#nat and reader have a complicated past

[viixenvi]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 | 18+

Summary: You have been planning to steal some information from the Avengers compound. You successfully break in but what happens when the one person you never wanted to see again ends up catching you?

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: Torture, fighting, reader gets caught and tied up, heavy make-outs, slight flirting, some oral (Nat receiving), reader leaves Nat high and dry, villain fem!reader (Reader and Nat hate fuck whenever they catch each other guys)

This was not my best work, actually kinda bad and not proofread so forgive mistakes and like forgive me if it's bad I just had this idea weeks ago and decided to actually write it at 3 AM

Minors DNI

It was only a matter of time before you could escape. Sneaking into the Avengers compound was hard, it took weeks of planning and landing a job as a maid.

Stark was always hiring and it was just perfect when you got a call back that you had been selected for the job. Of course, this job came with risks to your plan. If you were suspected at all by any of the avengers you'd be finished. Which is exactly why you had a disguise.

Shape shifting was your specialty. It had just happened oneday, you woke up with powers of some sorts. You had no idea how to control them or how you even got them.

You were hoping this hard drive you were planning to take had the answers to some of your problems. You could only change your appearance, make others see you differently.

The only person you had to avoid at all costs was Natasha. She knew things about you that you hadn't told anyone else. You and her had a long history, one that you prefer not to think about. You had fought her previously, working with Loki. That went down hill fast and you managed to stay low since then.

Now you were definitely going to set off their radars. You have a plan though, you always have a plan.

"Can you get the lab too while you are at it?" Tony asks me as I mop the floor. I look up and nod, giving him a shy smile. He walks away, his phone in his hand.

Perfect excuse to be in his lab. You walk towards the lab, your heart racing. It was time, finally. You felt relieved, it was finally going to be over and you'd never have to see the avengers ever again.

"You are not authorized to enter this area." The voice startles you slightly. J.A.R.V.I.S was a pain to deal with.

"Mr. Stark asked me to mop the lab," You tell him. You hear nothing or a minute before the card scanner beeps with a green light and the doors click. That was surprisingly..easy?

This was too easy, you hesitate for a moment. You glance around the lab before your eyes land on a hard drive. It's the hard drive. No way Tony would just leave this out conveniently, not when he knew there was a chance it would be stolen by anyone.

But it's right there, and you don't think you have another chance. So you slowly walk up to the table, pretending to mop and swiping the drive off the table.

It swiftly makes the journey to your pocket and you walk out of the lab, leaving the mop on the floor. You have no idea how you can get out without at least being detected.

Stark was far from stupid, but your powers deceived him enough. Now all you had to do was fake an emergency and leave. You pick up the phone, pretending to get a call and panicking.

You find Steve in the living room, cleaning his shield off. "Can you please tell Mr. Stark I have to leave? There's a family emergency!" You spit out before he can really react. You are in the elevator as he says he will.

Something about the way he looked at you was confusing. He didn't even ask if everything was alright like you thought he would. If Steve was one thing, he was compassionate.

You knew they knew about your plans, or at least that you were there to steal the drive. As if on cue, the elevator doors open and Natasha is staring right at your face.

"Hello милый," her voice is sweet, just like how it used to be. You stand there for a moment, drinking in her features. You had spent the past weeks avoiding her and you never got the chance to really see her.

"Natasha, any chance you can let me go?" You say, one hand on the back of your neck as you laugh awkwardly. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. So it's a no.

Her fist raises to your face and you block it, swiping your leg under hers. She falls back and manages to flip onto her feet. You land a punch to her face, which angers her.

She kicks your stomach, causing you to stumble back. Before you can even think, she punches your face. You can feel the blood gushing out of your nose. You wipe it away with your hand while Natasha stands in front of you. She's focused on your face and movements.

You could tell she was analyzing you. You both hadn't fought each other in a while and it was obvious you were holding back. You couldn't get yourself to hurt her.

Natasha runs past you, jumping up off the wall and wrapping her legs around your neck. You pin her arms back and lean down, flipping her over in front of you. She breaks free from your grasp and jumps, spinning and kicking you directly in the face.

