed as she relaxed into the bed. I sat at the end of the bed to give her a foot massage. Though, it's not everyday that her feet hurt, I know she would never ask for help until it was unbearable. And it was nice to get into a routine.

“How’s your back?” I always give a full package, not stopping at the feet, going to her back and her shoulders if she requests. 

“I’m fine. I just want cuddles.” She spread her arms and I laid in her embrace. 

“Mummy wants to meet you soon… but don’t give mummy too much trouble okay?” I gently poked Nat’s bump and traced random shapes with my finger. “I also can't wait to meet you soon, peanut.” I whispered.

“You’re too cute.” Nat kissed my temple.

“And you’re very beautiful.” 

Natasha POV We know this is usually done much earlier in the pregnancy but we decided to wait a little longer to figure out the gender of the baby. We have been referring it as her because that’s what I was gravitating towards, but we would be happy with either. 

It was embarrassing but I had a breakdown when I couldn't fit into my normal clothes anymore. There would always be an awkward end of my shirt hanging off my bump and not covering it totally and worse of all, my pants wouldn’t even fit!

Y/N came into the room to see me in a sobbing mess and clothes all over the floor one day. Through my cries, I told her my clothes no longer fit and she gave me her hoodie to wear instead. It reached her knees so it was alright for me to wear. 

“Let’s go get you some maternity clothes. Or do you want me to go and get Thor’s clothes? Or Steve’s? Or Bucky’s?” 

“I only want yours.” 

Before we went out, we headed to Bruce lab for another ultrasound check. Wanda wanted to plan a gender reveal party so we told Bruce to give her the result. Everything was fine and since we were planning to have the baby in the compound, we weren’t too worried. 

While getting maternity clothes, Y/N was very excited to get some baby clothes. Surely she managed to grab something in every row. Showing me each set that caught her eye. 

“What about this?” Y/N grabbed one with a baby shark design. I chuckled at how adorable she was, the baby is not here yet and she’s so excited. 

“Grab whatever you want. We’ll put it under Tony’s card.” 

Finally I was able to wear some pants, it’s quite comfortable really. I can see why some of them continue to wear these even after their pregnancy. It looks like normal pants on the outside, but more comfortable.

Once we made our payment, we went back to the compound. Wanda, with everyone’s help, had already planned what she was going to do tomorrow. She was bouncing off the walls, the first time being able to plan a gender reveal party.

Pietro was suffering the worst of her wrath. Being fast and her brother was not a good combination. Wanda always got her brother to buy the party stuff because she was able to get it in an instant. Not even the same day delivery would be able to work as fast as him.

Y/N was laughing her ass off when she saw everyone working their ass off. No one dares to be idling or else she would really let them idle while hanging from the ceiling. When she tried to go out to the backyard to have a look, Wanda quickly shoved her in so she wouldn’t ruin the surprise. 

“Well, it seems like most of them are busy and we have the compound to ourselves. Mostly, anyway.” Y/N said.

“We should use the movie theatre. Maybe have a Harry Potter marathon?” I suggested. 

“Sure! Let me go get some snacks. Cheetos? Cheetos yeah.” Before waiting for my reply, she dashed off the snacks cabinet while I made my way to the dark movie theatre. I decided to start from the beginning as one does in a movie marathon, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. (Or do you call it the Sorcerer's Stone?) 

“I GOT THE SNACKS!” 

“Wait a minute, I’m going to get some extra things.” She opened the bag of Cheetos for me before dashing out again. She sure is excited. I’ve never seen her with a smile this long. She has her down days occasionally, but I’m happy she’s happy.

I laughed hysterically when I saw her coming in with piles of pillows in front of her. She walked slowly as she was unable to see what was in front of her. There was nothing to worry about as if she were to hit on something, the pile of pillows were sure to protect her. 

Y/N placed them all around me and I looked at her. “I want you to be comfortable.” 

“I look ridiculous.” 

“Well, lucky that only I am here.” She ignored me. “Let’s start the movie.” 

We were halfway into the second movie. Several trips have been made to the washroom, to replenish the snacks and drinks and making sure Wanda hasn’t killed anyone. 

“Want to think of baby names, honey?” Y/N asked as she had her arm around my shoulders.

It was something we haven’t thought about. Honestly, I didn’t even think about it. I’ve thrown it to the back of my mind. We’ve been referring to her as ‘baby’ or ‘peanut’ as Y/N sometimes would say.

“I was thinking about Riley or Ayla. Since you think it’s going to be a girl.” Y/N said when she saw that I remained silent. 

“Or maybe Ezra?” I suggested. “Sounds like a strong person.” 

“Well, we still have time to think about it. Let’s not rush it.” She dropped down to the floor and started massaging my feets as it was getting late. I haven’t been on my feet long today but I just let her do it since she would not take no for an answer anyway. She had her eyes on the screen while she worked her methods on my feet. She’s getting better and better each day. 

“BABE!” I raised my voice slightly and placed my hands on my stomach.

“Huh? What? What’s wrong?” She looked around in panic as best she could in the dark room with the lights from the movie. 

“The baby kicked. Here.” I took her hand and placed it on my bump. 

The baby kicked again and this time much stronger and you can clearly see my shirt moving slightly. “Ouhh it feels weird.”

“Yeah, I have to survive with this for three more months. It’s hurting my ribs slightly.” Her face dropped slightly when I told her I was in pain. “I’m fine really, it’s going to be all worth it when our baby comes into this world.” 

We didn’t manage to finish the marathon as I ended up falling asleep on the couch.  She wanted to carry me up to bed but I was already getting comfortable and didn't feel like being moved.Y/N placed a blanket over me and made sure I was alright before taking the next couch.

“Goodnight peanut, I can’t wait to see you soon.” 

---

“Alright, it’s just beyond this door so close your eyes for a sec.” Wanda said excitedly before making Bucky and Steve cover our eyes so we won’t peek. Once she made sure everything was in place, she opened the door and gave the signal for them to uncover our eyes. 

“You can open your eyes now!!” 

The backyard was decorated with purple, pink and blue. Wanda showed us all her designs and I’m impressed that she managed to settle all this in less than a day. All the balloons were hanging in the air due to the helium. They must have figured out how much helium to put with the two brains she has in her arsenal. 

“This is amazing Wanda! You’ve outdone yourself!” Y/N praised Wanda. 

>time skip to main event&lt;

The cupcakes were great, I’m not sure if it was made by Wanda or did she order it. Either way, it’s amazing. 

“Alright. Stand here.” Wanda placed us in the middle of the backyard and gave Y/N a big black balloon for her to hold above our heads. “Hawkeye is going to shoot the balloon and whatever colour the confetti falls out will be the gender of the baby!” 

Clint drew his arrow back and released it. The balloon popped and roars and cheers could be heard as PINK confetti fell around us. 

“We are going to have a girl!!!” Y/N screamed excitedly before bringing me to a hug. 

“Oh my god we are going to get a niece!!” Wanda squealed before jumping on Y/N’s back. “I’m going to be their favourite aunt.” 

>time skip to night<

“So a girl huh.” Y/N said after the party and we were relaxing in bed. She drank a couple glasses of champagne so she’s pretty tipsy now. She didn’t want me to be the only one without alcohol in my glass but I encouraged her. Since she won’t be able to drink anytime soon when the baby comes. 

“She’s going to be my princess. And you’re going to be my queen.” Y/N said before passing out. 

I smiled at her before saying. “You’re my queen too.” I kissed her cheeks before snuggling with her and falling asleep next to her.

>three months later<

Everything is just irritating at the moment. Being nine months pregnant is not fun. It’s getting tiring having to get up to pee every few minutes and the baby just kicking my ribs and kidney, it’s so frustrating. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked as she saw me getting out of the couch. 

“To the washroom. AND NO! I don’t need you to follow me.” I can’t even do anything without someone watching me nowadays. I waddled to the washroom since normal walking was getting difficult. 

“Oh hey Nat. Where are you doing?” Steve came from a corner.

“Just leave me alone.” Nat raised her voice and Steve backed away from her. 

“Steve.” I heard Y/N say. He looked at her before walking away, leaving me alone. 

Y/N was still looking in my direction waiting for me to come back, she didn’t say anything but I know she was worried silently in her own way. I shifted in my seat when I felt a dull pain in my lower back. Those stupid braxton hicks that I’ve been getting lately was annoying as well. 

I felt Y/N arms around my back and she shifted around so she could massage my back. I faced my back against her so it was easier on her. With two hands, she started working and I could feel that my pain was vanishing. 

“Are you feeling better?” She asked.

“Yes. Thanks. Sorry for snapping at you earlier.” 

“It’s fine. You are probably feeling very irritated. I understand. You get a free pass.” She joked at the end. 

“You know I love you right?” 

“I love you too, beautiful.” Y/N hugged me from behind and gently placed her hands on my belly. “Ohh, did she just kick?”

I nodded. My mood has changed with just a few moments of interaction with her. “I can’t wait to actually meet her.”

---

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked when she sensed that I kept shifting in bed.

“Yeah. I just can’t get comfortable.” I randomly said. 

