#jaws meeting alexei

[inkblot-inc]

Jaws meeting Natasha’s parents and Alexi being like ‘I’m a super soldier! Let’s spar!’ And Jaws looking at Nat and Yelena, who has trained with them often, with big eyes like ‘will you be mad if I kick your dad’s ass?’ And Natasha smirking because Alexi kind of deserves a punch or ten.

As soon as both of them give the go ahead, Jaws just flashes a wide smile at Alexei "Yeah, sure."

Jaws just lookin' at Alexei and thinking, *rubs hands together* "I'm about to ruin this man's whole career." 😂

[wandanatw0rld]

+18 | men & minor denied

beefy!natasha romanoff x pillowprincess!female reader x college!au

warnings: girlxgirl; Natasha being a boxer; rough sex; anal sex; strap on use (r receving); a little bit of praise; fingersucking; brief mention of war; Alexei & Bucky being two assholes; not propfread

b: Natasha's father comes to visit her, but their meeting doesn't go very well, and (un)fortunately for you, you have to pay for her frustration.

I think that's it, have fun ;D

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"Okay, I love you too, Mom. Bye" You're sitting on Natasha's bed, notepads and books on every surface, you stop writing and look at the redhair.

"Is everything okay, Nat?" She looks at you, her jaw is clenched, her poor phone pressed against her strong hands, she sits on the edge.

"My dad's coming to visit, he wants to take a tour of Steve's gym," you crawl next to her, taking her hands off her thighs and replacing them with you.

"Is that so bad?" You hold her face, green eyes with a hint of desperation.

"Let's say my dad wanted me to be a doctor and not a boxer," Natasha didn't like to talk about her parents, especially her dad.

Her parents are both from Russia, late Soviet Union, and came to America after the war destroyed their home, the United States seemed to be a place to have a new life with more hopes. Natasha was young and didn't remember much about it, but she remembered the bombs, a whole reason why she hated New Year's Eve.

"Do you want me to be with you?" Natasha seems to consider for a few seconds.

"Are you ready to meet Alexei Romanoff?" She asks you sweetly. "One of the founders of this masterpiece?" Natasha pointed at herself in a very silly way.

"Actually, I am. But let's stop talking about your dad and talk about how much I need you to kiss me".

"I agreed," she says, standing up, you laughing as she holds you, her lips pressed to yours.

...

You were nervous to meet Natasha's father, lost count of the number of times you looked in the mirror, even though the redhead said you looked gorgeous as always. At first, Alexei Romanoff seems really scary with his bear, but he's really an idiot like his daughter. He told jokes, shared stories about Natasha wanting to be a superhero, you kissed her red cheek when the old man made fun of her blue hair.

Now the three of you are in Steve's gym, which he closed just so Natasha could show the place to her dad. But the more you listen to them, the more you're worried about Natasha's well-being.

"You're getting too big, sweetheart. And those tattoos, your mom will lose her mind if she sees you," the redhead breathes out, her patience coming to an end.

"I like my tattoos" You watch them very quietly, the way Natasha squeezes your hand and clenches her jaw makes you worry about her dad. "Dad, please. Look at the size of your belly."

"Your mom likes it".

"I bet she does". Alexei doesn't think it's funny, and you only realize that when he say it to her:

"When are you going to get a real job?" His tone is throaty, sharp as a knife, the same tone Natasha uses when she's stressed.

"This is a real job, Dad. I like working here" Her eyes glow with challenge, one more word and she'll explode.

"Yelena is doing great with me, she's really going to run the business one day".

"Yelena was always looking for your approval." You'd never met Yelena before, but Natasha always talked about the blonde with love and affection.

"Someone has to have it" The silence is heavy, you want to say something, but Natasha could kill her father with her eyes.

"Well, my class is in ten minutes, so... Let me walk you to the exit," Alexei seemed shaken, but he turned to you.

"It was really nice to meet you. When Natasha told me how beautiful you were, I didn't think it would be so much". Natasha doesn't look at either of you.

"Thank you, Mr. Romanoff".

"Please, call me Alexei. You make me feel old".

"You are old." The look in his eyes frightened you.

...

Natasha is taking you home, the fact that she hasn't said a word is worrying.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask and give her a peck on her cheek

"I don't know. I'm busy tomorrow" But she doesn't look at you.

You know what bothers her. Natasha wants her father's approval, all she ever wanted was to make him proud and not being able to do that is killing her. You don't see her the next morning or the day after, so you ask Clint if he knows anything while you both go shopping for baby stuff.

"I don't know, to be honest, she doesn't talk to me" He's looking at the dipers section in the drugstore, you've been helping him for forty minutes now, one of the professors has canceled the class. "I was going to ask her out for a drink, but she didn't answer her phone"

"I'm going to visit her at the gym today after class," you smile sweet at him. "Clint, these are adult dipers".

"God, I'm a terrible dad".

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Clint. These are things you can catch up over time.

"Thank you!" You gave his shoulder a good, enthusiastic squeeze.

"I gotta go. I gotta help Wanda with Billy and Tommy."

"Who are they?"

"Her clownfish, but I think one of them is female".

...

The hours seemed to pass so slowly that you didn't notice anything. You left your things in your dorm and hurried to Natasha's work. You entered, the place is quiet, there are a few people working out on headphones. You approach the reception, Bucky, another employee looks at you. You don't like him, the way he provokes Natasha and worse, his jokes towards you, they aren't funny, but it definitely amuses him.

"Hi Bucky, is Natasha here?"

"She asked Steve for a day off, she's at the arena" You turn to leave, but he calls you. "Can I ask you something?"

"Bring it on".

"Why are you with her?" See, not funny. "I mean, I know she's hot and rich, but-."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Bucky."

They march into the arena, loud rock music, The Marvels really hate somebody. Natasha hits the bag with precision, she growls with every punch, it is fucking hot. She doesn't realize you're there until you turn off the music.

"What the fuck!" You wave to her, she takes off her gloves and grabs a bottle of water.

"Hi to you too" You reache her. "I miss you"

"Me too" Her response is somewhat mechanical.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She drinks the water.

"Not really". Getting close to her, analyzing every single detail in her, sweat running down her chest, on her strong arms, the veins on her forearm drive you crazy.

"You're avoiding me, was it something I did?" Natasha keeps not looking at you and starts to get on your nerves.

"Everything's fine" She doesn't add a nickname, which means she's really mad.

There are a few details people need to pay attention to with Natasha Romanoff and you mastered them quite well.

When she's angry, she gets quiet, refuses to look at or talk to anyone, plus she listens to rock music really loud, just like it happened. When she is jealous, especially of Bucky and his aproaches towards you, her voice gets husky and scary, hands on your waist, pulling you close, and when takes you home, she makes sure of making you hers, every inch of your skin belong to her.

She was angry. In this case, angrier than she had ever been.

"Fight with me" Natasha seemed confused.

"I'm not going to fight with you" You take a few steps closer.

"Why not?" You ask, her woody perfume smells so good. "Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" You know you have no chance in a fight, you're smaller than her, in everything. Natasha Romanoff could destroy you with one blow. "Okay then. Bye, Natasha."

"Wait" She holds your wrist, her breathing at a normal pace, she looks at you. Natasha was so angry that she didn't notice that you were wearing her favorite outfit. "I'm sorry about that. Is just... Never mind, I'm fine".

"You're not fine, Nat. Something is bothering you, you can tell me," but she just avoids looking into your eyes. "Is it your dad?" The grip in your wrist had tightened.

"I don't want to talk about him" Natasha looks at your body, you're dressed only for her amusement and it's a waste not to take advantage. "Wait here," she opens the door to the arena.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Steve will be using the arena today. I'll open it for him." After that, Natasha grabs her backpack and drags you to Steve's office, then locks you both in.

"Nat-" She presses her mouth against yours, it's rough, your legs go weak. On your tiptoes you grab her face, her lips a little salty, hands on your waist, nails scratching deep into it. You push her onto the table, paper clips, documents, everything goes down. "You have to use me, okay?"

"What?"

"About your dad." Her jaw clenches again. "You can bite me, I don't know, just do whatever you want." With worshipful eyes, Natasha turns your bodies over and places you on the table, your legs wrapped around her waist. "I am all yours".

"You are, detka." Finally, the nickname hits between your thighs. "First I'm going to eat you up and then fuck that pretty pussy of yours," you moan, grabbing her hands and putting them over your mouth, sucking her thumb. "You're so beautiful," she touches your lower lip with her wet thumb.

"Nat..." You move your hips into hers.

"No, Malyshka. You have to stay still." Natasha kissed you as she took off your underwear, lifting your skirt just a little, her fingers dipping into your wetness. "This soaked already?" your nails dipped into her neck "And I'm just getting started" You raised your arms to take off the t-shirt, the fact that you were without a bra pleases her, but then she remembered the asshole at the reception. "I wonder if Bucky knows you're not wearing a bra today.

"No, he didn't look at me today." You know that's a lie. Bucky always looks at you, especially today, he definitely noticed the lack of underwear. You bite your lip, her fingers teasing through your folds.

"I think it's just the opposite, Malyshka," she states, her tone assertive. "When he looks at you, he wants you all for himself." Natasha's lips find a place in your neck, a finger dipping gently into your pussy as her teeth in your shoulder. "He wants to fuck you, but he forgets that I'm the only one who can fuck you."

"Nat, please." Natasha firmly squeezes your neck.

"I'm going to remind him, remind everyone. I am worthy of everything, even you" Her fingers slide over your breasts. "Every inch of you is mine, Detka. Your face, your body, this fucking pretty cunt of yours. I can wait until you come in my mouth." Her teeth clamp down on your right nipple, and she sucks hard. You drop your head back, fingers scratching her neck. It hurts, but you're both enjoying it. Natasha spreads your legs wide, her thumb teasing your clit.

"Nat, easy- oh fuck" She buried her fingers deep into your pussy with no mercy.

"You want me to use you, Malyshka. I will. I'll use every hole in you".

"Mm... So good." Natasha's tongue burns your nipples as she adds a third finger.

"Can it fit one more, Malyshka?" You nod, grabbing her fist that adds the fourth one. "So hungry"

"Nat, take off your... "Mmm... please" The redhead is all smiles now, her pretty girl is so needy. Her thumb throbbs in your clit, and you're desperate. Your breasts are sensetive, but Natasha doesn't seem to be tired of them. She'll never be tired of them. "Fuck!" You pull her close with one of your legs, toes clenching inside your shoes. "Don't stop. Please don't" Natasha releases your breast with a lustful pop, her hand bumping for the last time at your soft spot, and then you melt away at her fingers. "Nat..." You hide your face on her neck.

"Thank you, Malyshka." She kisses your cheek. "I'm sorry for avoiding you these days. I've been overthinking about my dad, but I'm handling it."

"Forget about him. For now, I'm going to come into your mouth" You lick her lips slowly.

"God, you're perfect." She kisses you, hungry, her lips pressed on yours, hands on your breasts. You moan on her mouth, they're so painful. Pushing her, you take off her shirt, throwing it with your clothes. Her breasts are perfect, all sweaty, her tattoos glowing. Your hand lands on her ass, squeezing.

She gets on her knees and puts one of your legs on her shoulder. She can't get enough of your cunt.

"Nat, just fuck me" You demand, she dives into your pussy, and begins to grind her tongue on your clit. "Fuck!" You grab her hair and yank, pulling her closer. You try to close your legs, but she holds them open, her fingers digging into your inner thighs. "God... Shit" she plunges a finger into your cunt. "Mm... Don't" You're trembling, so grab her free hand and put it in your mouth. She's watching everything with adoration, loving the sensations that she causes in you. You're mumbling nonsense, sucking her thumb, and pinching your nipples. "I'm going... Don't stop, Nat. Please, don't... I'm almost" You bite your lips, hands on her head now, her red hair tangled in your fingers, holding her mouth firmly on your pussy, she rasps her teeth in your bud, that's enough to make you come, hard, body shaking, legs like jelly. "You're amazing at this"

"I'm not to blame for your choice in men" You smile, bringing her close to your mouth, tasting you on her. "But I have a surprise for you" You watch her put down the cotton shirt, your mouth getting wet. Nothing compares to the wetness between your legs. Natasha is wearing a pink strap, your favorite. "I was planning to come to your place to use as an apology for my behavior."

"I accept your apology after you fuck me hard"

"I will, Detka" she says, her voice low and seductive. She comes closer, her hands on your ribs, thumbs in both of your nipples. "I'll fuck you so hard that you'll not even walk away from here" She pinches your nipples, her eyes locked on yours. "You want that?" You nod, your lips curling into a slow, sensual smile. "You want that everyone see your trembling walk, especially Bucky."

"Yeah" you say, biting your fingertip.

"Let's arrange that for you" her husky voice commands, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. Natasha pushes her cock inside you, lying down on the desk in a mix of pain and lust, nails scratching her arms. She comes forward, hitting your soft spot, her lips seeking yours. "You're mine. I'm fucking worthy of you. Of anything. This job." She leans her forehead on yours, her growls making you moan loud. "He will see." She's not talking about Bucky. Her hands hold your waist, nails digging into your skin. You're too caught up in the pleasure to feel the pain or the blood from the slightly wound.

"Nat, too much." Her hips don't stop, it hurts, but you're too overwhelmed with lust to care. Then she stops, and you moan in tantrum. Natasha pulls out the strap, and you look at her, confused.

"Turn around".

"I don't-"

"You said I had to use you. I'm using you, Malyshka. Now turn around" You do as she says and turn around. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to fuck your tiny hole" She bends you over the desk, deep inside you regret saying she could use you, but now it doesn't matter. "Don't worry. I'll go real slow, Detka".

"Nat, I've never done this before," you said, holding her wrist and looking up.

"It's okay, we can stop if you don't feel comfortable. I'd never do anything to hurt you." The red hair planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, her hands gently caressing your waist.

"I don't want to stop, I just..." You look into her eyes and you have never trusted her as much as you do now. "I trust you.

"Thank you, Malyshka." You bring her close, kissing her lips, stroking the red hair behind her ears, you feel her positioning the strap on your entrance. You exhale into her mouth as she squeezes a tip, nails digging into her cheek. "Fuck!" She curses, it's fucking painful, no more than the pain you feel on your ass. "You're so fucking tight".

"Nat, I don't think I'm going to-" But then she pulls everything into you, and she starts moving, all you can think is why it's taking you so long to do it. "Fuck!" Your arm encircles her shoulder, she puts one of your legs on the table and spreads it. "Right there, Nat," you feel the plastic going in and out, her hands holding you still, it's fucking good, it burns, but you don't want to stop. "Don't stop, please. Don't stop."

"I'm not going to" And there's the rusky voice, Natasha leads her hand to your clit, touching it very slow, the base of the strap lightly on her clit, then rubbing real rough while she fucks your ass. "You're doing great, pretty girl".

"Mmm... Nat, fuck, please. Faster" Steve's table starts to slide on the floor, more things fall off it. "Almost" Her hips are much faster than you think is possible, you lose control of everything, you start mumbling nonsense again, you don't know what's happening, but you can definitely hear voices coming from the arena, you don't know any of these people, Natasha doesn't seem to care, she's not loud, but she's not quiet either.

"I'm almost there too, detka" You can feel her breasts on your back, her hands pulling your hair to make room for her mouth to find your neck and her teeth dip into it, fingers entering your cunt. You know it's not easy to do it, but Natasha made it seem easy. "Shh Malyska, people will start to hear you," you can't help but moan. You stuffed your mouth with your hand, the teeth go deep. She adds another finger, but then begins to lose frequency, you feel more and more close to the edge. "I'm coming, pretty girl" A few more thrusts and you almost pass out.

Breathes throughout the office, Natasha laid on your back, hands caressing your arms.

"Natasha, are you still there?" It's Bucky. "I didn't see your girlfriend leave. Is she there?"

"Yeah, we're cleaning, Steve asked me to and she's helping me, why?" You only realize what happened when you feel her cock digging into your cunt, a slow moan leaving your lips, it's too sensitive.

"Steve wants to know if you want to join in" Natasha begins to slowly push against your pussy, you want more, you need more, your hands searching for any support.

"Only when I finish cleaning" She kisses your neck, on the mark she made. "No way I'm leaving you for that." She whispers in your ear. Her hips are frenetic. "Can you get that box for me, Detka?" But you don't answer, you can't, it's too good. "You have to say something, Detka".

"T-that o-ne??" Natasha laughs in silence, her smile playful and cocky.

"Okay, I'll tell him." You don't know if Bucky believes that, but it's too good to pay attention.

"You liked that, huh?" She raises her torso, holding your waist, her movements bursting. "Don't try to deny it, Malyshka, I can't keep my cock inside you"

"I like it" She bites your sholders, her tongue burning your skin.

"Malyshka, you're so good to me" Her nails dig into your waist, her hips bump against your butt, the strap gliding smoothly over your wet cunt. "So beautiful accepting everything from me" You feel her front on your back, her teeth biting hard into the skin of your ribs.

Natasha's fingers rub your needy bud.

"Nat... I'm going to... Fuck!" You bite your hand, the small room insanely hot, the voices of people on the other side of the door adding another layer of lust.

"It's okay, pretty girl. You can cum on my cock," the walls are tightening around Natasha's cock, she's gripping your jaw very gently, very different from what her hips are doing, she kisses you. And then you feel the nod in your stomach to undo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your teeth mark your hands.

Her hips slowly stop, you feel her heartbeat on your back. She pulls her cock out.

"That was hot." She says, kissing your cheek.

"I don't know if I can walk".

"That's what you wanted," you look at her, almost offended. "I'm joking, Malyshka. We'll have to stay here for a while.

"As if I'm going to leave with all these people".

You watch as Natasha goes to her backpack, grabs a towel, and wraps the strap to clean it later. She picks up your clothes, you can't move, the orgasm has melted your legs.

"Let me help you, Malyshka," Natasha pushes one of your legs through the panties, then the other. "Okay. Do you need help with your shirt?" You nod, you don't need it, but you have a soft spot for her being so sweet and helpful. You raise your hands, she helps you, then she pulls up your skirt, your shoes. "Come here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable" You hold her like a koala while she leads you to a sofa. "I'm going to put my clothes on and then put everything back. You need to rest.

"I want to help you" You try to get up, but your legs are still wobbly.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." She strokes your hair behind your ears.

"Nat, I don't care what your dad thinks. I'm really proud of you and I'm happy to be your girlfriend" The way she smiles at you makes your heart warm and race.

"Thank you, Malyshka. I'm lucky to have you as my girlfriend," you kissed her, your hands pulling her closer, legs around her waist. "Detka, you have to let me go, otherwise we'll have to stay here forever.

"I'll stay." You wanted to tell her that you loved her, but you were too afraid of being rejected or of her not feeling the same, so you backed off, you didn't want to ruin this.

You just didn't know that the redhead felt the same way.

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[abookloverlmao]

When you’re lost in the darkness look for the light—

warning: father-daughter relationship, mention of death, depression, school shooting, swearing, heavy topics, blood, kidnapping, reader is 19 years old or early 20s, family loss, trauma, ANGSTY!

My birthday passed and I miss my dad and love Price so here you have this angsty piece, grab tissues, you have been warned!

🤍

Price is a father- was actually.

Father of 10 year old Ruby who passed during a school shooting, did it take toll on his life? Yes... yes, it did.

Did he get married and have another kid? absolutely not. Always just a one night stand.

Price never thought he would have a kid, hell even handle one ever again after his was gone, his sweet Ruby– until.

A sarcastic and violent fourteen year old holding a sniper gun and hidden away from the world in a cabin a little away from the base that was attacked appeared.

At first like a pain in the ass but as times went by, she became the rest of his uncompleted soul, like the light in his dark life.

From being a smartass to him, to being a soldier under his wing.

And being a soldier under his wing means getting into trouble sometimes and getting yelled at by him, he didn't want to lose the one girl who like his Ruby.

After almost getting shot, she found herself in Price's office listening to his scolds, staying silent and moving the pen across the paper knowing better than to argue back.

“I know I ain't your damn dad, do I need to tell Ghost to always keep an eye on you because you can't take care of your own self?” He sneered causing her to stop and look up, giving him a frown.

oh…

it was always her saying that she knows he’s not her dad sarcastically just for him to retort back a “do you?” but she never thought it will be the other way around.

she stayed silent before opening her mouth to murmur a small “do you?” now that made him freeze.