You fall over and close your eyes, consciousness barely hanging on. Natasha is a damn good fighter and you could admit it. Natasha hovers over you, pulling the drive out of your pocket.

"Some things don't change," She says just before you black out.

When you finally wake up, pain surges through your body. The familiar metallic taste of blood in your mouth reminds you of what happened.

You move to pull your hands free but it seems they cuffed you with some heavy metal cuffs. They definitely seem to be stopping your powers from being used. You are in a bedroom, which seems to be weird for the team as they have their own interrogation room and cells.

A figure comes into view and you know it's Natasha. "It's funny, you always end up in front of me bound by something," She chuckles. I sigh and close my eyes, the headache pounding in my head is not helping the pain.

"If you are going to kill me, just do it."

Natasha pulls her knife out, pushing the tip under my chin and lifting my head. "Aw, you wound me, baby."

"Don't call me that," You spit, clenching your jaw. You and Natasha always had a love-hate relationship. You were a villain and her job was to kill them.

"Tell me why you need the drive and maybe we can have a little fun," She whispers in your ear. You decide to play along, long enough for her to get you out of these cuffs.

"If I tell you, will you take these cuffs off?" You ask, giving her a defeated look.

"Yes."

"They paid me to take it, said there are plans on it they need. I didn't get any other information. I just know that they can kill me easily." Natasha sits on the chair across from you, spinning her knife in her hand.

"Who?"

"I have no idea. Some alien guy, he's weird looking," You tell her. You try to steady your heartbeat and avoid actions that will tell her you are lying.

Natasha seems to like this answer because she gets up and walks behind you. A moment later, the cuffs are no longer clasped on your hands.

You feel Natasha's hands on your shoulders, gliding down your arms. You almost shiver at her touch. You don't want to play into this, but she has given you no choice.

There's a smile on her face when you spin around, your hands on her waist. Your lips meet hers and the kiss is almost electric. Her lips are soft and you taste the cherry lipgloss.

She pushes you onto the bed but you flip over and get on top of her, unzipping her suit. Her belt is thrown onto the floor, not before you take something out of it.

"Fuck, I need you so bad," You whisper against the skin of her neck. You kiss down it, your warm lips sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands roam your body, pulling up your shirt. You stop her before she can fully take it off. "No, let me take care of your first, baby."

She pulls you into a kiss before you descend down her body, leaving trails of kisses. You pull the rest of the suit down to her ankles, kissing up her thigh.

You reach her lips, kissing them before spreading her legs and pushing your face close. Your tongue glides over her clit, circling it. Natasha moans, lifting her hips up and throwing her head back.

You wanted so badly to finish what you started, but you needed the drive and Natasha wasn't going to distract you again.

So you pull away, crawling on top of her and grabbing her face to kiss her. You carefully place a tazer disk on her nack and get off her before activating it.

Natasha gasps and falls unconscious from the tazer and you cover her up with a blanket. This was payback for the last time she caught you. This was your thing, always leaving the other wanting more. It kept up the attraction.

This time you may have gone too far, but your life depended on getting this drive and you didn't care what you did to get it.

You won this time.

[dirtyvulture]

Aftermath

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha comes to apologize after she unknowingly hurt your feelings.

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Wrote something short(ish), inspired by several anons as a sequel to this ask.

“You want to come over to my place later?” Natasha whispers in your ear.

“No, not really.” You lean over the railing of the balcony, watching as your recruits tackle the muddy obstacle course in groups of five. “Fitz, Hunter, don’t leave your teammate behind like that!” you shout, noticing two bigger male recruits trying to continue on while their smaller female teammate struggles to scale the rock wall on her own. 

“Yes, Sergeant!” they yell back, meekly turning around and offering their hands to the female.

“Why not?” Natasha sounds shocked you would refuse an offer to be in bed with her. But you still haven’t forgotten her comments at the dinner party.

“I have to catch up on some stuff,” you lie.

Natasha frowns, but she doesn’t push the issue.

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You’re eating a limp sandwich from the chow hall with some of your colleagues, completely tuned out of the conversation. Natasha walks by with her own tray, tempted to sit next to you, but remembering how distanced you felt from her. 

You notice her, but make no acknowledgement of her.