Y/N got out of bed and placed the yoga ball in front of her. “You’re never going to find a better position to sleep. So just sit here and try to forget about the pain.” She suggested. I sighed and nodded since sleep was not coming easily. She helped me up from bed, just sitting up from bed is so difficult and placed me on the blue yoga ball. She sat on one herself and we bounced on them together. 

Once we got into a rhythm, I was getting a lot more relaxed and I could feel my eyes closing. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep at any time. I’ll be here.” She reassured me. I closed my eyes and leaned on Y/N body and I’m not sure what happened next.

The next day I woke up in bed and Y/N was already gone. I thought she would be here with me the entire time so I was slightly upset. I tried getting up from bed and that’s when I felt the wet feelings between my legs.

Ah shit. My water just broke. 

I rode through the first contraction before rolling out of bed and gave myself a quick shower. This shit hurts, it is nowhere close to what braxton hicks feels like. 

I placed both arms on the countertop and endured the pain as another contraction came.

“Nat? Are you okay?” Y/N asked as she saw me clutching my stomach in the bathroom. 

“I- my water broke so-“

“What? Why didn’t you call me?” She cuts me off. 

“Just shut up.”  

“Okay. Okay. Let’s go to Bruce first.” She continued to rub my back while I was holding the edge of the sink, taking deep breaths from the pain. 

“Alright, just change into the gown and we’ll take a last ultrasound to see if the baby is in the right place.” Bruce said. Once he checked and made sure everything was okay, he gave us the freedom of either staying at the medbay until the time came or just hanging close to the lab in case anything happened. 

“Can we just walk around babe?” I asked after enduring another contraction. 

“Yeah sure, if it helps.” She helped me out of the bed and we walked up and down the 

hallway. My feet hurt from walking and standing but it’s nothing compared to what my pelvic was experiencing. I groaned and muttered curse words as the contraction got closer and closer. 

“Nat, I know you want to walk but we should go back.” Y/N urged. 

The moment I laid on the bed, another contraction hit. “Fuck! It hurts… too much.” I gripped onto Y/n wrist, cutting the blood flow to her hands. 

“Time for an epidural?” Bruce came in to check and I just nodded my head, unable to say much. 

He hooked me up to the epidural and pasted all sorts of things on my belly to keep track of the contraction. “Alright, it should kick in in a few minutes.” 

“Why did I even agree to this?” I asked Y/N finally when I was well enough. 

“Because you know it will be all worth it in the future.” She wiped the sweat on my forehead and pushed the stray hair behind my ears. “Rest as much as you can.”

Your POV

It has been 8 hours since Nat’s water broke in the morning and 2 since she got her epidural. She isn’t dialating as quickly as she liked and although she wasn’t in as much pain as she was earlier, she still had a firm grip on my wrist, never letting go. 

I tried wiping away as much sweat as I could. There wasn’t really much I could do other than being there for her. I noticed that her temperature was rising each time I approached her. “Baby, are you feeling okay?” 

She didn’t say anything but nodded her head groggily. “I know you’re tired, but you shouldn’t be this tired.” 

Worried that something might be wrong, I went to get Bruce who was just working next door. I stood to the side when Bruce asked Nat a couple questions regarding her current situation. “I’m guessing you are allergic to epidurals. I’ll take it off you and see if the fever resides.” 

“I’m glad it was nothing serious.” I said.

“Well, you’re slightly past eight centimeters now, so just a few hours more and you can start pushing.” Bruce informed Natasha before leaving again. 

“The pain is going to start again.” Nat whimpered as I held her hand.

“You do this. You’re strong, baby.” 

Since the time to push was approaching, more people started to gather in the room. Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Pietro, Sam and Tony all came. They were all trying to distract her from the pain by chatting with her but my wrist was not able to escape.

I watched as her face scrunched in pain. “At this moment, I really hate you a lot.” Nat said while she held her belly and the other laughed at my demise like this was some sort of a show for them. 

“Is it very funny?” And they all instantly shut up.

Then, Dr Cho and Bruce came in and urshed everyone to leave while the other medical personnel got Natasha ready. I could see the panic in Nat’s face as she knew what was coming. “Hey hey, it’s okay. I'm going to be right here.” 

Dr Cho took the wheels and started guiding Nat. “Just listen to your body and push whenever you feel ready.” 

Natasha started pushing for some time but there was minimal progress. I saw more nurses crowding around and I knew I needed to distract Nat. “You’re doing okay.” I encourage Nat and plant a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

“I can see the head, the end of the tunnel is in sight.” Hearing this, motivated Nat and once again she gave her all. 

“Alright, the shoulder is out. Just one last push.” 

“Arghhh.” Natasha gave one final push and I can hear the baby cries and Natasha's face relaxing. 

“Y/N, do you want to cut the cord?” Dr Cho called out.

“You did amazing, baby.” I kissed Nat on the lips before going to cut the cord. 

“Here’s your beautiful baby girl.” Dr Cho passed her to me after cleaning her up.

“Nat! Look. Isn’t she adorable?” I let her hold our baby girl. 

“She is the best.” Nat said while her eyes were closing. 

“Nat! What’s wrong?” I asked anxiously. 

“Take care of her.” My arms went to catch our girl before my mind registered what’s happening. The next thing I know, I was being pushed out of the room with our baby girl in my arms. 

I was frozen staring into the room until someone tapped my shoulders. “Y/N. What’s wrong?” Wanda spoke up when she noticed my expression. 

“I- I don’t know. Nat’s eyes were closing and- and now I’m here. What if something happens to her? What if she died? What am I going to do?” 

“Y/N! Calm down. She’s going to be fine. She’s a fighter.” Steve stopped me before I spiral out. 

“Let me meet my niece!” Wanda excitedly said. Everyone took turns holding my baby girl when I were still trying to figure out what was going on in the room. 

Soon Bruce came out and I stepped forward immediately. “How’s Natasha?” I asked.

“She’s alright now. There was a hemorrhage since her uterus is artificial. Her body wasn’t used to it even after nine months. After a blood transfusion she should be fine.” Bruce updated me. I released a breath that I didn’t realise I was holding. 

“Can I see her now?”

“Yup. She should wake up soon.” 

When I walked into the room, I was expecting her to be asleep. But I guess the anesthesia wasn’t that strong. She was already sitting up against the bed like she would every morning. She was always an early riser, already completed many things before I even woke up. 

“Why are you just standing there?” Natasha broke me out of my thoughts. 

“You scared me.’ I said in a low voice. “YOU FUCKING SCARED ME. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE!” 

“I know I know. But I am here now.” I wiped my tears as I approached her. 

“How’s Riley?”

“Huh?”

“Riley, our daughter.”

“Oh, here.” I passed Riley to Natasha. “She’s still sleeping but it’s likely she’ll wake up soon.”

Others burst into the room, making lots of noise and I instantly hushed them. Everyone cooed at the sight they were looking at. Never in their life did they think they would get to see Natasha being so soft or even have her own child. 

“I didn’t introduce her properly earlier. Meet Riley Romanoff.” 

[the-players-arcade]

Personal

I’m not sure if i’m going to post this or not. I feel like I should. Like I want to. Fuck it. I’m gonna. So. I’ve been a bit busy with life. Mainly, dealing with myself and my mother being kicked out by my Aunt, Christine Brooks.

The reason we got kicked out was because my Aunt, was yelling at my mother and blaming her for things like asking if she wants the trash in the living room to be taken out. And my mother began crying.

I couldn’t stand it, and I stormed into the room, and screamed back at her in defense of my mother, saying “She was trying to help you”.

Out of all the things I thought my Aunt would do, CALLING THE FUCKIGN COPS ON ME, is NOT what I expected.

I would’ve yelled more at her if I wasn’t so shocked. I went upstairs with my mother, who afterward went back downstairs, and waited for the Cops to arrive. I was sitting there, shaking and rocking in place as I genuinely believed that my life was now over because my Aunt got scared of me, as I couldn’t stop thinking the words “It’s my fault”

And I had to mentally fight against myself on that thought. Because it wasn’t. I couldn’t have known that my Aunt would escalate to calling the fucking cops on me, because I yelled back at her for the first time in fucking ever. Because I chose to defend my mother against her yelling, because I could not fucking stand hearing my own mother cry.

The cops arrived, and I calmly stated that all I did was yell back at my aunt. I made no move to physically harm her nor ever had the intention to do so. My goal in that moment was to get between my aunt and my mother and protect my mom.

No one got arrested. All the cops did was say they can’t make me and my mother leave, and said my aunt could try and get an eviction on us. Which she said she would try to do so, once the Courts and stuff were open; It was the weekend, and the court would only open on Monday.

After that, I was genuinely afraid of going downstairs by myself. Because I know my Aunt owns a gun. And after her calling the cops on me, I no longer knew what she might decide to do.

To skip ahead a bit... We managed to get a place, on lease for a year. I ended up personally putting in 1,400 dollars. One bedroom, but we can make it work. Happens to be something me and my mom are good at; Making stuff work.

It’s a lot nicer then living out in the city. I don’t hear gunshots at night. i don’t hear explosions. or screams. Or yelling. It’s so much nicer here.

But my Sister got left behind. Sierra. Who Christine Brooks raised as her own child. Who, legally I must admit, took her form my mother. Because when me and my sister were born, my mother got sick. Really sick. To the point she didn't know if she’d make it. She trusted me to my Father, and my Sister to Aunt Chris.