His gruff demeanor softened a little but then hardened and he scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

“I…” he started, Price's brow furrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples, "Don't get all sentimental on me, kid," he grumbled, his tone gruff.

“I ain't got time for that shit. Just do your job and stay out of trouble, understood? you need to start acting like a grown ass,”

But despite his harsh words, there was a subtle warmth in his eyes as he looked at her, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between them.

Y/N did nothing but nod and huff sinking back on her chair, “fine.” he glared at her, “understood?” he repeated again causing he to stand up and walk towards the door.

“understood, old man, but if anything ever happens to me then just to let you know I did it like a grown ass. I’m a woman now, ain’t asking for help ever again,”

Price watched her leave, a mixture of frustration and affection swirling within him. He let out a gruff chuckle, shaking his head as he muttered to himself, “Stubborn little shit,”

he knew she liked him too much to stay angry at him, hell he saved her ass too many times and she saved his soul, she always came back to apologize for being stupid but this time she did come to see him before heading out with a boy she met a year ago.

a fling.

Price met him, but didn’t trust him, hell he hated the thought of the girl he raised meet a guy- well at least he watched her grow and become a woman not like his… never mind, Y/N will always remain the sarcastic fourteen year old to him.

his little shit who called him old man.

his light when he’s lost in the darkness.

Y/N knocked, peeking in, “hey… i’m heading out with Alexei to the cinema, just came to let you know,” she said with a small smile walking towards his desk.

Price looked up from his paperwork, his expression unreadable as he met her gaze, “Going out, huh?” he grunted, trying to mask the twinge of unease in his chest.

Y/N nodded, her smile faltering slightly under his scrutinizing gaze, “uh huh, just thought I'd let you know,” she replied, her tone casual.

Price's jaw tightened as he studied her, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, "Be careful," he finally muttered, his voice gruffer than usual.

Y/N's smile widened, genuine gratitude shining in her eyes, the childish twinkle he bought back after horrible shit with her abusive asshole of a family, “I will, cap. Promise.” everyone knew the; don’t promise something you can’t keep, rule.

As she turned to leave, Price couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. “and kiddo?” he called out, his voice softer now.

She glanced back at him, a question in her eyes.

“Come back in one piece, back to me, alright?” he said, the vulnerability in his voice betraying his tough exterior.

Y/N's smile softened, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features, “always do, old man,” she replied with the brightest grin, she then stopped by the door.

“hey John… look, i’m sorry for being a bitch with you earlier when you’re just trying to look out for me, and you know that I love you right?”

Price's heart skipped a beat at her words, a lump forming in his throat as he struggled to find the right response. "I know, kiddo," he managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion. "And... I'm sorry too. Just... be safe out there, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I will, John. I promise." never break that rule kids. 

With one last glance, she disappeared out the door, leaving Price alone with his thoughts and a gnawing sense of dread that refused to leave him.

But despite his fears, he couldn't shake the feeling of love and pride that swelled within him for the young woman who had become like family to him.

“give me a call once you’re there!” he called back loud enough for her to hear and make her chuckle.

–•–•–🤍–•–•–

first call was right before the movie, Alexei said hello, but now it has been 3 hours with no response from her.

no movie is 3 hours… especially not Romeo and Juliet.. Price searched up the timing of the movie of course, his paranoia ate him alive, but then… it went to 48 hours of no news from her.

he looked everywhere for her, yelling for the cops to search for her and his crew, driving around and hacking her phone just to find it in a car abandoned in an alleyway.

not a sound, not a sight of her, she just… vanished– no way was his Y/N running away, she was happy with him, Price can feel himself losing his sanity minute by minute, cops looked everywhere around, his crew asked, searched, he looked even in the woods under the rain.

until 71 hours later, 2 days and 23 hours later… he got a call from a random number, Price stopped his crews and put his phone on speaker, “hello? kiddo? is that you?” he started but was cut off by ragged breaths, like someone was shot in the lungs or was badly hurt.

“dad?” she started between heavy yet rapid breaths, “Y/N?” Price's heart raced as he listened to her ragged breaths. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

for the first time she called him dad and it wasn’t in a sweet way, it was filled with fear like her life depended on it.

Price's voice shook with worry as he waited for her response, his crew hanging onto every word, “I’m in trouble, Dad,” Y/N gasped, the sound of fear evident in her voice. "I don't know where I am... They took me... I'm scared."

static can be heard in the background like shuffling causing him to wince and push the phone away from his ear.

Price's mind raced, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone. “Y/N, stay calm, baby girl, We'll find you. Tell me, can you see anything around you? Any landmarks?”

Y/N's voice was strained, “I-I don't know... look, Alexei is with the Russian gang, he’s a spy, he has always been- I shouldn’t trust him, hack this phone, and his real name is Dimitri Smirnov, was in jail for 3 years because of “you” apparently, I managed to knock him out but please for the love of god…” she took a deep breath, oh so shaky, it’s like her soul was slipping away by the second, after each inhale.

As her voice trembled through the phone, each word seemed to carry the weight of her suffering.

Her breaths were ragged, shallow gasps punctuated by the sound of her struggling lungs. Pain dripped from her voice like blood from an open wound, seeping into the airwaves with every strained syllable.

well she was bleeding from the side, hell she was bleeding all over in this random ass cabin freezing to death and holding her side for dear’s life at the corner with his phone in hand as Alexei laid unconscious– or should she say Dimitri, hell she couldn’t even move to kill him, the chains did hurt like a bitch.

“I want to go home… cause i’m fucking bleeding out and I don’t know if I’m living, please Price, please… just..”

yeah she’s dying, definitely dying…

her essence fading like a flickering flame in a gust of wind, voice trailing off in the distance same way her essence did…

The static in the background mingled with her gasps, a cacophony of agony and desperation that echoed in Price's ears like a haunting melody.

he won’t forget this- ever, whoever in the heavens listening to him and watching over him seemed to like the sight of his suffering, hell he knows he won’t ever forget those ragged breaths of hers.

it will haunt him for the rest of his life.

“come take me home,” her voice cracked with anguish, the weight of her words bearing down on Price like a heavy burden. It was a slow, agonizing descent into darkness, her lifeblood draining away with each passing moment, leaving behind only the hollow echo of her pain.

with that the line cut off, Price barked orders, tracking down her phone, and as soon as Gaz found the location they were off.

a haunting location, a house in the middle of the woods, burning from the inside.

Price froze, but then in a second, he raced towards the back of the house where the fire still hadn't reached the spot, kicking the door with all his force with his men behind he could feel his heart hammering as his eyes moved around in desperate search of her.

as soon as the door opened a sharp whiff of smoke hit his face, causing his eyes to squint and become watery, he coughed a little but that didn't stop him from moving in, calling out her name.

but then Ghost called him from one of the ends of the hallways, "hey cap! You might wanna see this!" he said through his mask causing Price to walk towards the man who pointed at the chains on the ground leading from the kitchen all the way through the fire and to the attic room.

Price's heart sank as he followed the trail of chains, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened to her. The flames roared behind him, threatening to engulf the entire house, but he pushed forward, determined to find her.

fine running through fire was a stupid idea but he wasn't burned or caught by the fire surprisingly, instead, he walked down the stairs but Ghost was quick to catch up stopping him from doing anything crazy when the door to the attic room opened.

"get out of my way, lieutenant," an order.

"let me check first," was all Ghost said before the masked soldier reached the entrance to the attic room, it wasn't locked... Simon took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he might discover inside, preparing for the worst.

gun in hand, the other reaching to push the door so slowly so he could sneak in just in case the "killer" might be by the door ready with a gun or a knife or even a brick.

however, the scene before him sent pure fear through his veins, horror gripping him alive, the room was dimly lit by the flickering flames, casting eerie shadows on the walls but the air was heavy with smoke and the acrid smell of burning wood.

and Simon was never one to be easily shaken.

he even forgot to point the gun around just in case of an attack, his eyes landing on the body in the center, empty eyes staring right back at him, barely blinking.

Ghost wanted to throw up, for the first time ever after millions of missions, he wanted to throw up at the sight, not at her... but the state she was in.

On the ground, beaten so badly, covered in blood from head to toe that he couldn't even recognize her features until his eyes landed on the earrings, twinkling, but with drops of blood still.

his breath hitched the more he took her in, the once nice shirt she wore ripped at the sleeves and top, barely warming her up, a hand chained while the other was on her side, ankles on the other hand both were chained keeping her from moving.

a bloody golf bat by her head, the hair she straightened, now curled and damp, spreading around and dirty thanks to the thick pool of blood— a bloody golf bat by her fucking head- the fucker had beat her to death until she was paralyzed with a fucking bat, not only that, but she was either shot or stabbed to the side.

her breathing- oh her breathing was- ragged, her cheek pressed to the ground and eyes staring right at his slowly losing the sparkle of life, slowly, god he couldn't imagine the excruciating pain she was in if her eyes were still open.

tears racing down the side of her face, pushing some of the drops of blood away.

Ghost's heart clenched with a mixture of rage, sorrow, and helplessness, and finally, he knelt down beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her cheek, feeling the warmth of her fading life, blood coating his gloved fingers as soon as he reached for her.

The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he struggled to breathe, his body shielded her face from Price who would probably drive himself to madness if he saw her.

his daughter-

"Stay with me," Ghost whispered, his voice choked with emotion, "We're here now. We'll get you the help you need. Just hold on. Price is here- John's here..."

she tried to open her mouth and whisper something but only her fingers twitched and her lips parted, words turned into nothing but rough breaths.

"Lieutenant?" oh shit- oh no what should he do, Price was calling out for him, what should he fucking do? no response. he just.. stood and took a step back.

Price frowned, eyes moving to his gloved hand, a drop of blood, thick and so red landed on the wood, but when Simon didn't respond to his call only stared at the body.

He moved to the side, but then his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in disbelief and horror they almost popped out. His mind struggled to make sense of the unimaginable truth before him.

It was his little shit lying there, battered and broken, her fragile form barely recognizable beneath the blood and bruises. The world around him seemed to blur as he fought to comprehend the magnitude of the atrocity committed against his precious girl.

Every fiber of his being screamed out in agony, and he felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest.

and he moved, running to her side, collapsing on the wood, and reaching for her, taking his sweet Y/N in his arms, he held her against his chest and he swore he could see the way her eyes lit up as soon as she was in his arms.

Price could barely recognize her features, so he reached a shaky hand to brush her hair away from her face and with his sleeve, wiped the blood away carefully without hurting her even if it was painful even holding her, she didn't wince, but just stared, relaxing in his arms, breaths still fast but they slowed down as her fear evaporated like it was never there.

and she opened her mouth, mumbling the tiniest, "Hi old man..." Price almost sobbed at that, tears threatening to spill, yes he was emotional, for fuck's sake, "Hey kiddo... you're fine, just, try to talk to me we'll get you help," he whispered holding her, supporting her head like she was a baby instead of an eighteen-year-old woman.

He reached to push the strands of curls that clung to her bloody face, revealing a glimpse of her delicate smile. It was a bittersweet sight, pain, and fatherly love together.

With a trembling voice, Y/N managed to utter a few more words, her words barely audible, but Price leaned in closer, desperate to catch every syllable.

"come on, captain, scold me, it's better than this look," she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice weakened by the ordeal she had endured, tears streamed down Price's face as he listened to her brave words.

He couldn't fathom the depth of her courage and resilience in the face of such brutality. His grip tightened around her gently, as if trying to transfer his strength to her fragile form.

"I'm not scolding you at all, kiddo, never again," he said, he promised– as if that would make her stand and heal.

it won’t. it certainly won’t.

her vision grew blurry, the body heat slowly vanishing and colder then ice, black spots surrounding her vision, she didn’t know what to say.

"you’re my home, old man…" she whispered feeling her eyes flutter on their own, she wasn’t controlling her body, Price noticed and tried to shake awake talking about how she shouldn’t leave him or whatever, she couldn’t hear a single thing as peace slowly washed over her.

with weak knees she pushed herself using her tiptoed closer so her face in buried in his arm and his scent greets her into a warm embrace.

"no no no no- kid. stay awake," she would’ve laughed, joking about how he gives her orders even when she is on the verge of death.

"you’re my kid… you’re my home," he whispered both to her and to himself, so he doesn’t lose his sanity, to convince himself, he shifted so he will hold her in his arms into the tightest hug while her body is growing limp.

her breathing were ragged and as soon as he shifted and held her head against his shoulder, holding her head, it slowed down… and then stopped.

just stopped.

Price was frozen, heart shattering into so many little pieces, "Y/N? kiddo?" he asked shaking her a bit but as he glanced to the side, her eyes emptily staring up, lifeless, twinkle no longer there, no breathing escaping her mouth or nose, lips parted, head falling back, he knew.

his Y/N was gone, his sweet baby girl, in his arms, her bloody hand holding on his sleeve like it always did loosening and falling limp on her side.

Yet another soldier, yet another daughter vanishing from his arms and his life like a dying light, like a dying star, like dust in the wind.

well that’s life… ups and downs. never make promises you can’t keep kids.

Never

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I hope you enjoyed it guys!! edit is shit but the story ruined me! please let me know what you think🤍

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Never Again | (2)

Pairing// Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Type of story// Multi-Chapter

Bucky and Y/N hate each other. A lot. This isn’t your average enemies to lovers story. This is an enemies and lovers story. It will be dark. There will be sex. 

Never Again masterlist || updated every thursday

Venice, Italy

Bucky looked at himself in the mirror as he put his earpiece in and then tightened his black tie around his neck. 

He can’t remember the last time he wore a suit. 

It was all black, minus his dress shirt which was white. His hair was starting to grow again, but it was still a bit short. 

He had cut it shortly after Asa’s death. 

His jaw clenched and unclenched as his thoughts continued to trace back to her. 

He was in Venice for the gala where he’d meet the person who knew who had this real necklace.  The person who killed Asa was expected to be here, too. Just the thought of being in the same city as them sent him off edge.

His eyes linger for a bit on his ring and then back up to his own eyes in his reflection.

He can see sam walking behind him into the other room in their suite. He’s also dressed, even though his rendez-vou will mostly take place outside the venue.

For a second, Bucky’s gaze falters.

Despite Bucky’s natural need for revenge, he understood Sam’s hesitancy for him to participate in his mission and so up close. A part of Bucky almost backed out when it became closer to today’s date. 

He was even going to make a call, when someone reached out to him first instead.

Shuri, and then Fury.

Due to lack of resources from the Blip, Bucky was their best bet for this when it came to taking Hayden hostage and in their custody until the necklace was found. 

Then, she’s to be arrested and taken straight to Wakanda. 

Because of this, and because there was no more compound or tower, she would need to stay under watch until then. 

Someone who had the power to hold her, and had a place with high security measures. 

Bucky knew where they were going with this and he had refused profusely. 

He was not going to keep his wife’s murderer in his house with him until the necklace was found. 

It was out of the question.

But, then they had to play the the-world-is-at-stake game. 

“We know this is hard but you are our only hope.”

And his least favorite: “Asa didn’t risk her life for nothing. She knew what that necklace in the wrong hands could do.”

They had convinced him to accept. Within days, his apartment was already prepped. 

He had to hide his weapons for his own sake. 

If he knew his gun was in an easy access area, he wouldn’t hesitate a second to kill Hayden. And that’s not what he would’ve wanted for the sake of Wakanda and this necklace. 

He hates it, but it’s not what Asa would have wanted either.

He hates everything about this.

“You ready, man?” Sam asks quietly, walking over to his side table next to one of the queen beds for his ear piece.

Bucky lifts his suit jacket to where his gun is and makes sure it’s secure. 

“Yeah. Our boat is outside? Can you bring me my glove?” Bucky asks him.

Sam walks over to him, handing over his glove for his vibranium hand.

“Yeah, they’re out there waiting for us.” Sam says.

Bucky nods and runs both his hands over his jacket. 

He could do this. 

He could not kill the one person he wants to the most.

Right?

—

“Captain. Sergeant Barnes.” One of the officials, a woman with long dark hair, greats Bucky and Sam as they step onto their canal boat. Bucky takes a seat and a deep breath. 

“I’m agent Harlow with the FBI. I’ll be briefing you both on what to expect and who when you arrive,” her hologram iPad depicts photos of two men, one is blonde and the other has darker hair, “This is Alexei Roma and Giovanni Bianca. Alexei is our billionaire philanthropist. He is trying to get possession of the necklace for no reason other than adding another piece to his collection. He is innocent and doesn’t even know what the necklace is capable of. He’s the one hosting tonights gala where he and other billionaires and making ludicrous buys. Most of them black market,” she switches the photo over to the man with darker hair, “Giovanni. He’s Alexei’s biggest competition. His offer matches Alexei’s. Difference? Giovanni knows who the seller is. We assume they are there tonight.”

Sam frowns. 

“This necklace seems so special, like it holds some kind of power. It makes me wonder why the seller is trying to get rid of it in the first place.” He says.

“Good point. Another thing for you both to find out,” the woman takes in a deep breath and switches the hologram photo to a photo of a file. She hesitantly looks up at Bucky, “After you’ve gotten information on where this seller may be, you need to find Hayden. We don’t have anything to help us identify who they are aside from their name and a scar on their arm. We do have height and weight identifications which should help a bit, and they are these,” she shows Sam and Bucky the numbers, “you’re looking for a needle in a haystack. Odds are, Barnes, since they are Hydra affiliated they will recognize you before you recognize them. Remember that,” Bucky doesn’t say anything but he enjoys the weight of his licensed P226 Legion handgun on his body, “Hayden is important because they know why that necklace is powerful. What it does. What it can do. We need to find that out. We need to also find out why they were running after it. Hayden is to be detained, unharmed, under Wakandan order, to not avoid additional conflict or attention to the seller or more buyers. Once we have possession of it, Hayden will be taken to Wakanda for further prosecutions decided by them.”

Bucky has to hold in his scoff at the end but he gives a short and barely noticeable nod anyway.

                                          ~

The gala is illuminated by blue and purple lights.

The music plays sensually as people stand around talking, drinking their choice of liquor, or making connections. 

Bucky could feel the fire in his veins as he thanked the bartender for his scotch. It burned down his throat as he tossed it back.

He could feel it in his stomach as it settled there, hot and strong.

He missed being able to get drunk. Not that this, tonight, was a good time for it. But the last couple of days were ideal. The amount of drinks it’d take him to finally feel the start of it’s affects would take at least ten glasses of whiskey. 

He longed for it.

He hadn’t feel numb like that in so long.

Anything to feel something other than that ache and emptiness in his life.

Bucky leaned over on the bar table as he discreetly tried to find Giovanni or Alexei.  

It bothered Bucky that he didn’t know what Hayden looked like. 

Every man that would look at him, even the bartender, made Bucky want to stand guard. 

He hated this.

Bucky asks the bartender for another drink, wanting to feel more of the taste of the amber on his tongue.

“I’m Kassie.” A gentle and feminine voice came from Bucky’s side.

He turned around and saw a brunette, tall, and tanned skin. She was absolutely stunning. Her straight hair ran down her back, following the tight curvature of her dress, and her hazel eyes were piercing.

No scar.

She gave him another smile after asking for a drink.

“I come to Vanni’s galas quite often. Most faces are regulars. Haven’t seen yours, though.” It’s then he notices her accent. 

British.

“First timer.” Bucky says.

“Something of interest caught your eye yet? The auction items are more prestigious than usual this year.”

“il tuo drink, signore.” The man hands Bucky his drink and Bucky thanks him.

“Not yet, but we’ll see.” He says.

The woman smiles again and nods. 

“Vianni’s work — all of it is marvelous,” she takes a sip of her own drink, “some of the sellers this year are quite great as well.”

Bucky raises a brow at this.

“Do you know if there is a special area for sellers?” 

She tilts her head at him.

“You’ve got quite the paper on you,” she whispers. She moves in closer to him and answers quietly, “They meet up there.” Bucky follows her perfectly manicured finger. 

There’s a lounge on the top floor. Secluded from the rest of the room. Bucky can immediately make out the two guards at the entrance.

“Good to know, thank you, miss.”

“Kassie.” She correct him. 

Bucky doesn’t miss her doe eyes and her sweet tone. He slyly moves his left hand behind his head in a way where his left ring finger falls in direct line with her sight.

Her demeanor changes majorly, but her kind eyes and smile still remain. She takes a small step back.

“It was nice meeting you.” She says shortly before taking her drink and walking away.

Bucky sighs as soon as she’s gone and runs a hand down his face.