“Maximoff told me he wants to apply to be a sergeant,” Sam Wilson sitting next to you says. “He was asking what you studied to pass your test.”

“Well, if someone like me can pass, then he shouldn’t have to study at all,” you respond, just loud enough for Natasha to hear. 

Her face turns as red as her hair and she hurriedly turns and walks away.

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You walk out of your bathroom with just a towel wrapped around your waist, water still dripping down your chest and back from your wet hair. You startle when you see Natasha sitting on your bed, completely forgetting that she had access to your room.

“Hi,” she says in a small voice.

“Why are you here?” you dismiss, walking past her to your closet.

“You’re mad at me,” she says.

“I’m not…mad…” you respond not very convincingly. You grab a clean shirt, turning back to face Natasha and notice that her eyes are trailing down your torso, over the muscles of your chest and stomach where your dog tags hang, and the V-line of your hips that narrow past the towel. “Um, Sergeant?” you ask.

“I’m not your sergeant right now,” Natasha says, and this is the first time you’ve heard her say that. She gets up and steps towards you, gently taking the shirt out of your hands. You stare at her, a little confused. Your relationship with her was complicated to say the least. There were no official boundaries or titles, yet you knew this woman was the only one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. But the nature of your job, especially with the power dynamic, made it almost impossible for you two to make any sort of public announcement.

“I just want to be your Nat right now.”

“My Nat?” you repeat, as if you didn’t hear her correctly. She nods, undoing the towel from your waist and letting it fall to the floor. You feel yourself harden under her gaze alone, a little embarrassed how quickly she turns you on. She takes your hand and leads you to your bed, lying down and guiding you on top of her. “Are you sure you don’t want to–” you start, but Natasha quiets you with a kiss, unbuttoning her jeans and kicking them off. 

“I want you right here,” she says, brushing her hands down your sides before grabbing the hem of her shirt and removing it. 

“I lied. I was a little mad at you,” you confess in a jumble as Natasha holds onto your hips and pulls you down so your cock rubs against her stomach. 

“You had every right to be.”

You look down and see your pre-cum shining along her abs, your cock throbbing harder at the idea of slipping inside of her and pumping her full of your cum. 

“Can I…” you start to pant, your fantasies getting the best of you.

“Of course.” 

For once, Natasha is not particularly dominant with you, lying back and letting you do what you want. Your hands circle her smaller waist, pinning her down to the bed as you line up your cock with her dripping center and slowly push in, moaning at the warmth that surrounds you. 

“F-Fuck, Sergeant,” you say, and Natasha corrects you with a click of her tongue. “I…I mean, Nat. You feel so fucking good.”

Your hips seem to have a mind of their own as they pump forward and backward, filling Natasha to the hilt and pulling out until you can see your tip gleaming with your combined fluids. 

“Keep going, Y/N. Just like that,” Natasha guides, pushing her head back into the pillows as you thrust into her. She holds onto your biceps, tracing the line of a scar on your left one from a knife fight back on one of your first assignments.

You grunt as you start to pick up the pace, slamming into harder and her body shakes as your thighs meet hers. It’s almost like sliding through wet silk; there’s no resistance and only a delicious warmth that makes your head spin. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Natasha moans and you feel her walls tighten around your cock, causing you to increase your strength to fill her deeply. 

“Do you want me to pull out?” you gasp, slowing just enough to wait for an answer.

“Cum inside of me,” she says, locking her ankles around your lower back so you couldn’t pull out even if you wanted to. 

You thrust in one final time, feeling yourself lose control and pumping your cum into her hard and fast. You feel light-headed as you lay down softly on her, putting your head on her chest and letting her stroke your hair until you fall asleep.  

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AN: Safe to say they’re made up? 🤔

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[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley senses you're giving him the cold shoulder. He hates waking up alone, especially on his birthday. But the rec league tryouts and a shopping trip with Everett hopefully puts him one step closer to what he really wants. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

Bradley woke up alone in his bed on his birthday. Sure, it was a work day for the two of you, but he couldn't help but feel like you'd become a little distant with him since Sunday evening. 

He wanted to move in with you and Everett, but it wasn't that simple. It was actually complicated as hell. And now he was thinking he shouldn't have been getting Everett's hopes up about it.