She made it. She lived. And then my Aunt decided not to give Sierra back.

My aunt has since used the funds she has procured from having Sierra to get things she otherwise wouldn’t have. And currently, before we left, all my Sister was given to fucking eat, has been biscuits and gravy, cheese pizza, and fucking puffy cheetos. Christine Brooks also babysits for her actual child, Tony, helping care for Tony’s baby. And neglecting my Sister.

Did I mention my Aunt also smokes pot? Legally, yes. But she smokes it way too fucking much. She smokes it around Sierra. Even around the baby. Whenever me and Mom got back from somewhere, we’d be able to smell the pot before even getting in front of the front door. Oh, speaking of that baby, she lets that baby draw on everything. On the walls, the fridge, and even lets her play atop the stove.

And my Sister is forced to be stuck in a fucking room so the baby can leave her alone. Because my sister, has autism. More severely then I. She has health issues, medical problems, and problems with her sight. So yeah, my Aunt made a lot of money raising her. Money isnt’ really the issue I have with her having my Sister though.

The real issue is all the time I could’ve spent with her. All the time me and her could’ve bonded. When we were kids, we got along great. We played so much stuff together, when we could see eachother. But then we had to move a long time ago, and saw eachother a lot less. ...And my sister changed. I don’t know of everything she went through. But she seemed a lot less happier.

And now my Sister... may never see me again. As she probably gets yelled at more by our Aunt for not understanding things. Manipulated and mentally messed with by my Aunt. My Sister is about as old as me, but mentally... she didn’t really get taught how to grow up. My aunt tells her she needs to learn things, yet she still yells at her and makes her stay in her fucking room for so long.

I am so sorry Sierra. I am so, so sorry. You deserve a better life. You deserve so much better. i’m sorry I couldn’t stick around to help you. I would’ve if I didn’t feel so scared of being killed by my own aunt because I no longer knew what she could decide to do.

As for my aunt, Christine Brooks? Believe me, I know what I could have chosen to do. I know what i’m capable of. But it’s not knowing what you can do that makes someone dangerous or evil. It’s whether or not you choose to. And I chose not to do anything to her. Because she’s in her 60s. I’m in my 20s. I have a lot more time in my life then her.

I’ll outlive her. And that’s good enough for me.

[october-lady]

I’ll make you beg for it, chapter 15

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Chapter rating: T/M

Word Count: 3272

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14

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When you get to the part where I'm describing what they are wearing, I found dresses for inspiration. You can have a look now or later (I'll put the links at the end too) if you don't want to have it spoilt but I just thought I should share this with you.

Wanda's dress

Natasha's dress

Natasha was woken up by her bedroom door creaking open. Not that long ago, she would have immediately gone into defence mode, reaching for her gun. But this wasn’t the first time her sleep got interrupted like this.

She raised her head, opening one eye slightly to confirm the intruder.

“I can’t sleep,” Wanda whispered into the dark as she quickly tiptoed across the room.

“Get in, baby,” she mumbled and lifted up the covers, letting the other woman in. She snuggled up to her, going back to sleep immediately. 

Wanda relaxed in the embrace, smiling into the dark. It was only in the middle of a night when the spy was half asleep when she was called different pet names. Natasha would deny that, of course, she would never be caught using words like this unless there was an actual baby. 

The rest of the night was uneventful, both women finally getting their beauty sleep. Natasha was awake first, the warm sun sneaking in through the curtains tickling her on her face. She smiled into Wanda’s hair, breathing in the smell of her shampoo that was so unmistakingly her.

They didn’t have to get up early or rush today. It was Tony’s birthday and of course that meant there was a party. All of the Avengers were invited, along with some of Tony’s other friends and people he has worked with. For anyone else, it would be a big party. For Tony, it was just a small gathering.

But that meant everything else was cancelled. No training, no work, unless you’re Pepper who always prepares for a PR nightmare, just in case because that’s what she’s been used to since the early days. Everyone else is taking it slow and resting, saving their energy for the evening. Except probably Steve whose idea of a rest day is running just half the laps.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Natasha smiled when Wanda finally turned, letting out an unhappy noise about being awake. “I hope you got some sleep. Did you have a nightmare?” She asked as she brushed the brown hair off the woman’s face.

“Hmm,” Wanda wasn’t ready to wake up just yet. Instead she pressed her face into the crook of Natasha’s neck, wrapping her arm around her small body to hold her close.

The redhead didn’t push her, instead she was just mindlessly drawing circles on her back, letting her slowly wake up.

Neither woman would admit it but waking up together, especially after a rough night, was one of their favourite things. It was amazing how quickly they got accustomed to another body sharing the space.

“Do you want to have breakfast?” Natasha asked when they were both fully conscious and talking.

“Yeah. Can we go out, please? I think I’m in the mood for pancakes but I don’t want to cook.” Wanda looked up at her with her big eyes, subconsciously licking her lips at the idea of fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and berries. It was still strange to her that people would go out for breakfast but it was so easy, especially when she was in the mood for something cooked.

“Of course we can,” Natasha laughed. “But I can cook for you if you want.”

“I know but everyone else is going to be there and I’d rather just be with you alone, before the party, you know…” Wanda trailed off, suddenly busy fixing her hair.

“Ahh… Because we can’t talk at the party?” Natasha raised her eyebrow.

“Well… I just assumed you wouldn’t want anyone to know we’re… involved.” Wanda shrugged.

“They all know anyway, they just pretend they don’t because they know I’d chop them up with a butterknife if they tried to make fun of us.” The spy laughed.

“There’s going to be other people too.”

“Would you like to go together? As a couple?” Natasha smiled and reached out for her hand.

“Are you serious? But what about others? What if it gets out to the public?” Wanda’s face was flashing with excitement and scepticism at the same time.

“Who cares about the outside world,” she chuckled dramatically. “Besides, you’re going to be the prettiest woman there no doubt, I can’t have anyone, especially sleazy drunk men, trying to charm you.”

“Is that so, agent Romanoff? You think I’m pretty?” Wanda lowered her voice and got dangerously close to her. 

“Of course you are,” Natasha rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“So are you saying I’m yours then?” Wanda purred, pressing her lips against Natasha and pushing her down on the bed.

They kissed for a while and when it got heated, hands roaming all over bodies, Natasha broke it off.

“Breakfast, miss Maximoff,” and snuck from underneath the witch with a smirk.

They drove to their favourite bistro at the edge of town and ordered their usual. Wanda fell in love with their chocolate chip pancakes on the first bite, drowning them in maple syrup. She always ordered a fruit bowl as well, the tangy berries taking off a bit of the sweetness.

Natasha ordered something different every time, depending on her mood. If it was after a mission, she usually went for a big breakfast with lots of unhealthy food like bacon and eggs and sometimes even pancakes.

On other days, she just opted for a toast with some fruit, occasionally just coffee. Wanda said that that was a waste of time, who goes out for breakfast and only has coffee but Natasha insisted that she was still enjoying herself.

It was quite a lazy morning, they took a little stroll around the town before heading back, enjoying the sun. Wanda carefully linked their fingers, expecting Natasha to pull away. She didn’t. In fact, she squeezed the brunette’s hand just a little tighter and gave her a shy smile. She couldn’t remember when, or if at all, was the last time she walked around holding hands with someone she actually liked. 

It felt good. Normal.

They both got ready for the party in their own rooms, mainly for convenience if anything, 

When she was ready, Natasha walked down the hallway to pick Wanda up. She smoothed her dress and took a deep breath. This was their first official public date. In front of their friends. She knew it wasn’t going to be news for any of them, it got progressively hard to stay subtle but she couldn’t help but be a little bit nervous.

On top of that she was going to see Wanda in a dress. An evening dress. Not her usual emo/goth style.

She finally knocked just as the door opened.

“I knew you were here,” the brunette smiled.

“Did you?” Natasha grimaced.

“Yes, I could feel your presence.” Wanda nodded.

“Show off,” the redhead rolled her eyes and finally looked at her. Her mouth stayed open in awe. Wanda was wearing a red skater dress. The top was lace with a deep v cut cleavage and short sleeves. The skirt was just plain. Her hair was simply falling on her shoulders in big lazy waves that she clearly attempted. Long silver earrings were hanging off her ears and a tiny silver necklace was decorating her chest. Wanda’s whole outfit was so unmistakably her but in a flashy evening way.

“Careful, agent Romanoff, a fly might get into your mouth,” Wanda laughed as she pushed her hair behind her ear shyly.

“You look stunning,” Natasha let out.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself,” Wanda winked at her as she ran her hand down Natasha’s side. The redhead’s dress was black and simple, ending just below her knees in an elegant way. It was sleeveless, teasingly falling off her shoulders, the low cut cleavage pushing up her breasts.

“Thanks, I’m not much of a dress person so this is my go to, I guess,” Natasha’s cheeks went slightly crimson under the brunette’s admiring eyes.

Their bodies were now pressed together, their hands resting on their sides.

“Fuck, I want to kiss you so bad but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick, it’s such a pretty colour,” Natasha swore and pressed her forehead against Wanda’s.

“And you expect me to keep my hands to myself all night while your boobs are basically on display?” Wanda groaned.