He drinks his glasses until the end and then walks away, tightening his tie around his neck as he made his way to the stairs that led up to the other floors of the building.

“Not sure if you got that, Sam.” Bucky talks, walking smoothly past the other people.

“We did. You going up there now?” Sam asks.

“Halfway there.” Bucky says with finality. 

Bucky is about to take the second flight of stairs when her hears commotion coming from across the floor. He looks up towards the VIP area where he was headed to, but that was also behind him, and frowns. There was a fight.

Bucky’s thankful that on the second floor he was on there was no one there. 

“Dammit, might have to hold off for a few minutes or so.” 

“What happened?”

“Some kind of argument. We can wait a little more. At least now we know where they will be.”

Bucky turns around back towards the main floor where the guests are. He takes in a deep breath and continues his walk back down to the floor. 

“We’ve got someone on the other building across, up on the roof, and they’ve narrowed down on Alexei and Giovanni in that vip area. We’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”

It’s all just soft noise to Bucky now. Three fifths of this mission was complete. Now he just needed to wait.

“Might as well get another drink.” Sam says playfully in his ear.

“Don’t tempt me.” Bucky says humorlessly, “I just might.” 

At least it’d give him something to do with his hands.

Buckywas starting to feel a little awkward as he just walked around in the middle of the crowd with nothing to really do and no one to talk to. 

At least the music pulled him away from reality for a bit. 

He was so lost in his own thoughts about how he’d approach Alexei that he didn’t see the person he accidentally just hit walking by.

His shoulder hit the person’s hard, and when he spun around to see who it was, his breath caught only momentarily. 

Wow.

Your hair also cascaded down your back, and your heels elongated your legs perfectly. 

You had been anxious to head up to where you knew the guy you were looking for would be, that when you accidentally ran into someone and you spun around and realized you were looking at no other than Bucky Barnes, you were genuinely and thoroughly caught off guard.

You were standing there gaping like a fish. For the first time not knowing what to say right away. That’s when you realized he had no idea who you were. He never saw your face.

Then you wondered why he was here. Did he know about the necklace? Were his Avengers friend here?

Shit.

Your mission was compromised. 

“I’m sorry about that.” His voice.

That stupid, deep voice. 

You used his lack of knowledge with you as a disadvantaged and you gave him a small smile.

You needed to run and tell Ivan right away. There was no way you were getting out of there without them catching on to what you were doing. 

The manpower was unfair.

“That’s alright.” You say quietly, before spinning around, letting the only thing behind you a man who for some reason was still looking at you and the train of your black dress. 

Your super expensive black dress. 

Bucky couldn’t stop the soft blushing he felt creeping up his neck or the flutter her felt at your voice. 

Once you’re out of sight he quickly shakes his head. 

Not only were you pretty, that wasn’t what it was, but your eyes...

He turns once more to look back at you again and this time you’re halfway down the long hallway that led to the exit out of the building. 

His eyes narrowed down at you like a hawk. As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turned around and your eyes met.

That was when everything changed.

Your left hand quickly went up to your ear piece.

“Ivan. We have a problem. Mission abort, meeting you at Rezou.”

You turned once again to meet Bucky’s eyes, like a moth to a flame, and that’s when his blue eyes traveled from your face to your left arm.

Bucky’s stomach fell hard. His blood also ran cold in his veins and all he could see was red. 

And you definitely knew who he was alright, because the second he made the connection to who you were, your face also changed and you picked up your pace.

Bucky could feel his heart in his head.

“Sam, I got her.” Bucky says quickly, a hardness in his voice that he himself hadn’t heard in years.

“Who?” Sam’s confusion was palpable.

Bucky couldn’t even tell is he was running but he felt like he was at this point. He had to be.

“Hayden,” Bucky’s voice was unsteady, “Hayden’s a girl. I’m after her right now.”

“Buck-“

“I’m following her out the venue. I’ll need you, Sam. Stay on.”

Shit, he was already losing you.

You could feel the blood in your head and ears as you ran as fast as you possibly could outside in the Venice streets. 

The winter soldier was after you. You hated him, but you knew how strong and much faster than you he was, but you would put up a fight.

“He’s here. The Winter Soldier is here.” You spat into your ear piece.

“What?” 

You turned it off. You didn’t know what the Avengers could hack into and you didn’t want them over hearing anything. 

The streets of Italy were already asleep, and your heels cladding loudly with stones as you ran as fast as you could.

You knew he was on your tail.

You could practically feel him right behind you.

You whipped your head back to see you were in fact correct.

You were screwed. You knew you were because this was a super soldier and he was a goddamn sniper. If he hadn’t caught you yet, it was by choice.

You wondered if he was tiring you out on purpose.

His face was angry as he spoke to someone. 

You were right. They were all here. 

You decided your best bet would be to create obstacles since your speed wasn’t what would win here.

You made a sharp right around a buggy and ran over the bridge over one of the canals. 

“Fuck.” You grunted out as you felt your diaphragm already begin to spasm. 

You only had one place you could go. Thankfully, it wasn’t that far.

You weren’t sure what you’d do when you get there. 

You made another sharp left and then ran down a dark alley, illuminated by the orange lights of some of the homes, and ran towards the end, making a right. 

Just like that, everything became more quiet. You stopped behind the wall and took a few deep breaths.

He could be right behind you, maybe did lose you, or was playing you. Whichever one it was, you had to take your chances. You turned your head towards the right and continued the way you were going, but much slower this time.

While you do so, you check your thigh to make sure your gun was still there where you put it. 

It’s there.

You turn down another alley towards your left and then stop just next to a door. You look once more towards the direction you came from, relieved to see no one there.

Opening the door, you make your way inside the building. 

You’re thankful you discovered this back entrance to your hotel earlier. 

Hand tight on the handrail and the other grabbing the bottom of your dress, you start making your way up to your floor where your room is.

Room 302 of the Hotel Danieli.

One of your favorites.

With a deep breath you make your way over to the table next to the window and quickly remove your ear piece. You also unbuckle your gun from around your thigh and then run your hand through your hair.

You had not expected this. 

You did not expect to see him.

You also weren’t an idiot. You knew you didn’t out run him. He was still out there waiting for you. You didn’t know what game he was playing at or how he even knew who you were, but you were willing to put up a fight. Your eyes quickly flicker away from the window as a soft gust blows your curtain just slightly. 

Your eyes go to the roof across the street.

He was a sniper. 

You quickly move out of direct sight of the window, bringing your gun with you, and rest up against your wall next to it.

You turn the safety off.

Wait.

Your eyes dart down once more to the open window.

The soft click of another gun’s safety being turned off is the only confirmation you need.

You can’t help the laugh, in the form of a scoff, that leaves your lips. Your hair fans over the left side of your face as you turn to look directly into the black void of the rest of your suite.

With footsteps that are barely noticeable, and as the lights illuminates his face, Bucky steps foot into your hotel bedroom.

His eyes are dark, his tie is gone, he shockingly broke a sweat, some of his hair was falling over his forehead, his mouth is in a tight line, and he’s got his gorgeous - oh hell you had always wanted one - Legion gun pointed directly at your head with both hands.

Hilarious; he still kept his vibranium hand hidden.

You just stared at him as he continued looking at you, saying nothing and doing nothing. It almost intrigued you. He looked furious, his top lip almost trembled, yet he was as still as a rock.

You let out a short laugh as you lifted your own two arms to point your own gun back at him.

“Put it down. Now!” He screamed the last word at you and you felt insulted.

You let out a little smile.

“I don’t think you’re really talking to me that way, now are you, Bucky?” Something about you knowing his real name irks him deeply and it does something to him he wasn’t prepared for. It makes him feel more human than assassin and it reminds him of what you took from him, “I’m not scared of you. I only ran because I don’t want you in my goddamn way.” You fire your bullet into the lamp right behind him at your last word.

Either of you barely flinch at it.

“I don’t give a shit. Stand down. Now.” He says again.

You squint an eye at him and that’s when Bucky has had enough. The speed he goes for you physically hurts you, and he aims his gun directly at yours, causing yours to fall apart in your hand and fly across the room; its sudden power making your hand burn.

With a growl, you unexpectedly grab him arm and twist his around so he’s the one with his back against the wall.

He was more powerful than you, but you were still somewhat skillful and did have some more than normal human strength. Catching him off guard was just enough. 

Bucky’s breathing was hard as he pulled you around until he was back in an advantage point.

You smirk just after your head hits the wall hard.

“That was fun,” you knew what he was about to do. You saw it before you knew. He was too distracted in what was going on in his head that he did a piss job in hiding it. You quickly reach your right hand around until the cuff he had in his hand is closed and locked around nothing, “but frankly I’m bored, soldat.” Bucky could only glare back at you as you stepped your impressive black high heel into his shoe and moved your body closer to his, “It was nice seeing you again.”

Bucky didn’t bother to react at his blood boiling or to attempt to run after you again.

He had already made contact with everyone else and they were prepared for you.

If anything, it had all gone to plan.

What he didn’t expect was for you to be you.

Your perfume lingers in the beautiful hotel room and he’s out of breath as he watches you jump out your window, aiming for the waters below.  

Idiotic.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly together and runs a hand through his hair. 

He expects the voice in his ear, but he still hates it just the same; and it hits different. It’s a confirmation of what the next few weeks will be.

“I got her.” Sam.

~

“We should be landing in New York soon. We’ll have someone drive you to your home in the city. You said her room was ready?” Sam asks Bucky, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bucky can’t find it in himself to vocally respond yet. 

He also can’t wrap his head around the fact that this girl in front of him killed his wife just a few days ago.

This hydra agent.

This criminal, who he’d have to literally protect and keep in custody in his own home for god knows how long. 

His eyes linger over the bruises on your legs and he doesn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for you.

You’re passed out and cuffed to the bed underneath you. You hit the water pretty hard. It was evident how desperate you were to get away from him. 

He wants to kill you, and maybe he will once they have the necklace. 

Bucky can only nod in response to Sam’s question. 

“Five minutes to landing.” Sam says.

“It’s on autopilot?” Bucky asks, walking out of the plane’s medical area, closing the door behind them.

“Yes. Did you want to land us the rest of the way?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,” Bucky says softly, finally allowing his heart to feel again, “it’s been a while since I’ve flown.”

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The Third Widow || Yelena's Worry

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst  | Fluff | Mentions of Depression | Suicidal Thoughts| Mentions of Weed & Smoking It | Talks about murder | Language Warning | Reader being Drugged | 4K |

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | 

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (Ivy), Мэри (Mary), стереть ее (erase her) 

The Third Widow Masterlist

Natasha watched from the back door as you walked further and further out into the woods, only grabbing her widow bites when you were out of site. She tried to stop you when you came down the stairs, but it was clear to her that you weren't hearing her and assumed you were sleep-walking. "Y/n!" She called out when you came to a stop. 

"Help me! Please come quickly!! He's coming for me!! Help!!" 

The voice of a young girl screamed from miles away, you only stopped to hear it again and turned in the direction it came from. "Y/n! Stop!" Natasha called once more but you didn't hear her, you could only hear the cries for help that had been keeping you awake for the past week. Natasha followed you deeper and deeper until suddenly the calls for help stopped and you were left in the middle of the woods confused on why the young girl had stopped. 

"Y/n" Natasha's voice finally registered with you as you turned around and looked at her, "What are you doing?" Natasha asked in a worried tone, you rubbed your hands over your face in frustration and shrugged, "I just wanted to go for a walk" you lied. "No" Natasha shook her head, "this has been going on for almost two weeks now, you come here to the same spot every night, are you sleep walking?" She asked. Your eyes fell to the ground in front of Nat's feet, your jaw clenched as it became clear to you that Natasha wasn't hearing the cries for help. 

"You don't hear her, do you?" You asked, slowly looking up at her again, her heat wave making it impossible for you to look at her for more than a few seconds. "Hear who?" She questioned. "The girl, she needs help. She's been calling for help every night since" you paused and wondered if this was because of your session with Wanda that was still a secret between the two of you. "Since what?" Natasha's tone filled with more concern than worry. "Doesn't matter" you mumbled, "let's just go back" you walked by her without looking up at her. 

Natasha walked closely behind you without asking anymore questions, keeping her thoughts to herself as she wondered more and more about what you meant, who were you talking about and why were they dragging you out into the middle of the woods so late at night. Natasha, watched as  you wandered up to your room and closed the door before she could say another word. You didn't get any sleep that night, you stayed up waiting for the cries to make back but they didn't, and you watched the sunrise with the birds doing their morning song before you took a shower and freshened up for the day. 

"Hey, Kate has an archery contest on today, you should come" Yelena snapped you out of thought as you sat at your desk staring at the blanket page in your sketch book. "Is Wanda going?" You asked slowly turning your head to face her, she shook her head, "Nope" Yelena replied sternly, you didn't reply. You hadn't seen or heard from Wanda since she walked you home late that night, you'd called and left messages and waited for her to meet you by the river, but she never came. "Wanda is out of town" Yelena broke the silence, "Oh" your eyes dropped to your sketch book once more, "I'm fine, thanks" you added turning down the offer. "Suit yourself" Yelena sighed and closed your bedroom door. 

That night wasn't any different than the last few nights. You got ready for bed and just as you were trying to fall asleep the cries returned. 

"I know you can hear me, help!! I don't' want to go!! help me, please!!"

Although tonight they seemed louder than any other time, each cry for help got louder until it was unbearable. You slipped out of bed and changed into black sweats and a hoodie before tip toeing downstairs and putting on your boots. Through the living room window you could see the small heat wave in the far distance of the woods. 

"He's coming!! Quick!! Don't leave me out here, please!!" 

The younger voice screamed as you took slow steps towards the heatwave, it got further and further away the longer you walked. The voice started to fade out and become distant until you could hear it no more. 

"Where are you?" You called out but got no reply, you looked around and the heatwave had disappeared. Sighing, you turned around and walked back to the house, your eyes struggling to stay open with the number of sleepless nights you were having once again. Yelena was getting a glass of water when she saw you coming back in from the back door. "Where'd you go?" She asked, turning on the living room light so her heatwave didn't hurt your tired eyes. 

"Nowhere" you replied. 

"Snuck out with Wanda again?" She asked, you frowned and shook your head. "I haven't seen or heard from Wanda since…nevermind" you sat down on the sofa and took off your boots. "Since you and her got high?" Yelena watched your every movement, "h-how did you know?" You asked. "Wanda told me, you've been spending a lot of time with her" she sat in the armchair across from you. 

"Does that matter? She's a friend" 

"No, it doesn't. I just" she paused and took a mouthful of water before sighing softly, "I just wanted to know if I had upset you or something" she adds. "Upset me? Why would you think that?" You frowned again. "Because плющ you've been distance with me. I asked if you wanted to spend some time together and you asked if Wanda was coming, and you barely speak to any of us at the moment. I just wanted to make sure you were okay" she admits, looking into your eyes. You wanted so much to tell her that it wasn't her or anybody else making you feel the way you do but you thought if you told her that things didn't feel right then it would become another issue for them to worry about. 

"плющ, talk to me, please. I can see something is bothering you" she breaks your thoughts once more. "I'm f-fine сестра" you lied, hating every moment of it. Yelena shook her head, "you're lying" she mumbled and took another mouthful of water. "Yelena, I'm fine!" You snapped and stood from the sofa, "плющ" she spoke in a soft tone, "sit down and talk to me. It's just us" she adds while looking up at you, "I just want to spend some time with you, I don't care what we talk about" she explained. You could see that Yelena didn't like showing this soft side of her and she wouldn't offer this side of her again for a while if you shut her out once again. 

Slowly you sat back down and looked at your older sister. You wondered which one of you looked more like your mother or which one of you looked more like your father. You wondered if your parents were even still alive, did they look for you? Or were you both born into this world without the true love and affection of a mother and father. "Have you heard anything more from Asya?" She asked. You shook your head, "my phone is full of texts from unknown numbers" as you sat back on the sofa. 

"Saying what?" Yelena frowned.

"It doesn't matter" 

"плющ" Yelena looked at you with eyes full of worry. "Horrible things. Things at are all true" you confessed. Yelena leaned forward slightly, "what things плющ" she said more sternly. Your eyes built with tears as you remembered some of the messages, you'd read from people you couldn't name or describe. "That I need to pay for what I did to Grace. That I should be put away, dead even" tears feel freely from your eyes, "all things that are true! I should pay for what I did, I should be in a prison cell, I s-shou- "

"No!" Yelena stood from her seat as she cut you off, she walked over to you and sat beside you, pulling you in for a hug. "it's true, сестра" you broke down, "I don't belong here" you added. 

"You do belong here. Dreykov is to blame for Grace. I will deal with Asya, I promise" she held you tighter as you lost control of your emotions, "don't do anything сестра, please. I will do what is right when the time comes" you sobbed. "If you think I'm going to sit back and let this сука make you feel like this any longer, you're wrong" Yelena replied. 

"сестра please" you begged as you pulled away from her slightly, "I'm tired of being a problem, I am tired of making things worse for everybody. I heard Melina and Natasha talking…. If you…if you do anythi- "

"Listen to me" she cut you off once more, "you are my sister, my baby sister, you could never be a problem to me. It is my job to protect you, it my job to look out for you, it is my job to make sure you are safe and that you have a friend to lean on. Shit isn't normal for us, I know but what is normal is you and I, by blood, by name, by looks. Nobody, not even Dreykov can take that away" she wiped your tears that didn't stop, she said all the things you needed to hear but still it didn't change how you felt deep down, and the dark cloud of death seemed to grow bigger. 

"I…I love you сестра" Yelena said softly as she looked deep into your eyes. She saw the darkness that had consumed your mind, she saw the fight you wanted to give up and it worried her more than she's ever worried about anything. You hugged her tightly as a reply feeling the safety she had to offer and eventually drifted off to sleep in her arms where she let you. 

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Yelena had her own secret that she'd kept from you and after hearing how you felt, she hated herself for telling Wanda to keep a distance from you. Her intentions were good but after last night she knew she had made a mistake. You started to miss Wanda and wondered if she truly was out of town or if your confession had scared her. You'd never felt those feelings before, not for anybody and for you to confess them to somebody was big enough but Yelena wasn't to know that you'd told Wanda about your crush. 

That day you spent by the river alone once more. It was a hot day but that didn't stop you from getting lost in your thoughts as you watched countless wildlife creep up to the river for a drink and wonder back into the woods undisturbed by your presence. 

"Мэри" Wanda's voice entered your thoughts before you saw her climb up onto the rock, "Мэри" she repeated snapping you out of it. "W-Wanda? Y-you're back" you looked at her but all she saw was sadness. She gently brought a hand up to up your right cheek, her thumb strokes your skin softly. You turned your head away from her, "I'm sorry" she spoke, "I didn't mean to disappear like that, I swear" she added. 

"W-was it because of what I said?" You asked, still not looking at her. "No" she smiled softly to herself at the memory, "I only did what Yelena asked" Wanda admitted. You turned to face her again, this time with a frown.

"What do you mean? What did Yelena ask?"

"Yelena asked me to give you space for a few days…. I…I thought that's what you wanted" Wanda lightly frowned when it was clear that Yelena did this without your acknowledgement. "I hated not seeing you and it's only been a few days" she added. "Yelena told you to give me space? Why?" you asked, ignoring her last comment. 

"I don't think she likes the idea of us"

"Oh" your eyes dropped, "Hey" Wanda gently cupped your face once more and brought it up to look at her, "I like the idea of us" she looked into your eyes "and I like you too" she added. You wished her words changed the way you felt but they didn't, and your eyes dropped once more. "Please look at me" Wanda spoke softly, your eyes looking up at her slowly, her thumb gently stroking your face once more, "can I give you something?" She asked. Her question confused you slightly but you nodded anyway. "Good" she whispered.

Wanda leaned in closer to you, her eyes dropping to your lips as she moved closer to your lips. Your heart started to race, and you sore you felt sweat in the palms of your hands the closer she got. Wanda smiled softly as she reached your lips; your body froze as you felt her lips connect with yours. They were soft and warm, you wanted more, you never wanted her to stop as she deepened the kiss, bringing her free hand to cup your other cheek. You were too sure if you kissing her back was what you were supposed to do but it felt right, and you kissed her back just as hard. 

Wanda smiled against your lips once the two of you remembered the need for air was strong. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as Wanda pulled back, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You wore a smile on your lips that you couldn't hide. Wanda licked her lips and smiled softly once more. "Can we d- "

"Yes" Wanda nodded already knowing your question, "we can do it as much and whenever you feel like it" she spoke, and you liked that idea very much. 