Things were moving fast. Probably too fast. Bradley was all in, but he didn't know if you'd even want to take things to the next level with him. Yeah, you wanted him to move in, but he wanted you to be his family. But you'd been married before, and there was no doubt that Danny had probably ruined that entire experience for you.

And not only had Bradley never moved this fast before, he'd also never thought about buying a ring before. He'd barely had girlfriends who lasted longer than a damn month, always bailing as soon as it was clear his feelings were nowhere near as strong as his partner's.

He wasn't sure exactly why you were different, but you were. He wanted to stick around. And he didn't like waking up alone anymore. And now he convinced himself to stop for a little birthday treat, but the Starbucks took so long, he was going to be late for work.

"Damn it," he growled. You had better coffee at your house, but you hadn't invited him to stay over the past few nights. 

Tryouts for the Navy baseball league were being held this evening. Bradley packed the red and white striped Phillies socks you and Everett gave him for his birthday for good luck. When he had asked yesterday if the two of you would be able to come watch, you'd given a vague answer about work and picking Ev up from summer camp.

Bradley drank his hot coffee too fast and had to practically run to the simulation room to get there on time. "Happy birthday," Nat crooned when he walked in out of breath. "Wow, you look like shit today."

"Thanks?" He was already grouchy, and now he had to sit by his best friend who was notoriously annoying when he was in a bad mood. But luckily Admiral Simpson was calling everyone to attention. 

After hours of testing out new simulation software, only stopping for a soggy sandwich for lunch, Bradley's mood hadn't improved. He missed it when you packed his lunch for him. You had sent him a text that said Happy Birthday! which he supposed was a good thing, but he wanted you telling him you couldn't wait to see him later. If you and Ev weren't at the tryout, then what was the point? He really only sent an application because he knew Ev wanted him to play in the first place.

"You ready to pitch?" Bob asked him with a grin in the locker room after they had been dismissed for the day. 

"Yeah," Bradley grunted.

He watched Bob's smile turn to a frown. "If you want to play shortstop instead, I'm sure nobody will care. I thought you were looking forward to this."

"I am," Bradley said, trying to sound reassuring. 

Bob hummed. "I can't wait to see Molly. I've barely seen her since Sunday with her work schedule, but she promised me she would be there."

And now Bradley was scared you wouldn't show.

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You rushed out of work, your high heels clicking across the tile floor in the lobby. Thirty minutes. You had thirty minutes to pick Everett up and drive across town to get to Bradley's baseball tryout on time. 

As you drove to get Ev, you thought maybe this was why he didn't want to move in with you; everything you did was on the other side of the city from everything he did. Or, you thought, perhaps Bradley just didn't feel comfortable in your house yet. Or maybe he just really didn't want to be around you and your son all day, every day. But it didn't really matter, because your feelings were hurt. And you were finding it hard to be happy for Molly and Bob now. 

When Everett got in the car, the first words out of his mouth were, "Are we going to the tryout? Did you bring my sign?"

You nodded and told him, "Yeah, we can go. Your sign is in the trunk." He had spent an hour last night coloring on some poster board, making a sign so he could cheer for Bradley. 

"It's starting soon!" he whined as you drove as quickly as you could. The tryouts were being held at a beautiful facility near the naval base, and you actually got there with a few minutes to spare. Everett was out of the car and opening your trunk before you even grabbed your sneakers off the passenger side floor. 

"Calm down, Ev. It didn't start yet." You and he walked past Bradley's Bronco, and once you got onto the soft grass, you changed into your other shoes while you walked.

"I'm going to get a spot on the bleachers!" Everett called, running ahead of you. But your eyes caught on Bradley and Bob, standing next to each other and leaning on the chest high chainlink fence. They were facing away from you, looking out over the infield. You had missed Bradley all week, and you knew that you needed to get over the way you felt. He was right; you could revisit that conversation later. Right now, you just wanted him to come home with you and stay all night. You had cupcakes waiting for him just in case.

You were approaching them, ready to surprise him with a huge birthday hug, when you heard Bob ask Bradley, "Think you'll move in with them?"

Bradley took his backwards cap off, and you froze as he ran his hand through his hair. "I think we're holding off for now," he said, turning his cap the other way before leaning on the fence again.