“We should probably go otherwise we might not make it at all,” Natasha laughed and pushed herself away from the brunette to take a proper look at her again before grabbing her hand and walking down the hall.

The party was in a different wing of the compound, in the more public part, away from the private quarters. When they arrived, most guests were probably already there.

They both took a glass of champagne from the waiter at the door and entered the madness.

“It’s like Tony is trying to trick us into thinking he’s not getting old,” Natasha rolled her eyes when she took in the whole scene.

Classy canapes and drinks clashed with trashy music. There was champagne and caviar but old disco music. People were wearing dresses and suits and waiters carried trays on one hand but there were balloons around.

“I… don’t know what I expected but I don’t think it was this,” Wanda was looking around, trying to find a familiar face.

“You finally made it,” Pepper rushed to them as soon as she spotted them. Her eyes fell down on their connected hands for a second but her face didn’t show any reaction.

“We’re not late, are we?” Wanda frowned.

“No one goes to parties on time, Pepper,” Natasha tried to hide her rolling eyes by taking a sip of her drink.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not late, I’m just a bit bored. Look at all these men in suits, so serious, all they want to talk about is work,” Pepper grabbed a glass from the waiting walking past and downed it.

“Whoa, you should slow down,” the redhead chuckled.

“Are the others not here yet?” Wanda looked around nervously. She didn’t know any of these people and if she were honest, she didn’t really have any desire to get to know them. 

Natasha pointed to a table nearby where Steve was circled by older men trying to get all of his attention. Sam was set next to him, obviously bored, playing with the drink in his glass, swirling it around.

On the dance floor, Thor was flexing his muscles surrounded by probably most of the female guests. Tony was showing off some of his new gadgets.

Clint and Bruce were sitting at the bar, neither of them clearly wanting to be at a party like this.

“Friendly faces, at last,” Maria welcomed them dramatically with her arms open. She immediately noticed that Wanda and Natasha were still holding hands and her face lit up. “Are we finally allowed to talk about this?” She gestured between them.

“No,” Natasha shut her down when she felt the little squeeze Wanda gave her. 

“Don’t care, I’m just glad you finally pulled your heads out of your asses,” the brunette chuckled.

“Maria,save your comments for someone else,” Pepper scolded her playfully but her lips were twitching in a smile.

“You guys are so rude! We’re gonna have a little look around I think. Shall we get a drink, mylady?” Natasha smirked when she saw the two women’s reaction after she winked at Wanda.

“Please,” the brunette let out dramatically.

“So, looks like everyone knew all along,” Natasha said when she leaned against the bar.

“I told you so,” Wanda smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, you can read people’s minds,” the redhead rolled her eyes.

“Not necessarily minds, mostly feelings. But you can get a lot out of those if they’re strong,” Wanda looked pointedly at Natasha.

The redhead felt like she was under a microscope under the brunette’s gaze and quickly moved her eyes, changing the subject.

“What do you want to drink?”

“I don’t really know.” Wanda shrugged.

“How much experience do you actually have with alcohol?” Natasha measured her with her eyes half closed.

“Just from here.”

“So not much. Hm… anything you don’t like?” Natasha was looking at all the bottles behind the bar, trying to figure out what to pick.

“The taste of alcohol in some spirits, I think.”

“How about gin and tonic then but let’s get a flavoured one. Excuse me, can we please get two gin and tonics, blood orange, Malfy if you have it, if not then Whitley Neill.”

“Straight away, ma’am.” The bartender nodded and hurried away.

"You know your drinks," Wanda laughed, impressed with Natasha naming specific brands. 

"I just know what's good," the redhead smirked. 

When the drinks arrived, Wanda expectantly took a sip. 

"Mmm, I like that!" 

"I thought you might, little witch," Natasha chuckled as she took her own sip. 

To entertain each other and avoid boring small talk with businessmen and investors who seemed to be very interested in the former spy, Natasha spent the night having Wanda try different gins. 

As she got drunker, she got also more jealous and possessive over the woman by her side, tightening the hold on the redhead’s waist and dropping it lower with each man that approached them.

Natasha noticed, of course, and she would be lying if she pretended she weren’t enjoying it. She’s had possessive men trying to own her before but this felt different. She liked that Wanda liked her that much and that she was ready to defend her from old bald men. It wasn’t necessary obviously but it’s the thought that counts.

It was when she could see Wanda’s eyes flashing red around a particularly friendly man that Natasha decided it might be time to call it a night.

It was after midnight, Tony had cut his giant cake and the guests were getting more and more drunk and therefore annoying.

“Come on, little witch, it’s time to head back,” Natasha whispered into Wanda’s ear. 

“But I’m having fun,” the brunette smirked as her hand fell down on Natasha’s butt and squeezed.

“I know you are. But you’ve had quite a few drinks and your eyes are starting to glow red,” she arched her eyebrow.

“That’s the desire I feel for you,” Wanda tried to whisper seductively.

“Oh my God, you are so cheesy,” Natasha rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh as she started pulling the other woman to the door.

As soon as they were away from the busy corridor, Natasha took her heels off.

“That’s much better!”

“Oh, good idea,” Wanda giggled as she stumbled after her.

After a few steps, Wanda grabbed Natasha’s wrist to pull her closer and pushed her against a wall.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, their slightly mouths open and chests rising in quick, shallow breaths.

And then Wanda dropped her shoes and grabbed Natasha’s face in her hands, kissing her hungrily. The redhead pulled her closer by her waist, easily giving into the kiss. It was sloppy and wet because they were both trying to get as much of the other as possible, releasing some of the tension that built up over the course of the night.

Wanda’s hands were tangled in red curls, gently tugging at them as she also pushed her head closer, keeping it in place.

After a few long minutes, Natasha finally pulled away, resting her forehead on Wanda’s, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Wanda… What if someone comes, we should go…” she let out, still trying to catch her breath. For a former assassin who can take on several aliens, she felt surprisingly out of her form after a simple kiss.

“I don’t care, they can see us,” Wanda smirked, trying to sneak another kiss.

“You only say that because you’re drunk,” Natasha laughed and pushed the other woman off of her body. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Fineee!” Wanda huffed dramatically. “But can I sleep in your room, pretty please?” 

“Of course you can, little witch,” the redhead smiled. She loved sharing a bed with the brunette. She wouldn’t admit it but having someone she cared about and who cared about her be there when she woke up at night made her incredibly happy.

They arrived in her room shortly. Before she had time to do anything, she watched as Wanda’s dress dropped to the floor, leaving her standing there in her scarlet lingerie. 

Natasha swallowed, her eyes running over the perfect body. 

“Do you need help with your dress?” Wanda asked innocently as she stepped out of the pool of fabric.

“I-” Natasha lost her words. She could feel herself getting wet. Or, to be exact, more wet than she was after the kiss. Wanda was trying to seduce her and it was working.

The brunette stepped behind her and pulled down the zipper slowly. She ran her hands down Natasha’s shoulders, pushing the dress down and revealing more and more freckled skin. 

The redhead wasn’t wearing a bra but her boobs were soon captured by the brunette’s hands.

“Hmm, I’ve missed your skin,” she murmured, pressing her lips to the pale skin on Natasha’s neck and sucking on it.

Natasha left out an involuntary moan.

They shouldn’t.

Not tonight.

“Wanda…no…” She turned in Wanda’s hold.

“Wanda yes,” the brunette smirked and pushed her on the bed before she climbed after her. She started kissing her immediately but Natasha managed to stop her.

“I don’t want to do this tonight,” Natasha whispered as she pressed her forehead against Wanda’s, holding her hand that she pulled away from her boob.

“You don’t want to sleep with me?” Wanda sat up sharply, hurt quickly forming in her eyes.

“Oh believe me, I do.” Natasha groaned. “I’m wet just from kissing you in the hallway. But I just… it’s silly. But you’re drunk. I’m…tipsy. And given our start… I just feel like…” She intertwined their fingers and cupped Wanda’s cheek in her other hand. “I just want to do this properly. I want us to be sober. I want to be able to enjoy it with all my senses. Not be tired because I had a few drinks. I want you to enjoy it fully. You’re exhausted, I can see it… And it just feels wrong to do it for the first time… well, first time after we’ve… you know, when you’re drunk…” Natasha was looking anywhere but the brunette by the time she finished. 

She could feel her cheeks burning. She felt silly. And stupid. Every single cell in her body wanted to touch Wanda. Wanted to run her fingers over Wanda’s dripping clit, she wanted to hear her moan and feel her twitch under her touch. She wanted to come undone under Wanda’s touch.

But she also wanted Wanda to remember it and enjoy it and not wake up with a raging headache and a hangover.

“Agent Romanoff, you’re getting soft,” Wanda measured her through her squinting eyes.

“Shut up, Maximoff,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“I might be a bit tired,” Wanda admitted as she closed her eyes. “Whoa, the room is spinning.” She opened her eyes quickly, steading herself on the bed.

“I’ll get you some water,” Natasha laughed. She was relieved Wanda took it well.

The redhead made Wanda drink a big glass of water along with a paracetamol and left more on her nightstand. Wanda fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, exhausted by the alcohol and the long night full of socialising. Natasha smiled into her hair as she snuggled up into her, her arm loosely over the brunette’s sleeping body.