"Can you forgive me?" She asked. 

"After that? Yes" you nodded with a soft smile, "I'd like to that again, if you don't mind" you added. Wanda chuckled before gently placing her lips on yours once more, this time the kiss was softer and slightly longer, you took a mental note to remember the giddy and fluttering feeling Wanda's lips gave you so you could add it to your sketch book. 

That night you couldn't stop thinking about the feel of Wanda's lips as she gave you your first ever kiss. You've read about moments in books and seen it displayed at school and sometimes catching Melina and Alexei kiss but it never crossed your mind that you'd be doing it with somebody, ever. That is not to say that you weren't mad at Yelena, you just didn't want to end the day getting into an argument with her. 

Everything was fine until your eyes started to drape shut. 

"You must come!! He's so close! Please I'm begging you! Don't leave me out her for him!! Help!!"

The cries for help returned once again as expected. This time you weren't giving up. 

"Help me!!! Please!!!"

You followed the cries deep into the woods once again, this time going deeper than any night before. A heatwave soon caught your attention as you wandered in its direction. 

Yelena was woken by Natasha lightly shaking her, "Yelena wake up, it's Y/n she's gone again" she spoke as Yelena woke. "What do you mean gone?" She rubbed her eyes. "Into the woods, I've been keeping an eye on her each night. She's good further tonight get up. I'm waking Melina and Alexei" she explained before leaving the bedroom. 

"You're so close I can see you! Please help me! I want to go home, I'm so scared" 

The young voice spoke as you got closer to the heatwave. "I'm coming" you said and kept walking. 

"She can't have gotten far" Melina said as she hurried to put her boots on. "If she's sleep walking, it's possible" Natasha replied. "You should've told us!" Melina looked up at Nat with concern. "Enough, it doesn't matter right now" Alexei stopped the two from breaking into an argument as he grabbed his handgun. Yelena stormed down the stairs in a rush, not caring for anybody she bumped into on her way out the back door. "Yelena! Wait!" Natasha called. 

"No! She's my sister! I'll find her" Yelena snapped then continued walking towards the woods. 

"He's coming! PLEASE!!"

The cries got louder as you hurried through the woods, the heatwave becoming bigger and the cries for help seemed closer. 

"Where are you?!" You called out. 

"Just a little more! I can see you; I am stuck! Please hurry"

The voice replied giving you another hint of the direction it came from. After a few more passing moments the heatwave you picked up disappeared leaving you confused. 

"I can't believe it" a voice spoke with a chuckle, "you actually came" the voice stepped into the moonlight. "Asya?!" You frowned, your stomach dropping. "Surprise!" She laughed, "that was so easy and kind of adorable how worried you were" she circled around you, "running out here like a little puppy" she adds. 

"Enough!" A deeper voice emerged from the darkness of the woods in front of you. Your stomach turned as you came face to face with the deeper voice before you felt a prick like pinch to your neck and your vision blurred out before you saw darkness. 

"Take her to the jet" Dreykov muttered to his guards as one scooped you up from the hard group. "Good job Asya" he turned to her "but you won't be coming back with us" he adds. 

"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered. Dreykov looked to another one of his guards, "стереть ее" he spoke before making his way back into the woods towards the jet. With the command, Asya was executed without a sound. 

—-

"Y/n!" Yelena called out to you as did the others as they made their way through the woods.

"Guys!" Yelena called out to the others once she almost tripped over Asya's body. Melina caught up and flashed the flashlight on her before kneeling to feel for a pulse. "She's still warm" Melina looked up, "Y/n can't be far" she added. "What the hell is Asya doing out here" Yelena frowned as she looked up at Natasha, "where the hell is my sister?!" She added. 

The four searched the woods till the early hours of the morning, there was no sign of you anywhere. 

"He has her, I know it!" Yelena turned and snapped at the other three.

"Yelena, we can't think like that" Melina took a step towards her, but Yelena shook her head and stormed by them, making her way back to the house. The other followed behind with a fair distance behind her. "Whatever happened here tonight was enough for Y/n to leave Asya like that" Natasha spoke, breaking the silence. "We don't know if she killed her" Melina looked to Nat, a hint of worry filling her eyes as she looked over to Alexei. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him as they walked, "she is a strong girl, she'll come home" he assured her. 

Yelena didn't waste any time calling Kate and Wanda for help when she got back to the house. "I think I might know where she is" Wanda spoke with hope, "but you guys can't come with me. I promised her it was a place she could go if she needed" she added. 

"I'm coming!" Yelena stood her ground. 

"Just stay with Kate. If Y/n is where I think she is, I'll text you and I'll bring her back"

"No! I don't know what the hell you tow have going on but she's my sister! I promised her I'd protect her, I promised to be there for her! We're coming with you" 

"Yelena, please! Just trust me on this. Y-you don't know how important this place has been for her" 

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Yelena stepped forward. Wanda's jaw clenched as Yelena's eyes filled with anger. "Guys, this isn't the time to fight! We need to find Y/n" Kate inserted herself before anything could happen. "We are coming with you" Yelena said again with more sternness to her tone giving the two a few more moments of strong eye contact before Wanda nodded lightly, "fine" she mumbled. 

Wanda took Yelena and Kate through the woods to the river side where she hoped deeply that you would be sitting on the rock like she usually found you. "How much further?" Yelena asked in a frustrated tone. "Sh…she should be here. This…this is our spot" Wanda replied, her heart sunk to her stomach when you were sitting on the rock with your sketch book or glazing at the water. "Well, she's not here so that was a waste of time" Yelena turned to start walking back to the house. "Lena, wait" Kate stopped her and looked between her two friends. 

"You both know Y/n well enough. Yelena you're her sister and Wanda, she's close with you. Has she ever mentioned anything about leaving or running away?" Kate asked. 

"No!" Yelena replied without a second thought. 

"Yes"

"What? No, she hasn't! What are you talking about?" Yelena frowned. 

"She told me. She said she hated feeling like a problem and that if she went away that everything would go back to normal for you and the others" Wanda explained. 

"You spend a few weeks with my sister and suddenly you think you know her? Does she know about you? About the mind reading and the magic? Or did you leave that information out?!"

"Yelena, stop!" Kate spoke, trying to avoid an argument. 

"I know more than you think, Yelena! You're upset and I understand that. We're all worried but don't blame me for this! If she has ran off, maybe it's because you failed to tell her you asked me to keep my distance after she told me she had feelings for me!" 

"Guys, please! This is not the time to fight" Kate stepped in once more. Yelena's eyes dropped to Wanda's feet, "You told her about that?" She asked. Wanda nodded, "I wasn't going to lie to her. She deserved to know the truth. Yelena, she thought she scared me off, that I wasn't" Wanda stopped herself from saying another further, "Kate's right, we need to find her" 

"Wasn't what?!" Yelena looked up at Wanda once more. 

"We should split up and see if maybe she's just hiding out around her somewhere" Wanda ignored Yelena. 

"Wasn't what, Wanda? Answer the question" Yelena repeated. Wanda threw her head back slightly to keep herself from crying with worry. "She thought I wasn't interested. That I didn't feel the same! You made her feel that I wanted nothing to do with her!" She snapped wanting Yelena to stop digging for more information. "You like her?" Yelena asked. 

"Like? It doesn't matter" 

"Tell me! Do you have feelings for her?!" 

"Yes Yelena! I do! I think she's the best thing to have walked into my life after all that shit with HYDRA! She made me feel again! Is that what you want to hear?! Y/n is out there somewhere and you're fucking worried if I have feelings for her! Fucks sake, Yelena!" 

Kate was taken back by Wanda's tone and her words left Yelena speechless. "I'm going to look for her and if I find her, I'll call!" Wanda said before storming off into the woods. "Wanda!! Come back!" Kate called only to be ignored. 

"Let her go" Yelena spoke turning her back to Kate so she wouldn't see the tears in her eyes, "I know where she is" she added. "Then let's go get her!" Kate said with hope, but Yelena shook her head, "we can't" tears fell from her eyes, "I don't know where she's gone but I know where she's going" she spoke softly before making the slow walk back to the house leaving Kate behind.

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[vuulpecula]

He was not a wolf amongst the sheep. Dressed in fine wool dyed black, speckled with grey. Blonde hair cut short, the fair strands streaked with white, showing his age much more than the scars on his skin. Black gloves made of the finest leather covered his hands, hiding the parts of him, the ink that revealed that he was not like them. The Pan Pacific Defense Corps, the United Nations, every single person bravely joining the Jaeger Program. No, he was not a wolf amongst the sheep.

They were fish, birds, the kicking legs of a swimmer: lingering always near the surface of the water. Unaware as he hunted beneath, mouth full of jagged teeth. Dorsal fin joining them, circling them as he prepared to crush them beneath his jaws. Indifferent to screams and squawks and the fight of muscles beneath scales.

"Ah, here he is," Jasper Schoenfeld grinned, indicating Pavel. "Our hero; the first person to survive a solo operation." It was clear he was proud of the fact despite how close it had brought him to death's door. "Pavel, allow me to introduce to you, Alexei Alkaev. He is one of the largest benefactors to the program--has even donated a substantial amount to have Breaker fixed instead of scrapped--and is a big fan of yours, he admits." Schoenfeld laughed and beside him, Alexei smiled tightly.

Gaze glued and unchanging as he examined Pavel's face. Wondering how this slip of a boy had managed the mental fortitude it took to survive a solo-pilot of a Jaeger. "It is a pleasure to finally meet the man behind the myth."

@ensnchekov ♡’d for a small papa alexei starter !

[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Six

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count: ~3000

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The sound of the pool water sloshing was a poor substitute for the ocean, but it was about all she was going to get this summer. Josh was too focused on this new endeavor and it didn’t seem like he would be willing to take a break for a vacation. Eva lounged on one of the chairs by the edge, reading a mystery novel. The main character was detective that was trying to solve the murder of a sex worker. He’d pegged her drug dealer boyfriend as the main suspect—a definite red herring.

From the house came the sound of the sliding glass door and Josh calling her inside. She gathered up her towel and book, then headed inside. Josh was pouring a glass of liquor at the bar. Across the room, Alexei stood impatiently near the door.

“She’s not dressed to go out,” the Russian scoffed.

Eva looked down at her bathing suit. He was right. But, there were no events or meeting scheduled for that night. Eva checked the calendar twice before deciding to spend the afternoon in the water. She glanced between the two of them, anxious that she missed something.

Josh was undisturbed by the petulance in Alexei’s tone, “She can get dressed.” Then, to Eva, “Go upstairs. Put on something comfortable.”

She said nothing as she moved to obey. In her room, Eva stripped off the bathing suit and threw it over the edge of the tub to dry. She dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, pulling on socks and tennis shoes before returning to The Lounge.

Josh was sitting on one of the sofas, his glass held lazily between his legs. Alexei hadn’t moved from his spot near the door. Eva stepped four paces inside and waited.

“You told me Dr. Martin was the one who took the money,” Josh prompted.

Eva felt her jaw tense. She nodded.

“Alexei has arranged a meeting with him. Since you’re the one who figure it out, you get to go.”

She could feel Alexei staring at her from off to the side. Eva kept her silence a moment longer, then gave another nod. Josh regarded her with narrowed eyes that looked too much like suspicion for her liking.

“Get to it.”

Dismissed, Eva followed Alexei out to the driveway and dropped down into the passenger seat of his car. It wasn’t his usual coupe, the smaller, flashier model replaced with a four door compact in an ugly beige.

“Where are we going?” Eva asked as Alexei turned over the engine.

He sighed, “Out of town.”

“To talk to Dr. Martin.”

Alexei turned out of their neighborhood. Eva glanced at him sidelong, taking in the tension around his eyes and the way he wasn’t quite seeing the road in front of him. She looked a moment longer before turning her attention forward.

“I don’t like being babysat.”

Eva’s head swiveled towards him, “What?”

He sniffed, “I work alone. Josh knows this. Why would he send you with me if he didn’t want me watched?”

She was drawing a very dangerous blank, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t know he wanted me to come with you at all.”

Alexei sighed and wriggled into a more comfortable position behind the wheel, “It doesn’t make sense.”

“When has Josh ever really made sense?” Eva asked with a wry smile.

Lips reluctantly turning upward, he gave a nod, “Josh does what he wants.”

“Yes, he does,” Eva allowed.

“Spoiled.”

She was not going to agree with that, even if she did think Josh was spoiled. Myra, in an attempt to make sure her son never had the kind of destitute life she’d experienced as a child, gave her son everything he ever wanted. From Christmas presents to trips to signing off on the loan that got him started in the pharmaceutical business after he finished med school, Myra had, in fact, spoiled Josh rotten.

“We’re going to kill him.”

The bubbling laugh from her throat was more a reflex than actual humor, “Be serious.”

The car picked up speed, “I am serious. He took money from the family. You can’t do that and expect to walk away.”

Eva’s jaw unhinged in shock, “It was only a couple thousand dollars.”

Alexei cut a glance at her, “From the official books. When you found the error in petty cash, I took a look through the inventory and some of our expenses. Its closer to half a million.”

She searched for some memory of other errors in the finances, “But, how?”

“Does it matter?” Alexei replied as they headed for the interstate.

“Yes, it matters,” Eva said fervently, “If it can happen once, it can happen again.”

He laughed, “That’s why we’re talking with him. If he was working with anyone else, it will send a strong enough message that they should cut and run before we figure them out, too.”

Turning her gaze to look through the windshield, Eva sat back in her seat. Alexei had a point. And, more than that, she knew this was how he handled business—all with Josh’s blessing. Which begged a question…

“Why am I really going with you?”

A long silence followed the question, then Alexei sighed and reached over to pat her arm, “I suppose its just his way, Birdie.”

Eva flinched at the nickname. Alexei noted it and removed his hand. They didn’t say anything more until they reached the warehouse that housed Josh’s lab. Eva knew her way down and tried hard not to be surprised with the way it was covered in plastic. The tables had been moved to either wall and in the center was a wooden chair. Dr. Martin sat atop it.

He was bound and gagged. His eyes were wide with fright, widening further when he saw Eva’s face. She looked at her feet as she descended the stairs. Alexei, behind her, was smiling as he reached the landing.

“Dr. Martin,” Alexei greeted, “Sorry for the delay. Had to pick up a special guest.”

Eva squeezed her fingers together and tried to put on a brave face. She faltered when she caught sight of a toolbox sitting not far from her, the claw end of a hammer sticking out of it. There could be no doubt as to what was going to happen.

Alexei walked up to Dr. Martin and pulled the gag from his mouth. The doctor begged, said all kinds of things about his family, his children, about how he would pay the money back. Eva watched Alexei ignore him as he checked Dr. Martin’s bonds.

“Now, we’ve already discussed this,” Alexei said as he moved to stand before his victim, “You know taking money from us is unforgivable. The best you can hope for is a quick death—which I will be happy to give you once you tell me how you managed to steal such a large sum without our fine accountant over there noticing.”

He pointed at Eva, who wanted to sink into the floor in shame. Dr. Martin looked at her with the smallest flash of hope in his expression. She felt her shame grow with every second that he thought he might escape Alexei’s judgment. Eva was as powerless as he was in this room.

“Please,” Dr. Martin whined, “Mrs. Moore, please. Please help me. Tell him I didn’t take it.”

Alexei patted Dr. Martin’s face, “We know how you took the petty cash. I showed you how we figured it out.”

How Eva figured it out.

“But, I didn’t take that much,” Dr. Martin asserted, sweat pouring down his cheek, “I didn’t take that much money. I wouldn’t do that. I just needed a couple thousand for Erica’s treatment.”

“You could have gotten a loan for your daughter’s treatment, doctor,” Alexei drawled, “And, that doesn’t account for half a million dollars.”

God, could she be any more of an asshole? Dr. Martin took it for his kid. She’d accused a man who was only trying to cure his child. Bile rose up in the back of her throat along with a healthy dose of self-loathing.

‘I never took that money,” Dr. Martin said with a shake of his head, “I didn’t take it.” Then, to Eva, “Please tell him I didn’t take it.”

He sounded so sincere. Looked it, too. Eva believed him so much that she looked to Alexei, her mouth opening to defend the doctor.

“Maybe we have the wrong guy.”

It was weak defense, but all Eva could give, at present. She was standing in a murder room with a man who was smiling as he interrogated his victim. One wrong misstep and it would be her sitting in that chair. It didn’t seem to matter. Alexei wasn’t listening to her.

“You took it,” Alexei accused, “It took you ages...years, even. You did it so slowly that we never noticed.” He leaned down and grabbed the hammer from the tool box. Holding it over one of Dr. Martin’s hands, he demanded, “Tell us how you did it.”

“I didn’t,” Dr. Martin was openly crying now.

Unconvinced, Alexei raised the hammer and brought it down. Eva closed her eyes against the sight, but she heard every crack of bone along with a startled yell of pain. Her eyes remained closed for another strike that had her swallowing down vomit.

When she opened them again, Eva knew that she would never forget the sight of Dr. Martin with two broken hands that were twitching uncontrollably. Alexei put the hammer down and brought out a small coffee can. It was the same brand she used to brew her morning cup. He opened it and poured out a few nails into his palm.

“Tell me how you did it and I won’t drive these into your kneecaps.”

Dr. Martin cried harder, snot and drool falling from his nose and lips. Eva crossed her arms protectively around her body, knew her face was a mask of misery. She couldn’t help it. There was no hiding how much she didn’t want to be standing in that little room anymore.

“I didn’t. I didn’t do it.”

In went the first nail.

She couldn’t breathe.

“I swear it wasn’t me. Someone else—someone else.”

In went the second nail.

Eva covered her mouth to physically keep herself from throwing up. She’d never been a part of such cruelty, never seen so much blood. It seemed like the backs of her eyelids were painted with red.

“Who would have your access?” Alexei asked, “Who else could have stolen that much money from right under our noses?”

Ice washed down her spine. It froze her in place. It shattered into tiny shards that cut more deeply than any knife. Eva stared at the nails sticking out of Dr. Martin’s thighs and realized that she was the reason he was sitting there.

Not because she’d figured out how he stole a couple thousand dollars.

Because she was the reason he was being accused of stealing half a million.

It was her money that was missing.

Josh had finally noticed.

And, someone else was taking the blame for her theft.

Eva backed away until she met the banister of the staircase, her mouth open in shock. Neither of the two men were paying her any attention. That was just as well, because Eva was having a full on panic attack that she was keeping leashed by the skin of her teeth.

Alexei was yelling. Dr. Martin was screaming. Eva was hyperventilating.

Stop. Get control. Fix this.

Eva inhaled a shaking breath. This was her fault, and while she couldn’t save Dr. Martin, she could end his torture. It was the only way she could ask for forgiveness from the doctor, a man who stood falsely accused. T

This was her fault.

Alexei, winded, dropped the hammer and walked a few paces away. He crossed his arms and stared at Dr. Martin, “He’s going to pass out for a few minutes. When he wakes up, we will try again.”

The Russian was right. Dr. Martin did pass out. His head dropped to his chest, blood dripping noisily in the suddenly quiet room. Alexei scoffed and reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He patted his pockets for a lighter, then cursed.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him ascend the stairs and, seeing her opportunity, rushed over to the locker that contained Josh’s preferred tools. Searching quickly, Eva grabbed a small bottle of Fentanyl and a stainless steel scoop. Carrying both back to Dr. Martin, she patted his cheek to wake him.

“I need you to eat this,” she whispered urgently, “It will stop the pain.”

Dr. Martin looked at her groggily, his words slurred, “Was’it?”

She opened the bottle and scooped out a small amount, “Fentanyl.”

His eyes widened at the large scoop and he shook his head. Even in his disoriented state, he knew that it was a lethal dose.

Eva caught his chin and made him look at her, “Alexei is going to do much worse to you in a few minutes. Please. End this your way, not his.”

Dr. Martin paused another moment more. Bloodshot eyes were wide and full of fear. His mouth formed around a denial even as Eva brought the scoop to his lips. The sound of the door opening above spurred him into action. He took the powder from the scoop, swallowing it dry.

Eva stepped away quickly and shoved the scoop under the stairs. She capped the tiny bottle and pushed it into her bra as she resumed her position by the stairs. When she looked at him again, Dr. Martin was staring at her in gratitude, which made her that much more ashamed of herself. He nodded once, then dropped his head to make it look like he was still passed out.