"Why?" Bob asked. "Everett seems to think you'd make a great roommate. He said he wants you to move into their extra bedroom." He chuckled, but Bradley shook his head. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted to walk away, but you just couldn't. So you stood there with your high heels in one hand, feeling like you were going to cry.

"It's not that easy," Bradley said softly. "There's a lot to consider. I know Ev's excited about the idea of it, but the reality would be that his mom's boyfriend would be living there. I just don't know if it's what I should do."

Then Bob asked the question that popped into your mind. "Do you still have reservations? About Everett?"

"Hell no, man!" Bradley said loudly. He sounded angry. "No! I love that kid more than anything. I'd love to be his dad someday. I'd adopt him tomorrow. I just want to do right by both of them. And I'm not exactly sure what that means."

You were dizzy. His words hit you right in the chest. Your mouth was hanging open and you felt out of breath. He was talking about adopting Everett like he'd already made his mind up. 

"That makes sense," Bob said. "Does she know how you feel?"

Bradley was quiet for a few seconds. "She knows I love her. I told her I'm not going anywhere. I'm ready for more commitment."

You ran up behind him, closing the short distance and squeezing him around the waist from behind. 

"Kitten!" He turned, and then you were hugging him with your face smashed to his chest, smiling so hard.

"Happy birthday," you mumbled, kissing him just above the collar of his tee shirt. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he immediately replied, rubbing his big hands along the back of your suit coat and kissing the top of your head. 

You turned your head and said, "Hi, Bob." But then a loud whistle filled the air and you looked up at Bradley. 

He kissed you hard on the lips before he said, "Time for tryouts, Kitten."

"Will you sleep over later?" you blurted out as he pulled free of your grasp. 

He smiled and kissed the top of your head again. Then he bent and picked up his gear bag. "That would make me so happy." 

As he stepped onto the field with Bob, you called out, "You can do it, Coach!"

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Bradley was sweating. It was hot, and he was nervous. "It's just for fun," he muttered to himself as he stood on the pitcher's mound. "Just a rec league." Then he threw a slider to the catcher and let out the breath he had been holding. When he glanced to his right, he saw Everett sitting between you and Molly, and he was holding up a sign that made Bradley smile.

GO COACH BRADLEY!

He did not want to let that kid down, so he threw a decent fastball for his second pitch. He could hear you and Everett cheering for him as he threw a changeup. The catcher gave him a thumbs up before throwing the ball back, and Bradley was starting to feel good now. So threw two more sliders, and he just kept getting better. 

When the coach asked him to throw one more pitch, he went with a curveball. And then it was time for batting, and on his very first swing, he hit a home run.

He was a bit stunned, but he could hear Everett freaking out, so he ran the bases for fun while Bob and some of the other guys gave him high fives down the third baseline. 

"Damn, you played in college didn't you?" the coach asked as Bradley picked up his bat once again. 

"Yeah," he said with a laugh.

"That was an impressive hit. You've got a great arm, too."

"I actually used to play shortstop," Bradley told him, adjusting his hat and getting ready to bat again.

"Well if you want to pitch, then you made the team."

Bradley looked over to Everett and then back to the coach. "Seriously? I already made the team?"

"Definitely."

Bradley tried to reel in his smile as he hit a few more balls and then went to sit on the bench while someone else tried their hand at batting. But he just couldn't wait to get up on the bleachers and tell Everett that he made the summer league team.

Bradley waited for the tryouts to officially end, hoping Bob would make the team too. His fellow aviator was fast and always seemed to make the catches in the outfield look like a walk in the park. When Bob joined him in the dugout, they stood next to each other, awaiting the final roster from the coach. 

"First base: Hamilton. Second Base: McPhee. Shortstop: Yang. Third base: Ruiz. Catcher: Hernandez. Pitcher: Bradshaw. Relief pitcher: Matthews."

Bob elbowed Bradley in the side and smiled at him. 

"Right field: Merrick. Left field: Wiley. Centerfield: Floyd. I'll post some bench positions as well. Thanks for trying out." 

Then the coach handed each of the starting players a navy blue and white cap. Once they were dismissed, Bradley had Bob in a tight hug. 