Wanda's dress

Natasha's dress

Chapter 16

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[wrestlezon]

dynamite 3/22/23 (live)blog containment zone

we started late again...

omg… hospital for the bucks… theyre doing it. theyre progressing the elite story hangman… in the ambulance… omega gets left behind… OOOOO theyre DOIN IT….

[orange + sting & darby vs kip + butcher and the blade]

sheesh lol orange's facepaint :)c kip periwinkle'd his hair kip is cool because i look at him and know exactly what his deal is. he is a my chemical romance tumblrman when i can look at a wrestler and understand what their deal is? thats good mcr tumblrman is not even my thing but i appreciate him having style. and panache i also like his goofy sinister mindgames at orange. i also like that they WORK on orange. he got under his skin! he made orange of all people snap! such a good rivalry kip: yes! the crowd: BOOOOOOO the crowd: yaaaaaay kip: yeah thats more like it!!! sting: 🧍‍♂️ kip: 😰 that was a cute ending! i liked that lmao orange is knighting sting

[video for the pillars 4way]

ooooo theyre finally pulling the trigger on the pillars 4way…

[video for kenny vs vikingo]

whoops i missed this because i was getting a snack. despite whatever the hell is going on on twitter i dont need a video package to enjoy a good match tho

[gunn club vs top flight]

the gunns outfit today? insane unbelievably im having a hard time concentrating on this match because im lost in the bliss of chips + yogurt

oh no… ftr leaves aew if they lose… well. i wont get mad

[backstage with jade & mark sterling]

so fucking funny that mark sterling's letterhead logo is 1) GIANT and 2) FULL BLACK. the printer ink!!!!

[stokely vs hook]

soooo excited for this lmfao stokely pulling the not medically cleared card. AND retiring again just to seal the deal "HE IS SICK!!!" love how the security guard action jumped into the chair stokely screaming quoting 2pac? god. killing him with that chair just holding up stokely!! hook is so strong dead. killed him

oh my god matt hardy encouraging ethan page to avenge stokely This Is How Matt Hardy Can Get Revenge

[adam cole!]

yay adam cole what a face. hes not going to do a heelturn, right? at least not anytime soon i wonder who he is fighting LMAO DANIEL GARCIA… oh my god. his entire capital L Look ok cole is def not gonna do a heelturn if hes up against garcia

[backstage with kenny and don callis]

ooooo theyre doing ittttttt… theres strife… oooo

[moxley vs stu]

uno's mask is soooo shiny get him stu!!!!!!! cool pose on the ropes, moxley lmfao claudio yawning?? whoa what a loose slam by moxley. big flip off the corner by stu!! very cool oooh moxley's counter into bulldog was also cool backpack moxley huh, whats going on with moxley's ear? oh its bandage

lmao yuta "we're off the clock! 🙄"

[backstage with ricky starks]

mad about beefin with juice? yea oh theyre finally gonna fight? on rampage!

[QTV?]

little baby drawing on the cubicle lmao this footage is rj city in the background of this bit too? i thought it was funny he was in the first one like they just took over his office and started being really cringe in there and hes just like 🙄 well ok then

[toni storm vs skye blue]

booo outcasts. yay skye blue whoa that was a swift and snappy suplex thing by toni. that crowd person is loud, whoever they are

nooo dont spraypaint her ! the women's facesquad has appeared riho!! wlilow!!

rampage being on saturday… when i was in 3rd grade i got into an argument with the neighbor boy about wwe not being on whatever day it was supposed to be on and bet him 5 dollars about it. i won and didnt get 5 dollars because thats an astronomical amount in like 90s dollars

[backstage with stu]

oh no stu's arm moxley LMAO i love how the BCC are just backstage rascals now like if you wander around backstage you better watch out because you might get into a lv50 random encounter with the BCC

[kenny vs vikingo]

SON OF KING VIKING lmfao kenny's intro having so much shade in it. that's don callis' doing, right omg that dude's superkick party sign is so extreme kenny oooooooooomegaaaaaaaaaa!!! his theme is sooooooo good. god we havent heard it in so long right? because theyve been coming out to journey this whole time? is this kenny's first solo match back omg! vikingo tope whoa??? implosion hurricarana?? dude has been doing nothing but the sickest of flips no! kenny, no! drop it…. drop it!!! no table! cmon theres no need for this!! lmao he is being so badguy. hair pulling!! this rules. we get to see all the top-tier precision moves because these are insane toptier wrestlers these guys are doing SO MANY apron/off the ring moves right now omg balance: unparalleled ??????????? phoenix splash "you can see it in his eyes! ill intent" now hes just killing a ragdoll "swan-diving reverse hurricanrana!!" my friend is yelling about how we've never seen any of these moves in our lives and yet they have names according to excalibur holy shit a 630 what?? vikingo did like a million rotations lmfao vikingo rolling up and all the way around kenny omega to get him into a pin??? omg you straight up cannot blink in this match kenny won!

OH MY GOSH ITS THE BCC sirens?? HANGMAN STOLE AN AMBULANCE???? what is that. what is his weapon oh its a plank with nails in it. why is it spraypainted black !!!! CALLIS he is such a LIAR!!!!!!!! SNAKE!!!!!!!!! OUGHH!!!! im making an angry wojak face right now

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ Feelings-schmeelings let’s go raw

You nod and drag your teeth over your bottom lip.  “Yeah - yeah.  Let’s do it.  Tested first, then I’ll get an implant, and then let’s do it.”

The two men look at each other with excited grins.  “This is gonna be great!” Clint says.

It takes a little while before the tests were taken and implants were put in, along with the time between switching from one kind of birth control to the other means it was safe to have unprotected sex.  By the time you come over to the Tower and tell them both that you’re good to go, they’re almost too excited to contain themselves.

“I bet it feels so fucking good being inside you raw,” Clint whispers as he kisses your neck, his hand going up under your shirt to squeeze your breast.  “I bet I come right away.”

“That’s not very sexy for me,” you tease, playing with his hair. “Takes me more than a one-pump chump to get me off.”

Clint starts giggling. “Well, it’s a good thing there’s two of us and we both have perfectly working mouths,” Tony says, sending you into a fit of giggles too.  “Come on.  I think we need to take this to the bedroom.  Really test this out.”

You all get up and head into the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you make your way upstairs.   By the time you all reach the bedroom you’re all naked and the men are rock hard.  You turn to face them with a smirk.  “Guess you both better get me really wet, huh?”

Tony stalks toward you and wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you in close.  “I think we can handle that.”

He leans in and presses a searing kiss onto your lips and guides you back onto the bed.  As you sit at the edge of the mattress, Tony lowers himself to his knees and pushes your legs apart.  He spreads your folds with his fingers and ducks down, licking up your slit.  You hum and let yourself fall back on the mattress.  Clint kneels beside Tony and you spread your legs wider, bringing one up on the mattress to make room for them both.

They both start licking and sucking at your pussy.  Their tongues tangle as they flick them over your clit.  A warm, pleasant buzz spreads through you from your cunt, until your whole body tingles and your head feels soft and floaty.  Tony eases a finger inside you and as he fucks you with it, Clint pushes in one of his too.  It’s always a strange sensation, but it seems to be the one that knocks you right over the edge. You start panting and writhing on the mattress.  You buck your hips and clench around him and with a loud cry, you come, your back arching off the bed.

Clint pulls his hand away first and scrambles up on the bed, pulling you into a passionate kiss.  You can taste yourself on his lips.   When Tony pulls his hand away you roll, straddling Clint and grinding down on his cock.

Tony grabs the lube and knees between Clint’s legs, lubing up Clint’s cock and making the archer groan and buck his hips up against you.  Tony guides Clint inside of you and lubes his own cock up.  You moan as Clint enters you and Clint’s eyes flutter shut.   “Fuck, baby,” he groans.  “You feel so fucking good. Can’t believe how wet you are.”

“You feel good too, Clint,” you whimper.

Tony pushes up behind you, the head of his cock pressing down on Clint’s shaft and he slowly squeezes in.  You mewl and bite down into Clint’s shoulder as the two men stretch you to fit.  The burn at your entrance makes you clench up.   When Tony is fully seated inside you, they hold themselves there, letting you adjust to them and get used to that full-up feeling.   You open and close your hands against Clint’s shoulders and very gradually, they begin to thrust.

Each man counters the other’s movement, pulling out as the other pushes in.  You feel full to breaking but with each thrust, that line between pleasure and pain tips over into pleasure, and you start to moan.  They pick up the pace and you slide your hand between your bodies and start rubbing your clit, increasing the feeling of pleasure surging through you.  The sound of their thrusting is wet and graphic thanks to the lube mixing with your slick.

“Fuck, you both feel amazing,” Tony groans.  “Not gonna last.”

Clint can only respond with a strangled moan.

You move your fingers faster and bury your face in Clint’s neck.  Tony’s hands run up your back and grip your shoulders, bracing himself as he pounds into you.  You cry out and clench up as your orgasm comes tearing through you, your cunt squeezing and milking their cocks.

It’s all it takes to bring them both over with you.  Clint comes first, arching his back and pushing up into you as he releases, moaning your name.  As he paints your walls with come, Tony’s hips stutter and he jerks into you, his come flooding you and mixing with Clint’s.