Alexei stomped heavily down the stairs, the burn of a cigarette flaring as he inhaled, “He awake?”

“I don’t think so,” Eva replied, thankful that her voice didn’t shake.

Staring across the room, Alexei flicked ash, “Are you afraid?”

She blinked at him.

Alexei lifted his brows at her as he took a long drag.

Licking dry lips, Eva nodded, “Yes.”

He nodded, “Good. This is not a woman’s work, yes?”

“I suppose not.”

Dr. Martin choked, air wheezing in and out of him. Alexei dropped the cig to the floor and pressed it deep with the toe of his boot. He moved to lean over Dr. Martin, lifting the older man’s head so that he can look at him. Dr. Martin’s eyes roll around and Eva knows it won’t be long—

The seizure starts abruptly. Alexei tried to clear his airway as he chokes and splutters. Hollow breaths follow. And then, too late for any kind of intervention besides the divine, Dr. Martin looses a loud sigh.

He’s dead.

Eva knows it.

She wishes she didn’t feel so happy about it.

Alexei spends maybe another ten minutes trying to bring the doctor back. He’s unsuccessful, which angers the Russian so much that he kicks his toolbox across the room. Eva scrambled back from him, afraid that he’ll turn that anger on her.

She was to blame, after all. For everything.

He catches her fear and scrubs his hand across his face, “I’m sorry, Birdie.” Then, “You better go upstairs. You shouldn’t have to see this.”

Eva contained her eagerness enough to walk calmly up to the surface. It wasn’t until she reached Alexei’s car that she realized that she was holding her breath. Next to the bumper, she drew a long, ragged breath. Bending over, her mouth opened in a silent scream, tears leaking from her eyes.

She was terrible.

She was worthless.

She was scum.

Dr. Martin wasn’t innocent, but he certainly hadn’t done what he’d been accused of. And, she’d let him take the torture meant for her. The fact that she’d ended it early was no balm to the shame she felt. Dropping to sit on the concrete, Eva wiped her eyes and worked hard to calm herself down. Alexei couldn’t see this. No one could see this.

Lifting her eyes, Eva watched the stars begin to peek through the dark blanket of a sunless sky. Was this her life? Helping Josh turn regular people in to addicts? Stealing from her husband and blaming it on someone else?

Murder?

Alexei took long enough with whatever he was doing that Eva was able to get herself up off the ground. She leaned against the front of the car, staring into the middle distance.

When he stepped out of the warehouse, locking up behind him, he looked as if nothing at all had happened. He was even whistling. Eva wanted to hate him, but couldn’t find the energy.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

The trip back to the house was silent. In the driveway, Alexei put the car in park and looked at her.

“You did well.”

Eva couldn’t bring herself to respond, not even to nod in acknowledgment.

Alexei put his hand on her arm, “It will get better. Soon, you’ll forget this ever happened.”

She would never forget. She would never allow herself to forget.

“Go inside. Get some rest.”

Eva climbed out of the car and entered the house silently. The lights were off. Either Josh was already asleep or he’d gone out. Eva didn’t care. She trudged up the stairs and into her bedroom, dropping onto her bed. She lay like that until her back protested the position. Then, she stripped off her clothes and started the shower.

Under the spray, Eva cried hard, ugly tears. She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore.

And then she turned off the shower and dried off. The bottle of Fentanyl was stowed away underneath the bathroom cabinet. She would find a better hiding spot for it later.

In bed, Eva remembered what Dr. Martin’s face looked like as he pleaded with her for mercy. She burned it into her memory so that she would never forget it.

Eva grit her teeth against her anger and her despair so that she could make a decision.

She wasn’t going to do this anymore.

She was going to get out of this stupid, fucked up situation if it killed her.  

[ohsimon]

when — 22 may. where — mall, stairwell. who — @sommersanso​

The place crawls with faces familiar and unfamiliar alike, the food hall a place of congregation that Simon finds agitating on most days. The loudness, the chewing and crudeness with which some take to their portions, eating like animals when this situation does not call for animalistic behaviour. No, best to save such instincts for trespassers and infected, Simon thinks. Still, he sits there day in and out, ears sharp and table shared with fellow soldiers. Today, he doesn’t contribute to their conversation – something about the gear they managed to strap off a couple of travelers – but in stead stares at one of the less-familiar faces.

Defected from the notorious militia. Pissed Orquídeas off enough to get a shiner for it. Built like something that could snap half of this base in half. Called Anso. Simon finds intrigue, maybe. Concern, too. The idea that all it takes to vet someone is interrogation ( with the likes of Nikolai ) does not sit well with him. Does not sit well with Alexei either, he’s sure. Another mouth to feed has to be worth it, doesn’t it?

He abandons his ration, shoving them to his neighbour when he sees the other get up. His stainless steel bottle comes with, though, as he slinks after him. He is intrigued, let’s call it that — intrigued, by the way the other carries himself, by the aggression he supposedly showed when faced with Orquídeas. He’s concerned, though not on his own behalf. He moves, ignores greetings, and follows the other out of the court, into the stairwell. 

It’s of little concern to him, whether the door is quiet as it falls close. Feet thunder down the stairs, onto the landing below, and this is where he meets the other. “You’ve been kicking up a storm, newbie.” Simon’s hand reaches out, finger flicking against the other’s jaw where the skin is red from impact. He wears it well. Simon knows it well, the lasting impact of knuckles on facial bone. “Whatever is your deal?”

[nelefinn]

     𝙶𝙰𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻 ( @gabe-reyes​. ) 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝟿𝚃𝙷, 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻, 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃.

     There’d been so much happening: Ray’s death, the storm, newcomers, an outbreak. It’s too much chaos and while there’s been “justice” for crimes — barely — it makes it seem as though Alexei and his enforcers aren’t doing their jobs. And since her survival is linked to Idaho Falls, it makes her veins buzz with impatience, her lips downturned in a slight scowl as she stalks the hall toward the food court. She eats her meals with the others in her rank, at the hotel dining room, but she’s looking for someone in particular, eyebrows furrowing then releasing when she spots Gabriel on his way to the court. 

     A slow, miniscule smile builds as she picks up her pace, coming up beside Gabriel to snatch him by the shoulder, shoving him against a nearby wall. There’s some chatter from a passing group, and they divert their stares when Nele glances back at them, meeting them with a harsh gaze. Her attention quickly returns to Gabriel, her forearm across his chest, pining him in place, while her free hand unsheathes her hunting knife to hold it up to his throat. “Hey there, buddy,” she greets him in a low, husky voice, “Finding your way around alright?” Nele stares him down with cold, empty eyes that flicker across his features in search of any ticks. 

     “What happened at the mall?” It’s accusatory, her jaw set as adrenaline rushes through her veins and she bites the inside of her lip to keep her from pressing the blade harder against his neck. 

[toasterdrake]

Zvezdnyy

Yelena Belova x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Genre: Fluff

anon requested: "Can you do a yelena one where Yelena is touch starved but readers love language is touch so they work together and one day they snuggle for the first time? thx"

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Humans are wired to be touched. From birth until the day we die, our need for physical contact persists. It drives our emotional connections, our physical health. 

It is one of those beautiful poetic moments that inspire us to keep living through all the hardship.

Yelena, however, had experienced little to no touch since she was a young child. 

Her time with Alexei, Melina and Natasha had been the only memorable time in her life that wasn't cold. As the three years progressed, and she grew, so did their attachment to her. Alexei loved fawning over the little blonde, and even Melina had to admit she was cute.

In early life, touch is crucial for building healthy relationships. Missing out on regular human touch can have serious and long-lasting effects.

Melina, ever the scientist, was well aware of this, and tried her best, but Alexei was more comfortable giving the kids what they wanted. Piggyback rides with Papa were a popular form of transport in the Vostokoff-Shostakov household.

However, Yelena's eventual line of work, away from her parents and her sister, didn't exactly make a habit of hugs or holding hands. This inevitably resulted in touch starvation in the young Widow.

The feeling was deeply rooted in Yelena's psyche. It was a lusting hunger; a primal need from within, clawing up her throat. But her training kept it constantly tamped down, insisting it be ignored in favour of the mission. She was never allowed to understand this burning, lonely desire.

After Oksana and Natasha, it grew from a mild heat to a raging fire. Every brushing of skin ignited something in her fingertips, like hot electricity attracting her to beg for more. 

What that 'more' was, she couldn't figure out. Not until you.

You were a very touchy person. You had loving, attentive parents that encouraged physical displays of affection all your life. Of course, they had their faults, and no parenting technique is perfect, but the frequent gentle touches had raised you to find comfort in contact.

You'd grown up a hugger, in a word, and all your friends were well aware of it. If they thought they could avoid you being attached to their sides, clambering over them, or resting your feet in their laps whenever they were in your vicinity, they thought wrong.

Yelena was the exception.

Not in a hateful way; very much the opposite, actually. In such a way that you paid extra attention to how she acted and reacted. In such a way that you noticed when she flinched or froze up under your touch. In such a way that you withdrew your friendly touches because you weren't blind.

Yelena was also the exception in the way she was more than a friend.

Your relationship was still new, and you were scared to be asking too much from her. You were still adjusting to each other, learning how to be together, learning what you wanted from the other and how to give what they wanted.

And the more you withdrew, the more Yelena began to tentatively want it, you, your touch, back.

Even in her relationship with you, Yelena couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly lonely. Not because you weren't paying her attention, affection: you still showed that in different ways. But you were right there, next to her… and yet you weren't close enough. The blanket you were both wrapped in wasn't enough; you were.

But she didn't know how to ask. So instead, she slipped away from you, leaving you to doze, and took a long, hot bath. 

She curled up alone in bed that night, cold, guilt clawing at her throat and churning in her stomach. Fanny tucked herself into Yelena's side, golden fur tangling in her fingers. Fanny's warmth still wasn't enough. Fanny wasn't you.

She was only able to fall asleep after you had stumbled into bed beside her hours later. You weren't even sharing a room yet. You wanted to be close to her as much as she did you. 

You were simply better versed in expressing that desire.

You wanted to show Yelena your affection for her the way you knew how. And you decided to make that known.

You scooted a little closer every time you sat together, little by little by little, eyes trained on the movie playing. You leaned into her when she helped you cook, stretching over her to grab something, trailing a hand on her waist when you leaned away so that the contact was never broken. You slipped your hand into hers while waiting for a ride to collect you both.

You were careful not to cross any boundaries, though, adjusting accordingly when Yelena subtly distanced herself. 

Slowly, she began to accept your advances.

"[Y/N]? [Y/N]?" 

"Wha- what?" You wake up, trying to blink away the blurriness of your vision to get a clearer view of the figure leaning over you.

Yelena shifts awkwardly, fiddling with the corner of your covers. "I can't sleep." She admits shyly.

Something, you're not sure what in your half-asleep state, but something, clicks in you. You shuffle over to make room, opening your arms to her, and she readily crawls under the sheets.

You lay on your back, looking at her across the bed for a long few moments. There's that closeness again; that not-quite-close-enough closeness; that simmering, bubbling heat.

You clear your throat, wincing at how abrupt it is in the dark and quiet room, at how sharply it makes Yelena snap her gaze to you. You open your arms again, silent invitation in your eyes.

Yelena shifts forward, tentatively curling into your side. Soft, pyjama-clad skin glides over yours like velvet, until the warmth of her settles pressed into you.

Slow and steady, you wrap an arm around her waist, firm enough to remind her that you are there. Your fingers splay over her stomach, drawing abstract patterns. 

She rests her head on your chest. Your heartbeat is calm and strong. She matches her breathing to it, looking through the darkness out the window at the blanket of stars.

"Do any of them catch your fancy?" You ask. She can feel your gaze following hers, your fingertips floating lazily.

She points at a small star just coming into view from behind a drifting cloud. It's light is weaker than the others, twinkling faintly among the diamond glitters.

"I bet it wants to learn how to shine brighter," You begin softly. Yelena snorts, but doesn't stop you.

"It's packing up its possessions; a picture of its beloved sister, its famous iced coffee technique;" Yelena buries a giggle in the crook of your neck, then peeks back out at her star. "And it's setting out to visit it's aunt, who lives on the other side of the galaxy. She's one of the brightest... Nebulaway stars, so she'll surely be able to teach it how to shine.

Along the path, it meets another star. They shine even brighter than it's aunt, so it asks them to teach it. They say, 'shining isn't something you can learn... Shining comes to you naturally when the time is right. That time is different for everyone'. The dull little star doesn't feel this is helpful at all, so it carries on and leaves them behind. Further up the road, it meets another star."

Your story is interrupted by a jaw-cracking yawn, tears springing to your eyes. You blink them away and continue. "This star asks if it has any spare iced coffee, since he ran out. The dull little star -- y'know what, let's call him Jeffrey," Yelena's laugh evolves into her own yawn. "Jeffrey gives him the last of it's coffee.

He says 'this is the best iced coffee I've ever had. What's the difference? Is it your brand? Do you use... Milky too?' Jeffrey shows him, and it turns out the ingredients are the same." Yelena half-heartedly provides a shocked gasp. "Jeffrey teaches him its technique. He carries on the path much happier with his new flask of iced coffee.

Jeffrey carries on, and now notices the dark path it had been following to reach Nebulaway is now illuminated. It looks around, but doesn't see any other stars. It is the only star here on the path, and the light radiates around it."

You pause again, this time for thought. You look down, and notice Yelena's eyes are closed. She breathes steadily, deeply, an arm around your waist and head settled on your shoulder. Her warm, sweet breath fans over your collarbone.

You smile, pressing a kiss to her head as your own heavy eyelids fall gratefully shut.

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Taglist: @starryparchments @themagnificentmx @bisexual-chupacabra

love,

- Lynx

[inkblot-inc]

Sisters

Summary: [JAWS AU] Simply a little addendum I have around Jaws meeting Yelena (timeline wise, also known as the Black Widow Alternate). The brain's whirring right now aight- (first arc)

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader, Mutant!TigerShark!Reader x Yelena Belova (platonic)

[JAWS AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): none that I can think of, maybe a language warning? Yeah we'll put that just in case

Note(s): There isn't any real dialogue here since this is more of my stream of consciousness to fill in some timeline details. Not really proofread cuz I'm really just talkin through text to speech and skimming for spelling errors💀. Hopefully it makes sense/is coherent at least, but since I was thinkin about this stuff, I’ll just add it to my list of dissertations o7

Word Count: more than 700, I know that much

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Alright lets' go Black Widow Alternate!

(That really just means I'm talkin about how the events of Black Widow go down in the JAWS AU....at least the pertinent details. i.e What happens when we deviate from canon blah blah blah)

Because Civil War doesn't happen in the JAWS AU, The Avengers are still together as a team and are able to take down the Red Room in the original way Yelena intended (“I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room” but that actually happens here). This still serves as Natasha and Yelena's reunion as they get in contact with each other via the pictures Yelena sent.

Because Natasha isn't on the run (again, no CW = no accords...atm, and no Ross), she's not really stressed in that way. Natasha more so has to grapple with her own guilt at leaving her sister behind to go through life in the Red Room without her to look after her and even not trying hard enough to look for Yelena after getting out.

Natasha tried not to look back after Budapest, remember now.

Natasha tries to deflect and justify this in her own mind by trying to detach herself and saying that she and Yelena were never really sisters, just like how they were never really a part of a family with Melina and Alexei.

It was just a mission.

Natasha continues trying to push the narrative that her years in Ohio are in her past and that she couldn't wait to put them behind her to forget them when she got out. Natasha doesn't actually believe any of this. Those years spent with Yelena, Melina, and Alexei were very real to Natasha and she looks back on those times with fondness and regret they couldn't have lasted longer. However, Natasha is of the school of thought that if you say something enough times, maybe you'll start to believe it. Maybe.

Yelena immediately calls bullshit on Natasha's "I'm allergic to you" attitude, but it doesn't make Natasha's attempts hurt any less. To be so close again but treated like something other. Natasha's continued trying to push her out of her life is what gets to Yelena, that paired with seeing the people in Natasha's "present" makes Yelena self-conscious in ways that make her uncomfortable and that she usually deflects with humor and sarcasm.

It's Jaws that continues to reach out to Yelena. Not in the traditional sense, but they've taken to including Yelena and going out of their comfort zone to get to know Yelena during the red room mission (very similar scene to the Yelena and Nat beer scene talking about their lives). Yelena was protective and just a bit teasing when she found out that Jaws was Natasha's partner for sure. The ice breaker between Jaws and Yelena boiled down to Yelena doing a trick shot off of Jaws' teeth into a vodka bottle....with a bullet.

Whether or not Yelena thought she would kill Jaws by shooting them in the mouth is up for discussion...

Part of Jaws' interest in Yelena is because she is in some way part of Natasha's life, and even they can tell that Yelena is important to her without a doubt. The other part of Jaws cultivates this relationship with Yelena because she passes the vibe check, and not once has she referred to Jaws as a freak or a monster, which is what usually happens when people meet Jaws for the first time. Yelena couldn't care less about it. Wildly intrigued for both the right and the wrong reasons, but still-

Natasha seeing her "past" and "present" coexisting together pushes her to face her own feelings of guilt and even inadequacy head on (thinking of the " It was real to me too" scene) to repair and rebuild her bond with her little sister. Natasha also apologizes for not looking for her after she escaped the Red Room and trying to reduce her time with Yelena to a bad memory she kept trying to forget.

Yelena's focus afterward is freeing the remaining widows, of which she knows she can ask for her sisters and the avengers help. She is undecided whether or not she wants to officially become an avenger, but it is not off the table. Yelena and Jaws have become close over the course of the red room mission and even after, which makes Natasha very happy.

[marvelayya]

Christmas at the Romanovs' Part 1 (M)

Pairing: Shield Agent!Yelena x Female Reader

Not Requested: This just popped into my head while I was at work, and I really love it.

Genre: AU, slight smut, slight angst, fluff, humor, meeting the parents.

Length: 4.5k Words

Summary: It's that time in your and Yelena's relationship to meet the parents. The only thing is Yelena's family is a bunch of spies... And so is she.

Warnings: Clitoral stimulation, pet names. Yelena and Natasha are Alexei and Melina's biological children, The Romanovs are one big happy family.

1. Honestly, I thought Natasha or Sam would be my first post on this blog, but this is fitting. Please leave a comment and lemme know what ya think!

2. Zolotse (Золотце) - darling, Solnishko (солнышко) - sunshine

You drop your keys on the table once you enter your apartment, looking back as Yelena closes the door behind her.

“So?” You acknowledge as you plop yourself down onto the couch. She automatically follows suit, pulling your legs over hers and looking at you expectantly. “So?” She repeats.

“What did you think?” You ask with a raised scrutinizing brow.

“About your parents?” She clarifies and you nod slowly. “They were lovely, of course!” She expresses jovially. “Could you not tell I was enjoying myself?” Yelena assures you while stroking your jean clad legs.

“Yes, but you’re an excellent liar and I couldn’t tell if it was for my benefit or not.” You admit with a sheepish smile. Yelena frowns and moves closer to you on the couch, you were practically in her lap.

“Zolotse, I’m only good unless I’m lying to you and you always see through it, I have no reason to lie. I thought they were great!” She suddenly starts laughing uncontrollably causing you to crack a smile instantly. “And the joke your dad told about the flopping fish really made me laugh. I will have to steal that one.”

You watch fondly as your girlfriend throws her head back and genuinely laughs at your dad’s treasured, yet tired fish joke. Only Yelena would actually get a kick out of it and you loved her more for it. You feel the strong urge to take her face in your hands and kiss her senseless. So you do.

She’s slightly taken off guard as she’s lost in thunderous laughter, whimpering when your lips meet hers. She quickly catches on and deepens the kiss, swiftly taking control. Yelena nudges you until you’re on your back, your head on the arm rest and your legs around her waist. She breaks the kiss to travel along your jaw and leave searing kisses on your neck.

Miraculously, you were able to gain enough composure to find your voice again. “I’m glad it went well. I want to give you something.” You parted from each other breathlessly and you fished for something in your pocket. You then present a single key to her.

She stares at it for a moment. Her eyebrows go up and then down and then up again at a loss for words. “Is this what I think it is?” Yelena asks in a whisper, reaching for the key.

“Yeah. And it’s yours if you want it. I figured a lot of your stuff is here anyway and you’re here when you’re not away at work and more than you are at your place and I love that. I love you.” You give her a hopeful smile and await her response. Yelena sighs buoyantly and lunges at you with a hug and a fervent kiss before she pulls away abruptly.