"I didn't know you'd be this excited, Rooster," Bob said with a laugh. "You made pitcher!"

"Oh, man," Bradley said, slapping him on the back before letting go. "I missed playing. You were right. This is going to be so much fun."

"You just want to show off for your girlfriend," Bob told him, slipping the cap on his head.

"You just want to show off for your girlfriend," Bradley replied, rolling his eyes and gathering his glove and bat together. Then he slipped his cap on as well, and they climbed out of the dugout, side by side. 

"I'm so in love with her," Bob mumbled, and Bradley saw Molly standing next to you and Everett, waving to Bob like she couldn't wait to see him. Then he looked at you, and Bradley's heart started pounding. But it was Everett running toward him with the poster board that really made Bradley smile. 

"Did you make the team?" he asked, and Bradley scooped him up in a hug. 

"Well they gave us these hats," Bradley said, putting his on Everett's head. "What do you think?"

"They made the team!" Everett shouted to you and Molly. Bradley carried your son over to you and kissed your lips. 

"We knew you would," you told him as you wrapped your arms around him and Everett. "You were so good, Coach."

"It's your birthday and you made the team!" Everett said, wrapping his arms around Bradley's neck. 

This was exactly how Bradley always wanted to be. He felt comfortable, welcome, safe and loved. He kissed Everett's cheek and nodded. "It's a pretty great day."

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Everyone followed you back to your house, and you were thankful you had taken the time to get those birthday cupcakes for Bradley. He ended up tossing some hot dogs and burgers on the grill in your backyard, even though you told him you didn't mind cooking his birthday dinner.

"Go relax," Bradley told you, nodding toward your deck where Molly and Bob were blowing bubbles with Everett. "I'll take care of it." He kissed you and sipped his beer before flipping the burgers. 

You patted his butt in his snug baseball pants and whispered, "And later, I'll take care of you." His smirk as you walked away had you giggling. 

When you ate dinner on the deck as the evening sky darkened, you watched Everett where he sat on Bradley's lap eating a burger. "Are you going to get to throw all kinds of pitches? Are you going to start every game?"

Bradley held a napkin so Everett's ketchup wouldn't drip and answered every single question. He never seemed annoyed. He never gave you the impression that your son was irritating him. They seemed like they were cut from the same cloth, and honestly it made your heart skip wildly every single time.

"Yep, I get to work with the catcher about which pitches I should throw," Bradley told him. "And I get to start the games."

Then Bradley turned and smiled at you when Everett started interrogating Bob across the table. 

"I love you." The words came so easily now, you said them without thinking about it much. You'd missed him over the past few days, thinking he just didn't want to move in with you. But he probably just needed more time. You weren't in any hurry anyway. You and Everett could wait for Bradley to want to move in. 

"Love you, too, Kitten," Bradley replied, reaching for your hand. Molly grimaced and pretended to gag on her cupcake which made both of you laugh. 

"Like you're any better?" you asked her, kicking her foot under the table. 

"Never said I was," Molly replied, running her fingers through Bob's hair as he told Everett about the rec league. Bob reached up and took her hand in his, kissing her fingers while Everett asked him another question. 

"This was nice," you said with a nod, smiling at everyone before you stood to clean up the dishes. But Molly and Bob ended up cleaning everything while Bradley took Everett to get ready for bed. 

And a little while later, Bradley was the one one grunting in your ear. "This is nice," he groaned, unclasping your bra. "I love unwrapping my birthday presents." He palmed your breasts with a smile on his face.

"I can't wait to see what you wrap up for my birthday," you moaned as he scooped you up and set you down on your bed. You were completely naked for him except for your paw print necklace. He pressed a kiss to the charm before kissing your lips. 

"You can have anything you want, Kitten," he promised. And you thought about having a million more nights like this one, with family dinners and then Bradley's body pressed to yours. 

His shirt was off, biceps warm beneath your palms. "Well you can have anything you want."

Bradley froze with his lips on your nipple. He ran his nose down the valley between your breasts before kissing your sternum and looking up at you. "I want you to know that I am not going anywhere, Kitten."

You nodded and whispered, "I know that."