Tony slips out of you and you climb off Clint.  They both look at you expectantly and you raise an eyebrow.  “What?”

“We wanna see,” Clint says.

You groan and your eyes fall closed for a moment as a wave of desire settles in your core.  You get on your hands and knees and reach between your legs, spreading your folds for them to see their come dripping for you.  They both groan in unison and as Clint leans in and licks up your slit, you know you’re in for a long night.

You Clint and Tony fall into a routine of hanging out and sleeping with each other.   They’re your favorite people and there's rarely a night where you’re not with at least one of them, if not both.  The only time you’re not with them is if one of you is out of town.  It doesn’t even become a question of if you should sleep over, you just always do.  None of you are bothering to keep it a secret anymore.  Not that you flaunt it.  You’ll go out to dinner with them, and occasionally you’ll be Tony’s date to an event, but there’s no PDA in public.  You’re still friends after all, and the thought of kissing one of them in the hall like that never crosses your mind.

Steve and Maria stop you one day after a meeting you have with the team about a clean-up after an incident downtown had damaged some public property.  When the team leaves,  Steve asks Tony, and Clint to stay behind.

“What’s up?” Tony asks.  “We’re not planning future property damage are we?”

Steve shakes his head.  “This isn’t about work.”

The three of you look at him in confusion and he puts his hands on the large table between you. “First, Hill and I want you to know we care about you all a lot.”

“Why does it sound like you’re about to break up with us?” Clint asks. “Have we been dating and we didn’t know it?”

“No, we haven’t been dating,” Steve says. “But the three of you have been.  And you all need to acknowledge it before one of you gets hurt.”

“We’re not…” you say.

“No - it’s just…” Clint continues.

“...friends.  We’re just friends,” Tony finishes.

“Who are always around each other and constantly have sex and never see anyone else,” Hill says.  “So.  Steve and I are just going to lock the three of you in this room and you can’t come out until you’ve admitted that you’re all in a relationship.”

“You can’t do that!” Tony argues.

Clint tries to run for the door, but Steve quickly blocks him and pushes him back into a chair.  “This is for your own good,” he says sternly.  “And don’t try going out the vents or using the suit.  FRIDAY is in on this too.  She’s also worried about all of you.”

They get up and leave the three of you alone, locking the door behind you.

“We’re just fuck buddies!” Tony shouts.

“Not good enough!” Hill shouts back.

The three of you slump in your chairs and look at each other.

“What do we do?” Clint asks.

“We could fuck on the table, make them listen to us, and then maybe they’ll let us out,” you suggest.

“Won’t work,” Tony says.  “They’ll just leave and return when FRIDAY says we're done.”

You and Clint sigh.

“This is so stupid,” Clint says.   “What harm are we doing?  If we’re happy, we’re happy, right?”

“Exactly!” Tony says. “I mean - I get it could look like we’re in a romantic relationship.  You both practically live with me, and we’re always together.  But - well, you know…”

Now’s the time.  Have the feelings talk.

Lie your asses off.

[godly-tomatoe]

match up ?? ohh fun ! okay so only male por favor ^^ anyways im 5'7, ginger (dyed, my natural hair color is dark brown), artist, reader, love music. im quite sarcastic and salty at first but then im very sweet and caring! love musicals and enjoy comforting others. i wear those edith glasses :) which people love to call them the tony stark glasses. but yeah that's pretty much it !

- i2vivi <3

Hi!! thank you so much!

I match you with... Ryan!!

He loves your sense of humor and you both would often bond by being sarcastic together. He loves how centered and calm you can be and will often ask you to read whatever you are reading out loud to him. You both obviously listen to music with each other while he watches you draw and compliments how talented you are. He was immediately brought to your appearance with your glasses and absolutely adores them, at first he would say how nerdy they are but you would secretly learn that he loves them. When you guys officially start to date he is very awkward and nervous but when you hang out it soon gets to a comfortable relaxing time between the both of you. You guys are like the perfect couple and everyone acknowledges it, the other counselors would comment how you're both edgelords and you both would make a salty reply. Ryan loves how caring you are when you both get close and farther into balls relationship you both would talk about your interests, you would show him your favorite songs from musicals and he would talk about his podcasts. During the actual werewolf attack he would definitely never leave your side but definitely not like baby you, as if he's your Prince Charming. Afterwards you would definitely comfort him through his trauma as he would with yours. I hope this was good! have a great day :3

[marvelfanfics1]

No special powers

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers little angels AU Masterlist

Summary: Okay so they go over for a playdate... loki and wanda are littles aswell! Loki and wanda and peter all have special abilities and they play with them, reader is just good at combat but they cant play with that, so theyre grumpy, kinda crying and all alone in a different room coloring bucky cheers em up before he has to leave, reader falls asleep in there and no one can find them except bucky who had to leave to do something, friday doesn't know little one by name so shes not any help and they have to call bucky and hes like "oh, yea i know, theyre in said room"

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, reader is sad, fluff

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You were so excited about your playdate with Wanda and Loki, so was Peter and it was all funny.

Yeah, until they started to show what they can do with their powers. Wanda made some blocks fly around, while Loki made some fireworks in his hands and some illusions of himself and Peter showed his web-shooters, crawling around the ceiling.

They started to play with their powers while you just sat by the side watching them and fiddling with the stuffie in your lap.

You only could do some combat that Auntie Nat taught you, but still, you couldn't play and have fun as the others have, that's what you told yourself at least.

When you had enough of watching them having a good time, you stood up and got to the guestroom that Tony gave you, Peter, and your daddies.

You took out your coloring stuff from your bag and sat down by the little table that was in the corner of the room.

You could still hear the other's squeals and shouts and slowly started to tear up.

"I no special" you sniffled and continued to draw.

Bucky only wanted to get his jacket, so he could go to his therapy session. He first didn't notice you when he entered the room until he heard your quiet sniffles.

"Doll? Why aren't you playing with the others" he crouched down next to you and saw your tear strained face and frowned "What's wrong?"

"I no special" you mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"I hab no special powers wike Petie or Wanda or Loki. I no special wike them" you didn't look at him and Bucky took your hand, kissing the back of it.

"You don't need powers, you're special on your way, baby doll. Me, Dada, and Peter will always love you and you will always be our perfect little angel, yeah?" he smiled and you smiled back a little, rubbing your nose with your sleeve.

Bucky looked down at his watch and saw he had some minutes before he has to go and also saw it was heading your midday nap.

"How about we get you down for your nap?" he suggested and you nod, reaching your arms out for him.

He gladly picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you and telling you a story until you fell asleep.

After carefully getting out of your hold, Bucky finally made his way to his therapy session.

It was Steve's turn to check on the littles and smile when he saw Peter hanging on the ceiling, while Wanda and Loki were behind a pillow wall trying to avoid his webs.

But he only counted three of four littles and the missing one was you.

"Angel, where's Y/n?" he asked and Peter shrugged as did Wanda and Loki. "Okay, you stay here, I go and search for her"

After ten minutes of searching, Steve got a little worried and frustrated. Bucky is going to kill him when he doesn't find you soon.

"Friday, can you tell me where Y/n is?" he asked the Al, still searching every room for you.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any Y/n in my data, Mr. Rogers" she replied and Steve sighed, pulling out his phone to call Bucky.

"Baby, I'm busy right now"

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry to disturb you, but I- uh..."

"Come on, out with it Steve" Bucky sounded a bit stern and Steve swallowed.

"I lost Y/n. I don't know where she is. What if she left the Tower! What if she got kidnapped and we didn't notice-" Steve rambled down all the bad scenarios he could think of until Bucky cut him off.

"Steve! Relax, she's in the guest room probably still taking her nap" He said calm as ever and Steve took a deep breath. "She got upset seeing the others playing with their powers because she doesn't have any. I talked with her and put her down to nap"

"Oh thank god, I thought I was getting a heart attack soon" Steve breathed out. "Okay, see you later Buck"

"See you later, I love you"

"I love you more" he ended the call and sprinted to the guestroom and sighed in relief when he found you, still sleeping peacefully and sucking on your thumb.

He chuckled a little and closed the door again, leaving you to sleep.

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[little-fics]

Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[marvel-stufff]

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k words

Description: You are undeniably in love with the infamous Caption America, and he feels the same. What happens when he overhears a conversation and confronts you? Will it ruin your relationship or is it all a big misunderstanding?

Warnings: fluff, cuddling, some angst, some crying, a curse word or two, making out(kinda?), kissing, references to sex, but rlly mostly fluff :)

A/n: My first Steve Rogers fic! Hope you all like it, and seriously any feedback, good or bad, would be amazing and super appreciated!!! Also reader can be female or gender neutral, I don't think I used any pronouns, other than sweetheart.

~Masterlist~

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The feeling of lips placing a gentle kiss on the back of your neck is what draws you from your sleep. It takes you a groggy moment to realize where you are and who is behind you. But, the lips are soft and really can only belong to one person.

His arm finds its way around your waist and his legs are tangled with yours. You reach your hand to his and interlace your fingers. 

He sighs contently as he buries his nose in your hair, rubbing soft circles on your hand.

"Good morning sweetheart." He murmurs into your hair, placing more sweet kisses on your neck. You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his stubble.