“Wait, were you not going to give me this if I said I didn’t like your parents?” She asks speedily with concern. “No, baby!” You assure her, taking her hands in yours. I was always gonna give it to you, now just felt like the perfect time.”

Yelena nods with a warm smile. “It was.” She emphasized with a kiss to the back of both your hands. “And I will gladly keep it, thank you.”

“Of course. Now let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” Yelena laughs and agrees, keeping your hands linked as she leads you to the bedroom.

Yelena took on this new responsibility, this new privilege, with pride. You never discussed fully moving in together, but it was an unspoken understanding between the two of you that while it was welcomed, it was not required.

She loved that you didn’t bother to set any ground rules or change anything about your situation. And yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was set in motion.

She appreciated that you didn’t immediately bring up meeting her parents as well, but now the expectation was there and she felt like she had a specific time frame to deliver.

Your lack of mentioning it almost made her feel guilty because she wanted to take that next step with you, it’s just that…her family is crazy. Well, that and she wasn’t quite ready to admit that she had been lying to you about her job the whole time.

Yelena has told you stories about her family and showed you pictures so you know they exist, but she barely ever interacts with them in front of you. It is something you’ve noticed, but never commented on because you simply wanted to give your girlfriend her space.

When her sister calls and she has to leave the room or when her father calls and she starts speaking in hushed Russian you don’t question it because you trust her. And it’s things like that, that make Yelena think she doesn’t deserve you.

The holiday season completely snuck up on the two of you. You were constantly wrapped up in your work as an editor for a popular magazine and Yelena was busy with missions for SHIELD, posing as a consultant for a leading firm and trying to prepare for you to meet her family.

You were both sprawled out on the couch, cuddled close together and trying to find something to watch for the night when you noticed a large selection of holiday films in the recommended section.

“Oh my God, can you believe I forgot it was almost Christmas?” You laugh and shake your head aimlessly.

“Yes, actually. I did the exact same thing.” Yelena smiles, thankful that she is not the only one.

“We should go on a vacation.” You offer, suddenly. “I know you travel a lot for work, but we’ve never gone on a real trip together. How’s that sound? It might be nice. I’m sure you could find us a nice place to stay, somewhere far from the city.” You ramble, slowly getting more passionate about the idea.

This sparks an idea in Yelena that she doesn’t want to voice, but knows she must. “My family lives in the mountains, maybe we could drive up and visit them for a couple of days before Christmas. It would be a great opportunity for you to meet them…If you want.” She recited just like she practiced for the past week in the mirror, robotic smile and all.

“Oh! That would be amazing, babe. I would love to!” You exclaimed. “Great.” Yelena nodded, showing not nearly as much excitement as she thought she was.

Christmas week came faster than Yelena would have liked. Her leg wouldn’t stop bobbing in the car on the way to her parents’ home.

You however were ecstatic. Yes, you happily let Yelena have her privacy, but you were stoked to finally meet these people she seemed to be hiding away. “Babe? Everything okay?” You reached over to gently grip her thigh that wouldn’t stop bouncing up and down in the passenger seat.

“What?” She finally broke her blank stare at a smudge on the windshield. “Oh, yes, I am fine, just excited to see my family.” You frown, not fully believing her reasoning for the anxious behavior.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, I’m sure everything will be fine from what you’ve told me. And if they don’t like me… I don’t know, maybe they will eventually?” You offer calmly with a shrug of your shoulders.

Yelena chuckles, some of the tension in her shoulders releasing. “Oh, I’m sure they will love you, I’m not worried about that. They are just…They can be a lot.” She sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut just thinking about it.

“Well then, look at that, I’ve been warned, now I know what to expect. Everything will be fine.” You nod, equipping your most tranquil voice. Your girlfriend takes the hand you placed on her thigh, pressing the back of it to her lips. “You are right. Thank you.”

You arrive at the beautiful cabin belonging to Yelena’s parents that afternoon and approach hand in hand. Yelena’s father suddenly bursts through the front door before you can reach the porch.

“Yelena, Solnishko!” He bellows, rushing towards the two of you, taking his daughter into a crushing hug. She seems used to it. “Hi dad.” She murmured, allowing herself to melt into the embrace and let her guard down fully. He finally releases her and moves onto you.

“And Y/N! Come here, it is so nice to meet you.” His heavy Russian accent was deep and comforting in your ears as he drew you into him like only a father could. You thought you were being constricted by the most affectionate boa.

“Okay, you are killing her.” Yelena spoke, coming to your rescue.

“I am sorry, Y/N, you are alright, yes? I forgot the girls are used to it, but you need to catch up, huh?” He laughed heartily before guiding you inside. “I’m okay. It’s really nice to meet you too, Mr. Romanov.”

“Oh, what is that?” He squinted playfully. “My accountant calls me that, please call me Alexei. Now, come meet the family.”

In the large kitchen you find one blonde woman and one brunette woman preparing dinner. Both are incredibly beautiful and slim. You can see where Yelena gets her good looks.

“Ah, finally.” The brunette places the metal bowl in her hands on the counter and saunters over to you with the grace of a ballerina. “I never thought I’d see the day where Yelena stopped hiding you from us.”

“I could say the same about you all.” You flash your girlfriend an impish smirk.

“Okay, okay, I get it, it’s long overdue, moving on.” Yelena acknowledges. Everyone laughs and continues with the introductions. “Melina. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” Melina smiles, extending her hand.

“Likewise.” You say genuinely, shaking it. You note she is nowhere near as touchy as her husband.

It is then that the blonde steps forward. “I honestly didn’t think you existed, but I’m glad you do, welcome.” She smiles, bringing you into a slight hug. A happy medium between her mother and father. Her voice and overall aura is sultry and elegant without even trying.

Yelena could be heard sucking her teeth from behind you. “Shut up.” She grumbles. “Y/N, this is my annoying older sister Natasha. She doesn’t know when to stop getting on my nerves.”

Natasha only smirks as if the comment didn’t bother her in the slightest and hugs her sister. They exchange a few pleasantries in the form of whispers before Natasha goes back to cooking.

“How about you girls get settled and report back for kitchen duty. Christmas dinners are all hands on deck around here.” Alexei says. “Sounds good.” You nod, allowing Yelena to grab your hand and lead you down the hall.

Once you enter her room, you take everything in, studying your surroundings. It looks just like you expect it to. Nirvana posters on the walls, tons of books and sports trophies on the shelves and a few family photos scattered on the flat surfaces.

You turn to Yelena just in time to see her position one of the photos so that the picture is facing down on her nightstand. You silently question it with a furrowed brow, but say nothing.

You busy yourself with inspecting one of her books instead. “So this is where you grew up after you moved from Russia.”

“Yes and no. I consider it home, but we were always traveling… for my parents work." She quickly adds. "Natasha and I grew up everywhere.” Her voice lilting up as she thought fondly back on their adventures together.

“Oh, yeah that’s right. I don’t know why, but it’s hard to believe your parents are business people.” You laugh and Yelena reluctantly joins in. “Maybe your mom, but definitely not your dad.”

“He made it work.” She shrugged haphazardly. “I’m sure he did.” You acquiesce, reaching out to inspect one trophy in particular that caught your attention when Yelena approaches from behind.

She walks up to you, spinning you around and taking both your hands in hers. “I don’t want to talk about my parents. Not when I have you all alone in my childhood bedroom.” She whispers cheekily, taking your chin in between her fingers.

You smirk down at her wickedly. “Are you really trying to seduce me in your parents house as soon as we get here? While they're down the hall?” You question humorously, taking a step closer and wrapping your arms around her waist.

“That depends. Is it working?” She whispers before delivering a languid yet ardent kiss to your lips causing you to melt into her solid build. Her hands frame your face tenderly, deepening the kiss so that you both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Yeah, I think it is.” Your voice is cracking before anything has really happened. That’s the kind of effect she has on you and you loved every second of it. She leads you to the foot of the bed and pushes you slightly so that you land on your back.

Yelena pounces on you before you have time to fully grasp what’s happening. Her lips and hands are everywhere, gripping and kissing as much of you as she can. You are completely breathless and moaning by the time she unbuttons your pants, assaulting your neck with love bites.

She didn’t bother to undress you, which made it that much hotter. She just got straight to business dipping below your underwear and rubbing at your already wet clit. She attaches her lips to yours again when you let out a particularly loud whimper, swallowing it down and claiming it as her own. You begin to grind your hips into her skilled hand the closer you get to that sweet release.

“Fuck, Yelena,” You moan, feeling your climax approaching. “That’s right, Zolotse, give it all to me.” She purrs against your lips when suddenly you hear a loud knock on the door and an equally loud, burly voice.

“Girls, you are missing dinner, what is–oh!” The two of you jump apart and you cover yourself instinctively even though you are fully clothed.

You look up to see Alexei standing in the doorway of Yelena’s room, looking flusteredly up at the ceiling with his hands on his hips. “Forgive me, girls. I did not realize that…um, you were…you are adults of course, there’s no need to be, uh, ashamed, huh,” He inhaled deeply and continued to blink rapidly up at the ceiling.

“I mean you could have closed the door, of course, maybe put a sock on it perhaps, I don’t know, just an idea for next time. I want you to have fun on your visit, of course, please have all the sex you want, I know your mother and I–”

“Dad!” Yelena shouts, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “Thank you for the blessing, but you may go now.” Alexei nods quickly, his gaze never leaving the wooden beams above him. “Yes, I think that is best. Please continue, dinner will be ready soon.” He exits in a blur, closing the door behind him and you immediately fall into a fit of laughter.

“Did we really forget to close the door?” You giggle uncontrollably.

“Well, we usually don’t have to at our place, it is not something we need to think about.” Yelena joins in, releasing a chuckle of her own as she plays in your hair gingerly. You go silent at her words, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“You said our place.” You utter in pleasant disbelief. Yelena looks up, taking a moment to think back on the last fifteen seconds. “Yeah, I guess I did.” She grins proudly and bites her lip.

“I think I like the sound of that.” You reach up to cup her face, bringing her closer to you. “I think I do, too.” She whispers, kissing you with unbridled passion, which only turns you on further.

You part from her and grab her hand. “Well, you heard the man.” You breathe, taking Yelena’s fingers and inserting two into your mouth to the back of your throat once before pulling them out. “Continue.”

Yelena’s eyes darken, accompanied by a desperate sigh. You can’t help, but shiver when you watch her tongue dart out to wet her plump lips and keen when she bites it slowly.

“With pleasure.” She responds, making sure to remove your clothes this time for easy access.

Eventually you and Yelena made it to the dining room after you were both satisfied, you had indeed worked up an appetite. You found Natasha setting the table, Melina setting out various dishes in the center and Alexei cleaning up the kitchen.

“Oh, girls. Nice of you to join us.” Melina jested with a knowing smile. You immediately feel guilty and the embarrassment comes flooding back. Alexei mentioned cooking as a family was a Christmas tradition and you completely disregarded it to boink with your girlfriend just down the hall.

“We’re sorry Mrs. Romanov, I didn’t mean to disrespect your tradition. It was all my fault, I kept distracting Yelena.” You take the blame and ignore Yelena’s hilariously narrowed eyes.

"Sweetie, calm down, you didn't disrespect anything. Just don't let it happen tomorrow." She warns with a playful pointed look. "And I highly doubt you were the one doing the distracting." Melina sends a look to her daughter saying she knows exactly who the perpetrator was.

Natasha and Alexei have a laugh at her expense. Well, Natasha chuckled, Alexei guffawed loudly and clapped his hands once.

Yelena simply feigns innocence, training her narrowed eyes on her mother now and dropping her jaw dramatically.

Melina laughs slightly and smiles at you. "Also please call me Melina, you are a grown woman."

"Right, sorry." You withdraw, looking down at the floor. Yelena instinctively grabs your hand, caressing it with her thumb and you look at her with thanks in your eyes.

"Oh, stop apologizing dear and have a seat." Melina all-but orders, pulling your chair out herself. You do as told, Yelena follows to sit next to you. Natasha sits at the head and her parents sit across from you and Yelena.

You all begin to dig into the home cooked meal and you nearly moan at how delicious it tastes. "Mrs–Melina, this is amazing!" You mumble excitedly due to the full mouth.

"Aw, stop. You are just saying that." Melina flags you off lazily with a clearly flattered smile on her face.

"I mean it! I might just have to ditch my family every Christmas and come here so I can eat your cooking."

Yelena smirks around a full mouth herself, happy that her mother and girlfriend are getting along.

"Well, you are always welcome here, dear."

"Yes, of course!" Alexei agrees.

You all continue to pig out and discuss authentic Russian cuisine vs. American Russian. About which, you finally get to have an at length discussion with Natasha. She is not a woman of many words, you've noticed, but the two of you get on well enough.

When the conversation dips, you decide to bring up something you were genuinely curious about.

"So, Yelena tells me you guys work in sales, what's that like?" You direct your question at Alexei and Melina. It surprises you when they just start laughing, looking at each other as if it were an inside joke.

"Oh, no. We haven't done that in a while." Melina answers. Your brows furrow in confusion, oblivious to the death glare Yelena was giving her parents right next to you. Her eyes wide, her jaw clenched and her lips pursed, silently telling them to fix it.

Ever the aloof sister, Natasha's facial expression barely moves at all. It takes resolve not to crack a smile at her parents slip up and her sister's face, but she is dying to see this play out.

"Oh? What do guys do then?" You recover.

One look at Yelena and the couple scrambles for a suitable way out. You follow their gaze to your girlfriend’s face and suddenly she is smiling at you.

They don't mean to, but the couple speaks in unison while saying two completely different things.

"Finance." Says Alexei.

"We're retired." Says Melina.

Yelena's eyes go even wider and Natasha's eyebrow finally cocks upward, as does yours.

Melina thinks on her feet, hoping Alexei does not open his mouth again. "We retired from finance." She offers and Alexei immediately co-signs this. "Yes, yes." He whispers.

There is a silence that has the Romanov family on the edge of their seats. Did you buy that? Or was Yelena going to have to come clean a little earlier than expected?

A few moments later you nod and continue eating. "Okay." You concede, figuring that retirement was just a sore subject for them. You've heard that it can affect everyone differently.

The Romanovs exhale breaths they didn't know they were holding and Yelena attempts to steer the conversation as far away from careers as possible.

"So how are the chickens? Still slow to lay eggs?" She questions, shoving a fork full of potatoes into her mouth.

"Unfortunately, yes, they are getting old. Soon I will have to butcher them. Maybe I will make kotletki." She suggests excitedly.

And suddenly the piroshki on your plate doesn't look as appetizing as before.

"Oh, can I help?" Squeals Yelena.

"Butcher or cook?"

"Well, both. We could do it tomorrow so it's ready for Christmas dinner." The youngest Romanov offers.

Melina nods. "That is not a bad idea."

"So, it's decided." Yelena turns to you, lacing her fingers with yours quickly. "Y/N? Do you want to join?"

Your eyes widen and your brows jump up. The invitation was unexpected and you like feeling included, but you can't say that you have ever felt the urge to butcher an animal.

You mean to politely decline, but the only thing that comes out is: "Me? Oh, um, I mean, why not?" Even subconsciously, you don't want Yelena's family to dislike you for any reason or to upset anyone.

"Great! This is going to be so much fun!" You smile as Yelena beams and kisses you on the cheek.

After everyone has finished eating you and your girlfriend are immediately sentenced to clean up duty since you didn't help out before. You apologize again for your behavior and Yelena's family promises they are only teasing you.

"You do have to clean up though, that part is not a joke." Alexei spoke sincerely.

Everyone else clears out while you clear the table and Yelena gets started on the dishes.

"So?" She utters quietly, her eyes focused on the dutch oven she is scrubbing. She gives it to you to dry, finally looking you in the eye.

"What do you think?" She quotes your words from four months ago when she met your parents.

"I think everyone is lovely." You say honestly.

"Oh, come on. Tell the truth." She nods upwards, forcing you to speak your mind.

"I mean it! I really like them. Alexei is… a character," You both laugh at your choice of words. "But he's very funny and kind so he's golden in my book. Your mother," You think to yourself for a moment.

"She is very nice and one hell of a cook. Sometimes I feel like I can't get a read on her, though. Same for Natasha, now that I think about it." You look over your girlfriend of a year beside you and continue to voice your observations.

"It must run in the family. I felt the same about you when we met." You confess. Yelena's head jerks back in bewilderment.

"Really? You found me hard to read?"

You laugh softly at her confused face. "Yeah, I remember I couldn't tell if you liked me or not and so I took the plunge and asked you out. I'm glad I did." You bump her hip with yours lightheartedly.

"Me too." She nods slowly, bumping back. "That is funny to me."

"Why?"

"Because most times I feel like you are the only person who can read me." Yelena mutters down to the sink and suddenly you can't help yourself.

You throw the towel over your shoulder and bring her face to yours for a heated kiss. She promptly drops the dish she was holding back into the sink and fully faces you, putting her all into the kiss. A chill goes through you when you feel wetness seep into your shirt.

You break the kiss to see that it's only Yelena's hands pressing into your waist. "Babe," You whine.

She chuckles at your reaction. "I am sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, right. No you're not, you got me all wet." You inspect the handprints on your sheer blouse.

"Well, I won't apologize for that." She smirks proudly with a wink.

Your jaw drops slightly until you break into a smile. "You are so bad." You dip your fingers into the water and fling the droplets at her.

She flinches before doing the same to you. "Hey! You like me this way."

You duck and retaliate with a "True," flinging another fist full of water her way. Soon the two of you are damp from the knee up and laughing wildly. You allow Yelena to suddenly pull you to her body and into a kiss that leaves your toes and fingertips tingling.

You squeal as she lifts you onto the counter with no problem, her strength always a huge turn on for you. With her body wedged between your legs and your hands on her ass, she caresses your hips, waist and breasts. You groan as she continues to take your breath away with her skillful tongue in your mouth.

"God, you two ars like rabbits." An even voice from the kitchen entrance can be heard, causing the two of you to break apart. You clear your throat and immediately hop down from the counter.

You look up to see that it's Natasha, standing with har arms crossed and a teasing smirk on her lips. "If you weren't trying to fuck where we eat I would say it's kinda cute."

Yelena just laughs while you look around awkwardly, catching your breath. Natasha goes to the fridge and Yelena quickly places a chaste kiss on your cheek.

When you look at her, she smiles brightly, mouthing the words "I love you" and then continues washing the dishes so you mouth them back and resume helping her dry them without a word.

About twenty minutes later, the two of you retire to Yelena's room for the night. You settle under the covers and she wraps her arms around you from behind.

"Goodnight, Золотце. I love you." She whispers, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"I love you, too. Night." You kiss her hand before placing it back around your waist. Your eyes land on the face down picture frame on the nightstand and you try to shake the grim feeling that it gives you before shutting your eyes and attempting to sleep.

Zolotse (Золотце) - darling

Solnishko (солнышко) - sunshine

Thank for readin'!

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The Red Guardian

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/The Red Guardian x Tourist!Female Reader

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Wooops, I’ve accidentally been sitting on this for two months. OOPS. Enjoy!

Story tags: ‘90s Cuba, kind of opening scene of Black Widow spoilers, Alexei being Alexei, dirty talk, this is very much a pwp, semi-public, protected sex, using one another, one-night stand scenario, with a little bit of man-handling. Plus cunnilingus, fingering.

Summary: You just wanted a quiet drink... or did you really?

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“... and I flipped it over like it was nothing, like it was just a page of a book!”

The occupants of the tiny, humid bar are unfazed by the Russian man’s ramblings, or maybe they’re just ignoring him, used to it.

He’s unfazed, too, though, by the seeming lack of interest, just carrying on as the bartender before him nods every now and then absent-mindedly while drying glasses.

“... ‘kaow’, ‘kaow’, ‘kaow’...” He mimics the sound of bullets as he mimes holding a gun, brow furrowed before his eyes widen as he lifts his hands. “... They were firing from all angles, enough to pin a normal man down, but I am no normal man. I took my gun and ‘bam’, ‘bam’, fired right back at them. And, behind me, my team had already gotten the plane ready and they were driving it down the runway, so what did I have to do? I ran…”

Inhaling a slow breath, you exhale it as you resist the urge to roll your eyes, your gaze flicking to the clock on the wall above the bar. He’s been talking since you arrived, which was nearly ten minutes ago, and you’re starting to wish you’d just had a drink in your hotel bar now.