"I want to be here for you and Ev," he said, kissing the undersides of your breasts. "I want... I want you to know I'm not hesitating to move in because of me. So if you and Everett really, honestly want me here all the time, I have one condition."

You took a deep breath, getting nervous as your legs rubbed the rough fabric of his baseball pants. "What's your condition?" you asked softly.

"A stronger commitment," he said, nodding once like it was nonnegotiable. 

But you weren't sure what to think. "What does that mean?" 

Bradley's lips returned to your body after he said, "It means you'll be my family someday soon. I hope." 

He reached for your hands as you processed his words. Family. You already felt like he was. "Okay."

Bradley held your hands above your head and kissed you until you were whimpering for him. Then he unzipped his baseball pants and pulled himself free as you spread your legs wider. He ran his fingers along your pussy, head tipped back as he moaned your name. Then he coated himself up with his fingers before pressing inside you. 

"I love you," he whispered, fucking you nice and slow. It was his birthday, but you were the one getting it exactly how you needed it. "Love you so much, Kitten."

You combed your fingers through his hair, thinking about how he wanted even more of a commitment. What more could he give you right now? He made you feel like you had everything. 

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On Monday, you let Bradley pick your son up from summer camp. Everett came bounding toward him, surprised and excited that Bradley was there.

"Are we going to practice baseball stuff today?" Everett asked after he hugged Bradley.

"Nope," Bradley told him, turning his cap backwards and leading him toward the Bronco. "I've got something important that I need your help with."

Everett gasped. "Like a secret mission?"

"Exactly like that," Bradley replied, opening the back door for Everett to climb in.

He'd given this a lot of thought after spending the weekend at your house, falling even more in love with the two of you. After Saturday morning pancakes and an outing to hunt for baseball cards, Bradley treated everyone to a movie and popcorn. The fact that you and Everett wanted him to sit in the middle because you both wanted to be by him had him grinning. 

"Are we going to be spies?" Everett's eyes were huge as he buckled himself in. "They go on secret missions all the time for stuff."

"Not quite," Bradley replied with a laugh. "I need your help shopping."

Everett groaned as Bradley closed the door and climbed in the front seat. "But I don't like shopping!" he complained, and Bradley was still laughing. 

"I don't really either, kiddo. But this is shopping for something really important to me," he said, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. "Think you can help me out? Just this once? I'll get you a chicken nugget Happy Meal when we're done."

"Yeah," Everett sighed. And a few minutes later, Bradley was scooping him out of the booster seat and taking him inside the jewelry store. 

Once they were in front of the case of diamond rings, Bradley asked, "Do you think your mom would like any of these?" Maybe it was silly to ask a seven year old for help picking out an engagement ring, but Bradley knew you'd like the ring even more if they picked it out together. If you said yes.

Bradley's palms were starting to sweat as Everett scanned everything inside the case. Things were moving fast. There was a solid chance you were going to say no. Or tell him you weren't ready. But Bradley wanted this. He needed to know what was coming next if he moved into your house. He wanted to know he could be with the two of you forever. 

Just as he felt a wave of panic wash over him, Everett pointed at one ring in particular. "That one looks like a baseball," he said, looking up at Bradley and grinning. "I think she would like a baseball ring from you."

"Yeah?" Bradley asked, bending to look at it. When the shop owner came over, he only asked to see that one ring. It was really pretty, and it seemed like something you would wear. Just a solitaire diamond with a platinum band. It was elegant and simple. Not overly frilly, but still something that made you want to stop and look at it. And once Bradley was holding it in his hand, he really thought it was perfect. 

He braced himself to hear the price while he dropped the ring into Everett's hand. Everett tried it on his index finger and laughed at how big it was. The price was manageable, and Bradley briefly considered sending a picture of it to Molly for final approval before deciding against it. 

"You know what?" he asked Everett. "I think we did a good job with this."

"We did," Everett replied with a nod. "She's gonna like it."

Bradley handed the ring across the counter along with his credit card. "I'll take it." He had no idea if it would fit you, but they could deal with that later. Because now he was in a state of shocked anticipation. He wanted to drive right to your place and beg you to marry him. He wanted to show you the ring and hope you'd say yes. 

"She'll like anything you give her. Especially if you say you want to get married!" Everett said with wide eyes. 