"Morning honey." He squeezes you tightly at the endearment and turns you to face him. He leans up so he is hovering over you, and he admires you with a dopey smile.

"God you're beautiful in the mornings." He whispers and you feel your cheeks heat under his gaze.

"Well you're not too bad yourself Cap." You giggle when he leans in and finally presses his lips to yours. He moves so his body is flush against yours, every part of you touching, and his hands gripping your hips. He moves his lips from your own and begins peppering them down your jaw, and to your neck. He finds your sweet spot rather quickly and you let out a quiet moan.

"Steve-" he cuts you off with his lips back on yours. His hands move up your waist, but you push his back, panting.

"What?" He whines, but you see the concern hidden in his eyes. He makes sure you're okay, and only accepts that when you smile at him.

"As much as I would love to spend the morning with America's ass." He sends you a glare but it's obvious he's trying to hide his smile. "I promised Natasha I would train with her bright and early." You giggle as he collapses on top of you and buries his face in your neck. You rub your fingers through his soft blonde hair, and look down as he pouts, his baby blues looking extra big.

"Please?" He begs, yes, begs. You roll your eyes.

"Nope. But y'know, I wonder if Tony would love to know what a whiny baby you are behind closed doors?" You joke and giggle as he begins tickling your sides. 

"Not so funny anymore, huh?" He asks, but stops tickling and instead peppers kisses across your face. 

"Steve. I need to get up." You say and he starts pouting again. You ignore his pout, and give him one last kiss before you are up and out of bed. You begin changing and you feel his eyes on you as you throw on a sports bra and some leggings. 

"You are fucking stunning doll." Steve says from the bed, with a cheeky grin and you fake a gasp. 

"Captain! Language!" Steve rolls his eyes and sends a pillow your way but by then you are already by the door.

"Love you baby!" You yell as you scurry out of the room.

"Love you too!" He shouts before you close the door.

**********

You grunt in pain as your body is thrown down against the mat for the umpteenth time that morning. You glare up at the redhead as she smirks down at you. She laughs, but holds her hand down to help you up. 

"You really seem to enjoy getting your ass kicked." Nat jokes, and you shove her over playfully. She of course doesn't budge.

"Haha. Yeah, love it." Sarcasm drips from your voice, but she knows you're kidding.

You both walk over to the bench and grab your waterbottles. 

"So, how are things going with Cap?" Nat teases and you blush profusely. 

"Good. Really good." You say smiling to yourself. You and Steve had been together for about five months now. And it was utter bliss. Sure there were missions, injuries, arguments here and there. But you loved Steve and the two of you acted as if you had known each other your whole lives. There wasn't really a time very often where one of you was seen without the other in the compound. And really it was all thanks to Natasha that you got your head out of your ass, and finally told him how you felt.

"You're welcome for that by the way." You roll your eyes playfully and plop down on the mat. "Anyways I need details!" Nat says plopping down in front of you. You smile as you begin gushing about your relationship.

"He is so sweet and loving and he cuddles! Actually cuddles, like every night. And he doesn't let me do anything. But in a good way, he just loves doing things for me, and it's so cute. And he pouts a lot!" You both giggle at this and Nat raises her eyebrows. 

"And the sex?" You blush, but smirk.

"Mind blowing. God, I've never met a man who can please me so well!" Nat smiles at you, and laughs. You continue to tell her all of the amazing things about your relationship, and even told her the two of you have moved on by saying I love you. 

Meanwhile, Steve had been walking down the hall with Sam and was heading towards the training center, really just to find you. He overheard you giggling and smiled. He almost walked through the doors to the room, when a question Nat asks you stopped him.

"So no complaints?" She asks. He hears hesitation in your voice, but he doesn't know what you're talking about.

"I mean. I guess not. He's absolutely great. I mean I love him." He hears silence for a few more moments, before you pipe up again. "Well, I mean, he's kind of clingy." You say, and Steve realizes you are talking about him.

"Really?" Nat asks and you nod.

"Yeah, he's always around me, and if we're in the same room, always touching me. Whether holding my hand or placing his hand on my back. I don't know, he just, he's always right there." You finish and take a swig of water.

Steve's heart is beating rapidly. You thought he was clingy? You didn't like him there? His brow was furrowed as he contemplated your words. His heart beat painfully in his chest the more he thought about what you said. Why hadn't you said anything to him? Why did you have to go off and tell Nat? He shakes his head and walks away, albeit angrier than before. 

If you didn't want him around you as much, that could be fixed. Maybe he was being petty, but he was really upset about this. You hadn't gone to him first, instead you gossiped about it with Natasha.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the mat, and you were honestly feeling kind of bad about your words.

"Is his clinginess really a bad thing?" The redhead asked and when you really thought about it, it really wasn't. 

"I don't know Nat, I guess I'm just not used to it. You know how Y/ex/n was. He wasn't the touchy type. He always kept his distance, and I mean he treated me like shit. Maybe that's why this all seems weird." You say.

"You're not used to being shown affection and love." She says softly and you smile sadly. 

"Yeah. But, I really wouldn't trade anything in the world for what I have with Steve. I guess, maybe I love his clinginess, I'm just not used to it ." You say and shake away your thoughts. "Anyways, how about another round?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ready to get your ass kicked again already?" She jokes and you stand.

"Oh, you are so on!"

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A few hours later, after a shower and some food, you walk to the common room in search of your boyfriend. You find him on the couch, watching a movie with Bucky.

You walk over and plop next to him, grabbing his hand. He yanks it back quickly, and you sit there stunned. 

"What are we watching?" You ask hesitantly. 

"Nothing, I was just leaving." Steve gets up and leaves the room, leaving a confused super soldier and you. 

"What's his problem?" You asked Buck, but he shakes his head and shrugs.

"I dunno. He's been mopey all day." And money he was. You hadn't seen him since this afternoon when he stomped out of the room. He had somehow been avoiding you every step of the day. You knew he couldn't do it for much longer however, considering it was almost time for bed, and you guys shared a room.

You walked into your room, Steve nowhere in sight. The shower was running and you assumed he was in there. You quickly changed into one of his oversized shirts, and some shirts, before climbing into the big comfortable bed. 

He walks out moments later, with just a towel on his waist. Normally you would be cheeky and whistle, but he didn't seem in the mood, and you didn't want to upset him further. He got dressed quickly and climbs into bed, all but ignoring your presence. 

"Goodnight honey. I love you." He doesn't say anything and a pang hits your heart. Why didn't he say it back? Had you done something? Was he upset?

You moved closer to him in the bed and wrapped your arm around his waist from behind. He quickly picked up your arm and threw it back. 

"Steve?" You asked. "Baby, what's wrong?" He scoffs before turning around to face you. His eyes stare at you, not lovingly like this morning. But more like annoyed or angry.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!?" He says and stands from the bed. "How about the fact that I had, what I thought was, a lovely morning with my girlfriend, only later I overhear her say how clingy she thinks I am!" You tense at his words. He heard that? Wait did he hear the rest of it?

"Steve, please. Did you hear the rest of the conversation?" You sat up on the bed on your knees. Your eyes are pleading for his baby blues to look at you. 

"I didn't need to! I had heard enough!" He shouts angrily and begins pacing.

"Hon, please. Just listen to me. I said that but I didn't mean it in a bad way. I love you and all your clinginess. I promise!" You please desperately, but he isn't having it. You are getting nowhere, and finally you snap. "Jarvis. Play the training rooms surveillance with sound from 9:30 this morning please?" You ask and the TV ilumates. 

"Of course ma'am." Jarvis replies and the video begins playing. Steve watches as you tell Nat about your relationship. You almost see a smirk at the sex question, but he hides it well. When the video plays the part he dreads, Steve almost walks out before he hears your explanation of why you aren't used to someone always being around you. But really, you love it. 

You watch as Steve's shoulders sink, and his body grows less tense. He turns to you, a guilty look on his face. He walks over to the bed and dives in, curling himself around you. His face is buried in your hair as he rubs soothing circles on your waist.

"I'm sorry." He whispers and you shake your head.

"Baby, it's okay. Really. I promise." You say and bring his face in both of your hands. 

"I could probably be less clingy." He says and you again shake your head.

"Absolutely not. You heard what I said. I love your clingliness. Wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I love you." He kisses you then, pulling you closer than you thought possible. 

"I love you too." He says a moment after pulling away, leaving you breathless. "Now how about some of that mind-blowing sex huh?" Steve asks, an eyebrow raised, and you blush but smile, bringing him in for another heated kiss. 

And let's just say, neither of you slept very well that night ;)

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Thank you so much for reading!! Hope you enjoyed <3

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[natsfirecat]

Bring You Back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know

genre: angst w happy ending

word count: 10k

warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!

also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count

”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.

You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.

Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you. 

You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end. 

“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.

Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.

“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.

You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm. 

She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle. 

In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.

It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.

“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”

You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.

“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”

She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.

“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”

“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”

“I’m so proud of you.”

Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter. 

The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.

“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”

You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach. 

“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.

You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head. 

“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her. 

“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”

You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.

-

After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.

You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed. 

Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.

She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.

Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her. 

A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.

“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”

Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.

“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now. 

“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit. 

“He just doesn’t,”

“And how would you know that?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”

You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.

“Natty, what’s going on?”

She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.

“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.

“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”

“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”

Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.