Or just not left your room where there’s air conditioning and a mini-bar and quiet.

But, no, Bolu had made you go out even though she’d felt ill, to ‘soak up the culture and relax! Maybe fuck someone!’, though so far, you’re not getting much of the first two due to the rambling man.

And as for the last one… Phew, well… You’d see.

Just finish your drink then go for a walk then head back to the room. Done.

Sipping your drink, taking quite a few actually so that it’ll go down quicker, you let your gaze drift across the rows and rows of bottles behind the bartender, trying to see how many you recognise.

“Hey.”

Oh, no.

Swallowing your drink, you turn your head and find that, yep, the man has finally stopped talking, but now his attention is on you. Sitting three stools away, he has an easy, though touch leery, smile on his lips, and despite you having thought he was drunk, his eyes are bright and clear. He sits back, one arm resting on the bar top, the other on the back of the stool, and he’s dressed, like any other tourist here, in a white linen shirt that has a few buttons undone, and tan chinos. His brown hair was probably neat earlier today, but now it’s slightly bedraggled from the heat and where he’s probably run his hands through it, and there’s a light layer of stubble on his chin and jaw.

“... hey, excuse me,” he continues as your eyes meet his.

“Yeah?”

“Have you been stood up?”

Your eyebrows rise as you blink, your fingers playing with the straw in your glass. It’s a very impertinent question, maybe he is drunk. Or just an ass.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Ah, good.” His hand claps over his heart as his smile widens. “Otherwise it would’ve been a crime that I would’ve had to report.”

Here we go.

“Oh, right.”

“Because you are a very beautiful woman.”

There it is.

“Yep, thank you.”

Returning your gaze and attention to the bottles, you take a long sip of your drink, though you know from experience he’s not going to take the hint.

Instead of hearing his voice again, though, you hear his stool scrape back at a teeth-jarring frequency, the sound of his shoes, then the stool beside you being pulled back. He settles into it with a light sigh, and from the corner of your eye, you watch him signal the bartender for another drink.

“Can I get you something?” he asks, turning his head towards you and lowering his voice in a way that he probably thinks is seductive.

And, bizarrely, it is; his deep voice sends a light thrill down your spine, but when hasn’t a deep voice done that to you? You’re easily able to ignore it, tilting your head away as you shake it.

“No, thanks.”

“Are you sure? Back in my country, it’s quite something to have a drink bought for you by me.”

“I’m sure it is.”

He laughs, sitting back with such an air of arrogance that you almost want to ask him why that is.

Almost.

“So, tell me, beautiful lady,” he continues as the bartender pours his drink into a fresh glass, “Why are you here all alone? I can’t imagine why.”

“I just am.” You don’t know why you’re entertaining this, you could easily just walk away, your hotel’s only around the corner.

You know why, a voice that sounds a lot like Bolu’s whispers to you.

Shut up.

Because he’s attractive.

… Ugh.

Yes, fine, that’s why you’re entertaining it. In a strange, rugged, arrogant, irritating way, yes, he is.

And it’s with a resigned, internal sigh that you realise you’re probably going to fuck him.

The man tuts as his long, thick fingers wrap around his glass. “What a shame that is. From your accent I gather you’re on vacation, yes?”

Exhaling a breath, you sit back in your own chair and look at him, and he gives you that same, lazy, arrogant smile; almost as if he knows how this will end, too.

“I gather from yours you are as well.”

He chuckles, shrugging. “You could say that, yes.”

You don’t care about whatever the hell that means. “How long are you staying?”

He shrugs again as his fingers stroke over his jaw, his gaze lingering on yours. “Few days, maybe more. You?”

Your arms fold across your chest. “I leave tomorrow.”

It’s a lie, but there’s no need to start a holiday romance right now.

He drains his drink in one as his gaze sweeps up and down you in a wholly unsubtle manner. “Well,” he murmurs after swallowing, “We’d better celebrate your last night, huh?”

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You don’t make it to your hotel.

Not that you actually really have much of a choice in the matter because the moment you step out of the bar he grabs your hand and leads you to the alleyway by the side of it.

That’s fine. You don’t really want him knowing where you’re staying, anyway.

Glancing over your shoulder at the empty street behind you as he pulls you along, the moment your head turns back to him you find he’s suddenly stopped and his hands cup your face, holding you steady as he leans down and seizes your lips in a firm, fierce kiss.

It’s a surprisingly good kiss, and any kind of doubt you’d had about this slips away. Besides, you’re going to give as good as you get.

Dropping your bag to the ground, your hands settle on his sides, gripping at his shirt as you hum against his lips. He groans in response, one arm moving to settle around your lower back, and, oh, you know you’re going to enjoy this, as annoying as he seems to be.

Pushing him backwards as you keep your grip on him, he groans again as his back collides against the wall, a large garbage bin now obscuring you both from the street.

“Mmh…” he rumbles, his hands gliding down your back and gripping your ass before sliding up again. “... Yes, I knew you would be a feisty woman…”

“Shut up...” you mumble against his lips, your fingers now unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal the rest of his chest.

He chuckles lowly as you splay your fingers across his bare chest, feeling the hair there. “Mmh, no, I like it…”

His hands grip your ass again, pulling you hard against him, and you can’t stop the moan that escapes you at feeling his cock straining against his trousers. 

“Yes…” he growls, before stooping and slipping his hands under the skirt of your dress. Sliding them up the backs of your bare legs, he bites and sucks at your lower lip, groaning. “... Mmh, I want to taste you… Feel you wet on my lips…”

“Who says I’m wet…” you murmur, his arrogance constantly teetering on irritating, but he just laughs, a hand sliding around across your stomach and dipping down between your legs.

“Oh, she likes to tease, does she…” He laughs again as you moan suddenly at the feel of his fingers dragging up your damp panties, the sound low and triumphant. “... I think that you are…”

“Just shut up and touch me.”

“With pleasure.”

Kissing you hungrily, his fingers slip inside your panties with no grace at all but you don’t care one bit because he instantly starts to circle your swollen clit, his fingers dipping down momentarily to gather your wetness before continuing to circle.

Your mouth drops open, a long, breathy moan slipping out, and your eyes fall shut. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Which somehow makes this all the more irritating.

You’d envisaged this as being just a quick, half decent fuck to blow off some steam, but with the way his thumb is circling, and two of his thick fingers are gliding through your slick lips…

Moaning again, you’re about to try and find his lips to kiss him again, when he straightens momentarily to his full height, which you realise is very tall, and his free hand moves to the back of your head, cupping it as he stoops again and his lips descend upon your neck.

This man can’t seem to do anything gently, which is perfect. He sucks and bites and licks at your skin, and you know there’s going to be marks but right now you don’t care, especially as he pushes one of those long, thick fingers inside you and you have to bite down hard on your lower lip to stop that loud moan that wants to escape.

You feel his smile as his mouth trails down to your chest.

“Do you like that, you beautiful woman… Yes… So wet and tight for me, fuck... Let me see those tits, I want to suck on them…”

His hand moves from the back of your head to a strap of your dress and bra, yanking them both down your shoulder together, before doing the same with the other. Your breasts sit pert and high now from how the neck-line of your dress sits, and he goes straight for a hard, peaked nipple, sucking and licking at it.

You have to bite hard at your lower lip again, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure thrums through your body. A live band starts up somewhere, possibly in the bar you’d both been in, and it’s loud enough that you can exhale a louder moan without worrying if someone on the street might hear.

Not that you actually care much about that right now.

Especially as he doesn’t seem to care at all with the words that are pouring out of his mouth.

“... Mmh, so good… Gorgeous, gorgeous fucking woman… Do you like that, hm? Do you like feeling my fingers inside you, stroking you just like this… Yeess…” he hisses as he draws a sharp moan from you after pushing a second finger inside you, his thumb swiping up and down over your clit in time with his thrusting fingers.

Part of you thinks he’s doing this more for his own ego and pleasure than yours, but you don’t really give a fuck because it feels fucking good regardless.

His wet mouth moves to your other nipple, and your back arches into him, your head tipping back.

“Mmh, fu-uck…”

“Yeess…” he groans again, but you block him out, just focusing on his mouth and fingers as they push you towards your orgasm, your fingers gripping at him as heat surges in your lower stomach.

And then he stops.

“What—”

Just as your eyes snap open, he suddenly spins you, turning you both and pressing your front against the wall.

You release a small sound as your cheek and breasts rest against the surprisingly cool wall, and he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your other cheek, growling in the back of his throat.

“If you’re going to cum, I’m going to feel it on my cock…” he gravels, and, oh… maybe you can continue listening to him talk.

He kisses at your jaw and neck as his hands fist your dress. He pulls it right up over your ass, where his fingers then slide over your hips and yanks them back, making you lean forward, now just your cheek and chest pressed against the wall.

“Do you have protection?” he murmurs against your skin, not pausing his kisses.

Annoying, that he asked it before you.

“Yeah, in my bag,” you reply, and, oh, you wish your voice hadn’t sounded so breathy.

“Good.” Kissing your shoulder, his fingers tighten on your hips for a moment. “Stay right here, do not move.”

For fuck’s sake, that makes your lower stomach clench as you resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together. You know you’re dripping wet at those words alone, so thank fuck he doesn’t have his hands on you to gloat about it.

You watch him step away in your peripheral vision, and hear him lift your bag, unzipping it and rifling through. By the sounds of it, he’s letting a few items just drop to the ground which makes you want to tut, but what did you expect?

Then, you do tut as you hear him drop your bag to the ground, but it’s swifty followed by the sound of his belt unbuckling and a condom packet opening, and your irritation instantly vanishes.

“Look at you…” he murmurs, and your teeth drag over your lower lip, expecting to feel the head of his cock.

Instead, though, you feel something warm and wet.

Your eyes fall shut once more as you feel his tongue lick a long and slow path up your pussy, and he groans into you.

“Fuckin’ perfect…” He adds something else in Russian, something mumbled, and his voice vibrates against your slick lips.

“Fuck…” you breathe, pushing your ass back against him, and he grips your hips again, holding you in place as he laps at you.

It seems like just as he starts, he stops, though, rising to his feet and towering over you again.

His hands remain on your hips, his mouth by your ear as he murmurs, “Mmh, I could feast on you for fucking hours, but I want to feel you on my cock, I want to feel you…”

“Fuck me, then…” you hiss, and he laughs.

“Yes, you want me so bad, don’t you, you want my cock…”

You still don’t feel his cock, though, and you push your ass back against him, a huff escaping you. “Fuck me…”

“So needy…” You’re about to snap back when he presses a kiss under your ear and whispers, “... Tell me you want my cock…”

Damn him.

Reaching a hand back, you glide your fingers up his neck until you reach his hair, twisting your fingers in as you turn your head towards him.

Your lips brush against his as you murmur, “I want your cock inside me.” 

A deep groan escapes him, and just as he nips at your lower lip, he pushes his cock into you.

He’s slow, letting you feel every thick inch of him, and your eyes nearly roll back as they close.

“Oh, fuck… Oh…” you breathe, your back arching and fingers tightening on his hair, and his hands keep your hips pulled back against him.

“Yesss... Take the Red Guardian’s cock…” he growls, biting and sucking at your neck.

Is that what he calls himself? Oh, God…

You don’t have a chance to think on it further, though, as he draws his hips back and snaps them forward, and does it again, and again, and again…

You have to fight hard to keep your moans from echoing down the alleyway as he fucks you hard and fast.

He mumbles and groans things into your ear, his accent becoming more pronounced, some Russian words slipping in here and there, but you just focus on how fucking good it feels.

He’s chasing after his own orgasm, his earlier words of wanting to feel you cum on his cock maybe just for show, but you don’t fucking care. It’s fast and hard and brutal and good and you’re going to cum soon.

Maybe you murmur it or maybe he feels it, because he laughs harshly against your ear. “Yes… Yes, yes, yes… Cum, I can feel you… Cum on the Red Guardian’s thick cock… Take it…”

Needing something to grip onto, your grip tightens on his hair, which he seems to like, laughing again, though it soon morphs into grunts.

“Yes… Fuck…”

Biting down on your lower lip, your moans increase in pitch as your back arches. You can feel your orgasm coming, surging towards you, and it’s all you want.

When it finally crashes down on you, you almost forget he’s there, until his hand claps over your mouth to muffle your most likely loud moans. All you can do is press back against him and groan into his palm, waves and waves of pleasure washing over you.

And he just fucks you through it, not stopping, unrelenting, grunting and cursing in Russian into your ear, whispering what may be sweet nothings but you can’t understand them.

You’re just starting to come down from your high when his thrusts start to stutter, and then he thrusts into you once more, and stills, a prolonged, low moan ripped from him as he cums. He buries his face into your neck to try and quieten himself, and you let him, your hand on his hair holding him there.

Then, all is quiet as he just breathes against your neck and you breathe into his hand.

The music continues, and no one calls down the alley to you.

You’re content to just stand there for a few more moments to just catch your breath, when he laughs, and releases a low whistle.

“Holy shit… You’re fuckin’ good.”

Aaaaand we’re done now.

Pulling his hand down from your mouth, you raise your eyebrows as you nudge him away with your elbow. “Same to you.”

He pulls out, and you lick your lips, managing to stifle the soft sound that would usually invoke from you, and turn from him, adjusting your dress and settling everything back in its place.

Moving away, you pick up your bag and stuff the items that he’d thrown out back into it, trying not to cringe as he whistles again.

“... Holy shit… Very good.”

It had been good, but you’re not looking to get attached, so...

I wonder if Bolu will want ice cream, I want ice cream now. I wonder if the hotel has any—                                                                                                          

“So, what’s your name?”

Oh, no.

Glancing up at him, you give him a brief smile. “It doesn’t really matter, does it.”

He chuckles, leaning against the wall while he tucks his cock back into his trousers. You have no idea where he’s thrown the condom, and you don’t care to look.

“No, I suppose not. Well, if you’re ever in Cuba again—”

Straightening, you smile again. “Oh, I won’t be. Thanks for this, bye.”

Turning, you stride down the alleyway, listening to his chuckle echo down it.

“Well, goodbye, beautiful woman. I hope our paths do cross again!”

You almost smile as you step back out onto the street, safe in the knowledge that you’re never going to see him again. 

Ever. 

Never.

—

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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Part 8)

summary: sometimes things are too good to be true

wc: 2,629

warning: blood, guns, angst, cursing 

a/n: omg!! two parts left, aaaah!! lmk if you like it, feedback is appreciated! if you wanna be tagged lmk and happy reading  🦋

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~ part 7

The sun crept through the curtains, shining on Y/n’s face causing her to stir awake. She turned on her back and began to rub her eyes, opening them slowly to look at the crack ceiling. Her fingertips traced her lips softly as she remembered what happened the night before. They had finally kissed and they also finally realized the feelings that were involved. Feelings that have been in each other’s heart for quite some time but they were both scared to admit it. 

The y/h/c threw the covers off her body and stood up from the bed while stretching her arms up. She walked out of the room, trying to be quiet since Y/n didn’t want to wake Yelena up. The blonde was in the next room and is a light sleeper. The first thing Y/n did once she arrived at the kitchen was make coffee. It was extremely crucial, especially after the night before. 

After a few minutes, Y/n finally had her coffee in hand as she leaned against the kitchen counter while looking out a small window. The only thing roaming through her head was the feeling of Yelena’s lips on hers. The way she tasted, the way her hands felt soft on her face. All she wanted to do that second was go and cuddle with the blonde. Y/n was so lost in her thoughts that she never heard Yelena wake up nor saw her standing in the kitchen. 

“Morning.” The blonde said, making her partner jump in surprise. 

“Hi.” The y/h/c said nervously as she traced her finger around the rim of her mug. Silence fell upon them once more as Yelena prepared her own coffee mug. They both felt awkward, neither of them knew what to say. They didn’t know if they should talk about the kiss or not. Y/n moved to the dining table and sat down, staring out the window in question. 

“I think we should talk about it.” Yelena muttered, her accent sounding thick. 

“Talk about what?” 

“You know what.” Y/n looked up and leaned back on the chair as the blonde moved to sit in front of her. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you.” She whispered, tapping her fingers on the mug. 

“Don’t apologize… I liked it.” The blonde whispered back with a smile. 

“What’s gonna happen now?” The y/h/c asked looking with hopeful eyes. 

“I don’t know..” Yelena whispered as Y/n leaned forward with her elbows on the table, closer to her partner. 

“We can um… we can just wait and see where it goes… if you want.” The blonde nodded and smiled, pushing her chair back to move to the stove. 

Yelena made breakfast that day, for the first time in the whole mission. Y/n was surprised it was actually good which caused the blonde to be low key offended. 

“Why would you doubt my cooking skills?” She asked and drank from her juice. 

“Well because I've never seen you pick up a knife with the purpose of cooking, it’s always to kill.” Y/n laughed and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth as the blonde chuckled along. 

“I don’t hear any complaining.” Yelena mumbled with her mouth full as the y/h/c smiled. 

“No complaints, it’s very good.” She smiled widely, interlocking her fingers and placing them under her chin. Y/n looked at the blonde as she continued to eat. Yelena looked up to meet her partners y/e/c eyes, which were already staring. 

“We should um… probably think of what to do with Neculai.” The y/h/c whispered as the blonde nodded. 

“Do you have anything in mind?” Yelena asked, grabbing both plates and pushing her chair back to stand up. 

“I mean… we’re a bit far away and hunting him down is a bit dangerous… but we’ll be free quicker.” 

“I think we will be better off if we just find him and kill him. Valentina too.” 

“Yeah but they can either find us or kill us first. Both ideas have their downfall.” Y/n said as she pushed back her chair to take her coffee mug to the sink. Yelena was washing the dishes when the y/h/c’s arm came in front of her, placing the dish down. Suddenly, soft lips came in contact with her cheek making her stop and turn to her partner. 

“I’m gonna uh… go look for my computer..” Y/n stuttered nervously and walked off, leaving  Yelena a blushing and smiley mess. 

Somewhere over Europe

Neculai walked back and front inside his private jet as he scratched his chin in thought. He had just left St. Petersburg after questioning Melina and Alexei about where the women may have gone. 

Valentina wasn’t good either. She was staring at her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. They were ruining her plan and all Valentina desired was to kill them herself. Get them out of the way.

“Yelena wouldn’t leave without knowing where to go first.” She said and turned to the romanian man who was already staring at her. 

“She never moves without a plan. She knew where to go before getting into that helicopter.” Valentina continued, pointing out the window. 

“Where do you think they went?” Neculai asked, walking towards her. 

“I-I don’t-“ 

“They can be anywhere by now, Valentina!” He shouted in anger, making her take a few steps back. 

“Domnule, am găsit un apartament. Este sub Romanoff la Budapesta. (Sir, we found an apartment. It's under Romanoff in Budapest.)” One of Neculai’s men said, walking towards them with files in his hands. He handed them his boss and nodded his head, excusing himself. 

“Mulțumesc, Soran. (Thank you, Soran.)” Neculai mumbled as the man walked away. 

“Budapest.” He almost whispered as his eyes scanned the files in his hand. 

“It’s not far from here.” Valentina muttered and took the last sip of her drink before putting the glass down. 

“Micah! Întoarceți acest avion… mergem la Budapesta. (Micah! Turn this plane around… we’re going to Budapest.)” Neculai shouted at the pilot and turned back to Valentina, lifting up his glass in a toast. 

“We can’t just show up there.”

“Who said we can’t? It’s better like this, we can kill them faster.” 

The apartment was quiet, the only thing you could hear was Yelena’s shower and Y/n typing away on her computer. She was trying to look for a way to find Neculai first so she went back to the surveillance footage and phone calls from his office. The y/n/c stood up and walked to the kitchen counter to make herself a snack when she heard a door creaking. She believed it was Yelena walking out of the bathroom so Y/n didn’t do anything. 

“Hey, so I was thinking we can order chinese today! I really wanna eat out of those cardboard boxes with the chopsticks!” She shouted so the blonde could hear. When she didn’t get a response back, she turned her head towards the hallway in question. 

“Yelena?” She called out and saw a figure out of the corner of her eye making her turn and gasp. A metal rod came in contact with her temple, knocking the y/h/c out cold in an instance. 

A few minutes went by when Yelena finally stepped out of the bathroom. The apartment was unusually quiet which caused her to be on edge. She walked slowly towards the bedroom and grabbed her gun before walking out to the hallway again. The blonde put her gun up immediately looking into every room until arriving at the kitchen. Her heart broke when she saw Y/n unconscious on the floor causing her to lower the gun and run to her. 

“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, come on.” She muttered, turning her body around to see her temple all bloody. 

“Y/n-“

“Oh look who it is!” A female voice exclaimed, making Yelena grab her gun immediately. 

“No need to shoot… I come in peace.” Valentina smirked and she held her hands up in surrender.  

“Where’s Neculai?” The blonde muttered. 

“Why? Did you miss me?” He asked, walking next to Valentina with a cigar in between his index and middle finger. Yelena looked at them in anger and shot her gun, taking them by surprise. She purposely shot the wall closest to them to make them duck and hide. The blonde took the opportunity to take Y/n and drag her into the bedroom to protect her from them. 

“Y/n, hey! Please, wake up. Please, come on, open your eyes.” She said, tapping the y/h/c’s cheek repeatedly. Bullets began to hit the wall and the door making Yelena duck her head and cover Y/n’s body with hers. 

After some time, the bullets stopped making the blonde stand up and run to the closet to get the machine gun. The bullets were prepared and she was fully equipped when she decided to open the door. She turned the knob slowly, opening the door as she made sure it didn’t creak. Yelena turned to Y/n one last time before closing the door. The blonde automatically put her gun up and began to walk around the apartment. 

She saw movement from the end of the hallway, making her turn and shut from her gun immediately. The bullets hit the wall and she hid behind a column before the other man shot her way. The blonde peaked her head to the hallway and pointed the gun at the shooter, quickly shooting her gun. The man yelled in pain and fell to the ground making Yelena walk out and run to him, to see him struggling. She shot him three more times before taking his gun, putting it in the back of her jeans. 

Yelena looked up, searching the place for Neculai or Valentina. Someone shot at her from the bathroom, making her run into what was her bedroom. Bullets hit the wall next to her making the blonde cover her head while they stopped shooting. The room turned quiet signaling the russian that the person had stopped shooting. She took that moment to move behind the door of the bedroom as heavy footsteps were heard down the hall. The masked man walked into the bedroom slowly with his gun up, walking away from the door. Yelena took the gun from her back pocket and fired the gun, shooting him in the back of the head. 

“I know you’re here, Belova!” Neculai shouted from somewhere around the house.

“Come out and fight like a real widow!” Valentina followed, making Yelena clench her jaw in anger. She replaced her small gun with the big on and stepped out of the bedroom. 

“I’m not hiding, especially from you!” The blonde said loudly, making her way down the hallway and into the kitchen. Neculai stood with his back towards Yelena, not expecting her to be there. She put down her gun and quickly kicked him in the back of the knee to make it bend. Her arm went around his neck, beginning to choke him as his hand went to his pocket to get his little knife. He took it out and waved the knife towards her, slicing her arm. 

The blonde yelled in pain and released her grip, making the romanian turn to her immediately. She kicked his hand, watching the knife slide across the floor and kicked his face causing him to fall back. Neculai extended his hand and grabbed her ankle as Yelena swung her other leg to kick him off. As she stood she grabbed her small gun from her pants and pointed it at him as he stood up as well. 

He gave her a bloody smile as he caught his breath before bolting towards her. Her finger pulled the trigger causing a loud bang followed by a shout of pain. Yelena shot him on the leg, to slow him down. Necuali stayed on the floor, clutching his thigh as the blonde moved to the living room to see Valentina already pointing the weapon at her. 

“Put it down.” Yelena muttered, walking closer to the black haired woman as she took a few steps back. 

“Not before you do.” She laughed dryly as they walked around the room slowly.

 The blonde stomped forward and grabbed Valentina’s hand as she lifted her foot to kick her in the gut. The black haired woman stumbled back while Yelena walked towards with her fist clenched. The woman dodged her fist and tackled the russian to the ground.

 Valentina straddled her and wrapped her hands around the blonde’s neck, keeping her grip strong. Yelena slapped her arms and pushed her face away but nothing seemed to work. Her oxygen levels were dropping fast, her lungs screamed to breath and she was beginning to look purple. 

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard followed by a painful shout from Valentina. She immediately released her grip from Yelena’s neck and fell to the floor as she clutched her arm. The blonde sat up slowly and turned around to see Y/n holding up a gun, still pointing it at the injured woman. 

“Lena, get up.” The y/h/c stated, never lowering her weapon as her partner hurried towards her. 

“Get our things, we’re leaving.” She whispered and Yelena nodded, running towards the bedroom to pack their bags, again. Y/n was left alone, pointing at Valentina as she screamed in agony on the ground. 

Suddenly, a piece of fabric went around her neck, pulling her back to crash into a hard chest. The pressure was cutting off her airways as she tried to fight the person off. The y/h/c was lifted slightly off the ground as she heard an evil chuckle next to her ear. 

“Looks like I got you now, fetiță dansatoare.(little dancer girl.)” Neculai said with a bloody grin as Y/n’s nails dug into his skin. She tried to gasp for air every chance she got but she couldn’t. Her vision began to fog as her lungs continued to scream for oxygen. She moved her arm down the side of her thigh, pretending to let go but instead, she grabbed the knife placed under a little pocket on her jeans. Y/n lifted her arm and stabbed Neculai on his leg causing him to scream out in pain as he released his grip around the y/h/c. She quickly turned, knife in hand, ready to defend herself when she felt a presence from behind her. 

Valentina swung her gun, hitting Y/n on the side of her head causing her to stumble over an already broken coffee table. The y/h/c turned to face and kicked her leg but was quickly grasped by the black haired woman. She laid still for a minute, thinking of an escape plan as she looked at Neculai walk towards them. 

“Two against one? Seriously, this is unfair.” Y/n chuckled dryly as she shook her head. She pulled her foot towards her chest causing Valentina to stumble forward, closer to her giving her the opportunity to punch her in the face. 

The y/h/c stood up and began to block Neculai’s hits until she was an inch away from the wall. Her body turned and the man’s fist went through the wall as she ran down the hallway towards Yelena. She kicked every door open, hoping to see the blonde with the bag packed. When she kicked the last door, the room was empty and the window was open. Y/n’s face softened as she frowned, noticing that everything was gone too.

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[king-star]

Sweatshirts

Warning: Really detailed snuggling

Match: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: this was supposed to be about Natasha stealing peoples clothes. and then it wasn’t. oopsie. I’ve never written this detailed snuggling soooo. Hopefully it’s good. I’m lowkey having writing burnout rn. anyway have a nice day lovelies.

Natasha never really had a family until joining the avengers. Sure she had Yelena, melina, and Alexei back in the red room. You had met them though, they were all so similar to nat and intense all the time that it would be impossible for her to feel what an actually family is like. She was amazed how odd and beautiful her avengers family was. And with her new found family she had newfound habits. She loved to snuggle and plan movie nights with the crew. She always made coffee for everyone and had their personal schedules by memory. The most embarrassing for her was how she loved to steal other people clothes. It was a several year long process with many people involved to get Nat realise and accept her feelings for you. You asked her out multiple times and she rejected you mercilessly despite Clint assuring you her cold demeanour was a facade. Eventually she broke down and admitted her feelings. The whole event was emotional, heartbreaking, and beautiful. You love Nat with every fiber of your being. And she loves you.

Nat started stealing people’s hoodies and sweatpants once she got comfortable. Fortunately due to her determination to ignore you she left your closet alone. You walked into the kitchen. It was late morning. You didn’t have any meetings today and we’re going to take full advantage of it. Nat was already in the kitchen making what probably was her third cup of coffee. You walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her placing a kiss on her temple and when she relaxed into your touch you placed a few more kisses along her jaw and neck. She reached a hand down to lace her fingers through yours. “ good morning baby. You sleep well?” She nodded. “ yeah, I wish you would come snuggle with me.” You blushed slightly she had never talked about the two of you spending time alone in each other’s rooms.sure you had done the whole lay you head on the others shoulder while watching a movie. “Y-yeah I would Love too..” you turned your head away embarrassedly. She moved her body around and placed her own kisses along your mouth before pulling for a deep kiss.when the two of you pulled away for breath and you looked her up and down. Your eyes landed on a familiar hoodie. “ Is that my hoodie?” You asked her with a smirk. She acted embarrassed as tried to hide her face with the overly long sleeves. A muffled “maybe” came from behind the yellow fabric. You giggled. “Baby you look so adorable right now. Hey it’s my day off why don’t we watch a movie or something?” Natasha just nodded. “ I would really like that.” This was so absurd. Seeing her act like this. And because of what you said. She grabbed her coffee cup and pulled you with her towards the living room. The living room was surprisingly empty. Meaning it would be really easy to pick out a movie. You sat down and Natasha wrapped her arm through yours pulling her legs close to your body and burying her head deep into your chest. “Ah-uh Natasha,” she looked up innocently at you. “ so what we gonna watch.” You tried to swallow the blush at her suddenly being all over you. “ idk I’m thinking a bond?” She pondered this for a moment” those movies are so unrealistic.” You laughed “ all action movies are unrealistic. Ok what about a Julia Roberts movie?” She raised her eyebrow at you. “ you are sorely mistaken if you think me a romcom girl. Let’s watch everybody loves Raymond it’s silly and we don’t have to think.” You groaned,” that show Is so offensive in many ways.” You picked up the remote. “ I didn’t think it would be this difficult to decide today. How about a good zoo show.” She pursed her lips and nodded. “ that sounds good to me.” The show came on and Natasha started to slowly rub your arm. You yelped in surprise from the skin to skin touch. She yanks her hand away suddenly worried she did something wrong. “ I’m sorry I just- sorry” she began to slide away but you held her tighter. “ it’s fine I just wasn’t expecting it.” She looks sceptically at you. “ really it’s fine. It kinda feels- nice. I’m just not used to that kind of stuff.” She pulls herself close to you again and you lay your head on hers taking in her sweet scent. You set your eyes on the tv and she begins to mess with your fingers. She bends them this and that way, gently careful not to over extend the muscles. Then she taps the knuckles with her pointer finger. You giggle slightly turn to look at her” whatcha doing sweetheart?” She seems embarrassed “ I don’t really know. You told me the other day that physical touch scares you but you really like it from someone you trust and I just- it’s kinda stupid.” You bit your lip and then kissed her forehead. “ that isn’t stupid but are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to do something just for me. I want you to enjoy snuggling as well.” It sounded really stupid once you said it but you just felt so bad. “ no it’s kinda childish but it entertains me. Plus I like making you happy.” She planted a firm kiss on your lips letting you know she was telling the truth. The two of you spent the rest of the day snuggling in the others arms. The animal shows passed. You talked about

anything and everything, admitting some things deep inside your thoughts and counselling one another. By the time night came and you made dinner for everyone in the compound you were blissful and soaring. The two of you turned in for the night fairly early returning to snuggling, this time you tracing circles along Natasha skin. And when morning came you watched Natasha sneak out of your room really early her arms full of your sweatshirts.

(this was reposted from my old account)

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“ice fishing” (pt. 4) (chilumi fic)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

“Childe invites Lumine to the annual Snezhnayan holiday dedicated to the Tsaritsa. There, she meets his entire family, and all the conflict that comes with them.”

hey all sorry for the delay in update my brain went brrrr the past few days LOL :’)

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“ice fishing” (pt. 4)

The town square was bustling with various food stalls and merchants as the family weaved through crowds of celebrating Snezhnayans. Childe carried Tonia while Teucer held Lumine’s hand; Anthon held Teucer’s other hand, and Lumine and Childe’s hands were joined in the middle. Misha stayed a few steps behind them. Alexei decided to venture out to the countryside, alone, and Feliks and Galina remained at home. 

Childe had his face obscured by his red scarf brought up to his nose, along with a winter hat, as he wanted to avoid recognition as a Harbinger around his younger siblings. 

Lumine stepped in closer to Childe. “I can feel Misha’s disapproving glare burning into my skull,” she whispered. 

“Yes, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her satisfied with anything in the world,” he whispered back. 

Teucer tugged on Lumine’s hands. “Look at those toys, Lumine!” he said, eyes set on a colorful stall displaying various dolls, stuffed animals, and other children’s knick-knacks. The group stood in front of the stall, and the children ogled over the bright colors and playful patterns. 

“Children, I think you have enough toys already,” Misha said. “I think it would be better if you found something more practical to buy.” 

“It’s Lyublyu,” Childe interjected. “It’s a time for festivities; whatever they want, I’ll get it for them.” 

The older sister turned to him. “You spoil them too much, Ajax. How are they supposed to learn and grow up if you keep babying them?” 

His eyes narrowed. “They’re children, Misha. Let them have their fun and dreams.” 

Misha frowned, turned, then walking away. 

I have to know if she’s working with Alexei. Without a second thought, Lumine started following her. 

“Lumine! Where are you going?” Childe called out behind her. 

She turned back, only to see her view of Childe and the children become swallowed up by the intense crowd shuffling around her. 

She cursed, turning back to where she saw Misha’s back receding. Guess I have to follow her now…

Lumine’s tiny frame was jostled around as she tried her best to push through, keeping Misha in sight. The crowd thinned out at the edge of the town square with only a few people dispersed around. Lumine started to pick up her pace to catch up to Misha. 

Suddenly, a tall, blonde man stepped in her way, obscuring her view. 

“You don’t look like you’re from around here,” he said with a smile. 

“I’m not,” Lumine answered simply, moving to get around him.

He stepped in her way again. “You look very beautiful.” 

Great, a creep. “I’m in a bit of a hurry,” she told him. This time, she moved quicker and got around him. 

But he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Let me take you out, darling.” 

No, allow me. Lumine charged up Anemo energy in her hand, blowing his grip away. In his shocked state, he stumbled back a bit, where she conjured Geo energy to pull up some stone and tripped him. He fell on his back. 

“What the—?” He looked at her, a mixture of fear and confusion, then got up and scurried away. 

Lumine let out a sigh. The sound of a sword sheathing turned her around. 

Misha stood there, hands on the hilt of her sword. “And here I was, ready to help.” 

“You were going to help me?” the traveler asked. 

“Perhaps,” Misha said. “But it seems like you’re strong enough to handle it on your own.” 

“Oh, uhm, thanks,” Lumine responded awkwardly. Did she...did she just compliment me?

“So, why were you following me? Did Ajax send you?” 

“No. I wanted to ask you something.” Lumine took a deep breath in, then looked Misha in the eyes. “Why are you here?”

A scoff. “Why am I here, at my own home?” 

“Why did you come back? Childe told me you left.”

“Did he now?” Misha took a step closer to Lumine. “And did he tell you why?”

“Your mother got sick. You didn’t want to deal with her weakness. Or your father’s.”

“She’s running out of time. And so is my father. They’re shells of who they used to be.” She clenched her sword’s hilt. “I left to train. To learn. So I could come back and raise my siblings properly.”

Lumine crossed her arms. “I would say Childe is doing a much better job than you are.”

Misha’s jaw clenched. “Teaching them a false reality of the world? That the world is made up of glittering childhood dreams and endless toys? That the world is always kind, no matter what?” She grimaced. “No. That only teaches them weakness. And then they’ll be like our mother and father: weak, empty shells.”

The traveler frowned. “You don’t think children deserve those dreams? You’d rather shatter their illusions of the world?” 

Lumine and Aether hadn’t experienced normal childhoods, no experiences of motherly or fatherly love. Misha wasn’t wrong: the universe could be a cruel place, full of people who wanted to hurt and lie and steal and break—betrayals, heartbreak, blood. Lumine knew that firsthand. But if she could stop someone from going through that, going through what she went through, she would. 

“If it makes then stronger,” Misha’s expression hardened, “then yes.”

And what was her strength? Where does my strength come from? 

She closed her eyes and imaged a vast, endless sea of clouds. Of the air whistling past her as her wings flapped. Seeing one beautiful world after another. With one person by her side. Aether. 

She saw an ocean, felt the misty spray around her, heard the metal clanging of blades. She tasted sweet love and felt power—respect—flowing through her veins. Gloved hands and an illuminating smile. Childe.

Strength. Love.

“It’s easy to hate,” Lumine said. “It’s harder to love in the face of evil. Your parents are strong, Misha, not weak. They have so much love for you and your siblings, no matter what.” Her hand hovered over her chest. “Anthon, Tonia, Teucer...they will be stronger with love and kindness. Not by shattering their childhood dreams.” 

“This is love,” Misha said, her voice as sharp as a knife’s edge. “I love my siblings enough to make them strong enough. So they won’t have to suffer when the world decides to bite down on them, to feed on them.”

Lumine stepped closer to the elder Snezhnayan. “You’re making them suffer now, Misha.” Another step. “They’re just children. Let them be warm, let them have their innocence. You’re right here to protect them. Childe is too.” She held out her hand. “And I will be here too.”

Misha looked down at the outstretched hand, her own hands still hovering her sword’s hilt. She then took a deep breath, and grabbed Lumine’s hand. But, instead of shaking it, she yanked her closer until their faces were inches apart. What—?!

“You...You defeated Ajax?” Misha asked, her voice low. 

“Yes, I did,” Lumine replied, ignoring Misha’s vice grip on her arm.  

“He’s a powerful Harbinger. He’s been fighting for a long time, since before he was even a teenager.” Misha’s eyes narrowed. “And you, a mere traveler, with no vision, bested him in combat?” 

“I did.” 

Misha’s mouth twitched like she was about to laugh. “If there’s one thing I admire about Ajax is his limitless strength—his absolute power. How masterful he is on the battlefield. And yet...you beat him.” 

“And I could easily do it again.” As my powers return more and more...

A pause. Then, a laugh. An actual laugh from Misha? “I can see why he likes you, traveler.” Her grip on Lumine’s arm loosened a bit. “Perhaps what you say is right. Your strength...it doesn’t come from cruelty.” Her icy blue eyes seemed the softest they’d ever been.

“Thank you,” Lumine said, overjoyed she had won Misha over. 

Suddenly, a hand came down between Misha and Lumine, splitting their hold. Childe stood between them, an obviously fake smile plastered on his face. Anthon, Teucer, and Tonia stood to the side, confused. 

“Oh, sister Misha, what are you doing with Lumine?” His voice sounded sickly sweet. “If I didn’t know any better, it would appear like you’re trying to steal her away from me.” 

Misha readjusted her gloves. “If she was so easily stolen from something like that, she would’ve been mine long before you intervened.” She had a tiny smirk on her face. 

Lumine’s jaw almost dropped. Is this...Is she joking?!

Childe’s hands flexed, ready for a weapon. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you joke, Misha.” Another fake smile, his eyes dark. “At least, I hope for your sake, it was a joke.”

Misha looked at her brother then laughed. “Of course, Ajax, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I don’t take things that aren’t mine.” She turned to the children. “Come, little ones, let’s go find some toys to buy.”

Teucer’s eyes widened. “Really?” 

Anthon’s brows furrowed. “Is this a trick?” 

“No, it is not a trick, Anthon,” the eldest sister replied. “Maybe some toy swords…?” 

Tonia gasped, jumping to Misha, and hugging her legs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, sister!” 

Teucer grabbed Misha’s hand and started dragging her back to the vendors. “I think I saw some toy swords over here!” Soon, Misha, Anthon, Teucer, and Tonia disappeared back into the crowded town square. 

“It’s a bit shocking to see Misha so...happy,” Lumine commented, her gaze still fixed on the crowd. Silence. “Childe—?” As she turned towards him, he grabbed her chin—his other hand on the small of her back—pushing her close into a deep kiss. 

Lumine broke away, her face flushing. “What was that for?!” 

His eyes were still slightly dark, arms still wrapped around her. “What did you and Misha talk about?”

...

“...Childe...are you jealous of Misha?” 

“No, of course not.” 

She reached up and pulled his hat down over his eyes. As he tried readjusting his hat, Lumine stood on the tip of her toes, grabbing the collar of his shirt, catching him off guard with a soft kiss. 

“You idiot,” she muttered. “I love you. Just you.” 

Childe pulled his hat back, his eyes meeting hers. “What can I say? You draw people in. It’s hard not to notice.” He rested his forehead on hers. “The thought of you...and...someone else…” He let out a hard laugh. “Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.” 

“Well you don’t have to worry about that,” Lumine reassured. “My stupid heart chose you.” 

“Mm, as did mine. I guess we’re just stuck together.” 

Together.

Forever? Her heart questioned without hesitation. 

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[part 5]