You were wide awake now. 

“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”

You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.

Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.

You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.

“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.

“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.

“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”

“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”

You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“When?” 

“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.

“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”

You couldn’t even look at her.

Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together. 

At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it. 

You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.

Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire. 

“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it. 

Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.

Bad idea.

Now the entire bed was on fire. 

“Oh, fuck it!” 

Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear. 

If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.

It did not.

The fire alarm was now going off. 

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.

You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.

Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions. 

When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone. 

You let out a shaky sigh.

You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.

You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you. 

You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.

You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting. 

You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.

You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running. 

“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.

“Get away from me,” you choked out. 

You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.

You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand. 

Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.

“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”

“I wish I believed that.”

You brushed past her, leaving her stunned. 

You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe. 

But for now, you exited the building without another word. 

You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.

Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.

You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”

The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head. 

Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.

And that part won.

6 months later

”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone. 

Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence. 

“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.

“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.

“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”

She said nothing, but nodded at him. 

She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.

Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.

The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity. 

Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first. 

Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving. 

Tony and Carol followed close behind. 

Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed. 

Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.

She was thinking about you.

She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.

Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.

But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her. 

Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away. 

With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise. 

They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers. 

“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece. 

Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.

If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her. 

She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.

Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.

“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”

Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.

She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.

“Y/N…”

-

“Let go of me!”

“No! I don’t belong here!”

“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”

“Get away from me!”

Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.

Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her. 

She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. 

You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.

In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them. 

You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won. 

“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.

“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.

“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”

You scoffed,

“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”

He sighed,

“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”

“Then just fucking kill me!”

He sighed again. 

“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”

He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.

You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.

-

“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.

Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.

“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”

“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”

“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”

“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”

“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”

She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.

“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”

He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob. 

Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.

“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.

Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.

When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.

Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.

-

Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell. 

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”

“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”

“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”

“Sure they are,”

“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”

“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”

“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”

“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”

“Alright then, what’s your identity?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”

He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.

No one came by for the rest of the day.

Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.

“Here you go, Miss.” 

He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.

But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.

You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.

He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.

He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.

For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.

But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in. 

You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.

“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall. 

Neither of them made clear eye contact. 

“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda. 

“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.

“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”

“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up. 

“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”

She took a deep breath in,

“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”

You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.

“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”

“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”

“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”

You between both of them,

“Tell me why you’re really here,”

The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing. 

If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.

“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”

You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.

“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.

They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.

“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”

“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”

You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.

This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here. 

They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.

They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.

They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet. 

They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him. 

They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.

-

One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.

Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.

“Y/N…” he said. 

Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.

“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.

“Y/N?” He was confused now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”

You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.

He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.

It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.

“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”

He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself. 

He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.

“Tell me about the little boxes,” 

This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.

The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.

“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”

He sighed, looking away from you.

The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy. 

Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will. 

He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that. 

So he walked out without another word. 

Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.

“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”

Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.

They only had one option left now; Natasha.

-

“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her. 

It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.

She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t. 

But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you. 

He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.

She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.

She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.

You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.

“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.

She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.

“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”

“Remember anything else?”

“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”

“We weren’t friends,”

“Oh?”

“I loved you. Part of me always will,”

“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”

“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”

“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”

“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”

“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”

Her breath hitched.

“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”

That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?

So she changed the subject.

“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”

“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”

“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”

“And now?”

“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”

“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”

“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again. 

It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back. 

But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.

-

“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”

Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually. 

“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”

The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers. 

Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character. 

A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her. 

“What’s this for?” You asked her.

“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”

“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”

“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”

You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you. 

You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.

“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.

She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands. 

You were coming back. 

-

Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.

“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”

Natasha let out a chuckle,

“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”

“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”

She laughed again,

“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”

“What?”

She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.

She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.

“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”

You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on. 

Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her. 

She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did. 

“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone. 

You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her. 

She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof. 

She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.

“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.

“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”

She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich. 

Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile. 

She reached across, and placed her hand on yours. 

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.

“It’s okay,”

You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile. 

Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home. 

And you loved hated it.

“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”

She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”

You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.

So you muttered something in Kryptonian.

“What was that?”

She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.

“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”

“What are you talking about?”

“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”

“All languages are made up,”

“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”

She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you. 

“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time. 

She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves. 

“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”

Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,

“Not now,”

“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”

She took a deep breath in, then stood up.

“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”

“No! Just tell me what happened!” 

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t.” 

-

That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her. 

You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.

“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,

“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”

“Winter what now?”

You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.

“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”

“I haven’t talked to you yet,”

“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”

“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”

You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA. 

“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”

He took a deep breath in,

“I came to apologize.”

“Apologize? What for?”

“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”

“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”

“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”

“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m so sorry.”

He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form. 

“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees. 

Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.

“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”

Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running. 

F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.

She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.

“I’m here,” she said gently.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.

Her heart dropped.

“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”

“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”

You scooted away from her.

“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”

She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.

“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”

You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder. 

Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.

“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”

She nodded, wiping her own tears away.

“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”

You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.

“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”

You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her. 

Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it. 

She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.

As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.

-

Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking. 

Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team. 

But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.

She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.

You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her. 

You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”

She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?” 

Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder. 

“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”

You scoffed,

“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”

“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”

“What happened while I was gone?”

“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”

“What happened then?”

“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”

You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”

-

A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again. 

Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight. 

Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.

You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.

So you stood by the glass, waiting. 

When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.

“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.

She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying. 

You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in. 

She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed. 

“I just need some answers,”

“Okay,”

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.

“Why did you do it?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”

“Then tell me how it happened,”

“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”

“I’m sure. Just tell me,”

“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”

“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”

She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.

“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”

“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”

“I couldn’t face what I had done-”

You interrupted her again,

“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”

She shook her head no,

“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”

“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”

She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.

“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.

She shrugged,

“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”

You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.

Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place. 

You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes. 

“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”

She turned her head in confusion.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”

“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”

“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. 

A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.

You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.

The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.

He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.

The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it. 

He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up. 

Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen. 

Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target. 

So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it. 

He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.

“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”

“So what does that mean,”

“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.

“You didn’t cheat.”

-

Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.

Everything was coming back to you now.

“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!” 

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”

“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”

“You should watch Supergirl with me,”

“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”

“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”

“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”

“My beautiful sunset,”

“You’re my home,”

“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”

She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.

To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.

You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”

If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore. 

But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time. 

She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin. 

She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room. 

Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss. 

She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere. 

“I love you,” you told her again.

“And I love you,”

And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.

-

Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.

You both shot straight up at a knock to her door. 

“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”

“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”

She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours. 

You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha. 

The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault. 

And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.

Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger. 

You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you. 

The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent. 

Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.

“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”

You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.

Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

[professional-benaddict]

Little Peter + Daddies Stephen and Tony + ocular migraines?

oOooh💗💗 I had to search this up and ocular migraines, or retinal migraines, is an eye condition that causes blindness or visual problems in the eyes. They last less than an hour and are harmless. It’s advised to rest the eyes till vision goes back to normal.

AU with Little Peter having ocular migraines

The first time Peter has an ocular migraine, he panics so badly and runs into a table while he is blind in one eye. His Daddies bring him to the ER, but the doctors cannot find anything. They get referred to an eye doctor who is able to diagnose that it was an ocular migraine. Daddies do a bunch of research, and they have a long sit down talk with Peter about his condition.

The second time it happens, Peter is not as panicked, but still very upset. He cries for a long time, and he is clingy with Daddies for the rest of the day. Each time it happens, Peter gets a little less scared. Eventually Peter is not so scared and instead he becomes bored when he has to rest his eyes till his eyes go back to normal.

Daddies will keep an extra eye on Peter while he rests. They will get Peter a drink and a snack to help his blood pressure. Watching TV is not an option, but Peter can listen to music or an audiobook. Daddies prefer that Peter does the second one, and just rests his eyes. Sometimes Daddies get him a sleep mask if he is feeling impatient.

“Hi, baby. It’s been a while now. You wanna take the sleep mask off? Okay. There you are. Can you see me?” “Yeah!” “Cover your left eye. Can you see me? Good, then the other one. Are there any black spots? Any flashes? Okay. Good boy. You did a good job resting.”

AU with Daddy Tony having ocular migraines

Tony has had these migraines since puberty, so he is well adjusted to them by now. However, he is not always the best at avoiding them. Stress is a bad trigger for him, and so most of his attacks will happen after he comes home from work when the stress actually hits him.

Peter always becomes a little anxious when Tony has his migraines. He lingers in the doorway to the master bedroom, watching keenly while Tony rests on the bed with a sleep mask on. If Stephen finds Peter lingering, he will ask Tony if he wants Peter to lay with him. Most times, Tony gladly says yes. Peter cuddles up to his Daddy, a little anxious still since he cannot see Daddy’s eyes.

“You can’t see?” “Not with my left eye. It will pass soon enough, baby. Just cuddle with me, okay?”

On rare occassions, when the ocular migraine is bad and making Tony very frustrated, Stephen makes sure to keep Peter distracted. They will make food together, whether that be a fancy dinner or baking something. Peter will also draw Tony something, like a get well card.

“Daddy will be just fine, baby. He just needs to rest.” “I know, but I wanna make him something.” “He’ll love it. Once he can see again that is.”