"I hope you're right, kiddo," Bradley said, running his hand through his hair. But now Everett's forehead was scrunched with concern. "What's wrong?"

Everett got quieter as he asked, "Does this mean you'll be my dad?"

Bradley swallowed hard and knelt down in front of him. Everett's eyes were so open and sincere, curious to know what this meant for him. "Ev," he started, unsure about how to answer. "If your mom and I are going to get married, then I'll be there all the time. I'll move into your house. We can do your homework together, and eat dinner. And I'll take you outside to play every day. Does that make sense?"

"But will you be my dad?" he asked again, and Bradley pulled him into a tight hug. Because he wanted to be. But he couldn't make a promise without talking to you. Without proposing to you first.

"I hope so, okay?" Bradley's voice was deep and raspy. "I love you."

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Unwanted: Chapter 26, Unsurprising - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: Nat gave you some very interesting, and disturbing news.

A/N: ::giggles like school girl::

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“Buck,” you hissed, shaking his sleeping form. You hadn’t been on the phone with Nat for that long; there’s no way he should be sleeping this deeply already. “Wake the fuck up!”

He groaned and rolled over, looking at you through sleepy eyes. “Pocket?” he groaned, bringing up a hand to rub at his forehead. “I told you, I’m not just gonna fuck you if it doesn’t mean anything.”

You shoved him. “That’s not why I’m here, asshat!” you hissed. “Something’s happened!”

Bucky bolted upright and flipped on the bedside lamp. “What is it?” he asked, looking alarmed as he ran his eyes over your frame. “Are you alright? Are there complications? Do you need to go back to the hospital?” You were surprised that his immediate response was concern for your welfare, though you shouldn’t have been– Bucky had always been protective– until it came to protecting you from his actions, of course. 

“No,” you said, reassuring him, “I’m fine. Something happened at the Tower. With Carthage.” You quickly recapped what Natasha had texted you, adding the sparse details she’d provided during your call.

“So, she quit?” he asked. “That’s great!”

“No, baby,” you said, and if either one of you noticed the endearment that slipped out, you didn’t acknowledge it. “Fuck… I’m just gonna say it because I don’t know how to put it delicately: Jade’s an undercover Hydra operative and her mission was to bring you back to them so they could reclaim you as their asset.”

You weren’t sure what reaction you had expected from Bucky– shock? Anger? Tears? Any one of them, or, hell, a combination of all three, would have been more than appropriate and expected.

What you had not been expecting, however, was fucking laughter. You looked at him blankly for a minute, wondering if you’d looked this crazy when you’d started laughing after Dr. Carson had informed you of your miscarriage.

“It’s not funny, Buck,” you said, annoyed. 

“It’s fucking hilarious, doll!” Bucky gasped, tears coming to his eyes from how hard he was laughing now. “She’s a Hydra agent? She’s got TicTac followers, for Christ’s sake!”

You could feel your blood pressure rising in your veins. Oh, you were getting angry at him, now. “First of all, it’s fucking TikTok, and I don’t know why we have to keep having that conversation! And second,” you took a breath, knowing this was probably not the most appropriate time to start something, but not being able to let it go, “I cannot fucking believe that, after everything, all the bullshit you fed me tonight in the living room, you’re still taking her side, taking her word over mine, as if I would make an accusation like that without any fucking proof!”

Bucky’s demeanor sobered up in an instant, as if you’d physically knocked the laughter out of him. He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Oh, sweets, no– that’s not… that’s not why I’m laughin’. I believe you; trust me, I learned my lesson there. No, it’s fucking hilarious, because of course she’s a Hydra agent. It explains everything, actually.” He didn’t need to elaborate for you to catch his meaning– of course she would have only pursued him so aggressively because it was her mission objective to do so. He must have felt himself so foolish to think that she would have had real feelings for him. You thought for a second that the realization should make you angry– you hadn’t needed a secret agenda to love him, after all, but then, he probably thought you didn’t love him anymore, either; you’d certainly given no indication of it. Even now, he still viewed himself as so completely undeserving of affection, and that just made your heart heavy with sadness.

“I don’t think it was just her mission,” you said, not really sure why you were about to come to the defense of the woman who’d made your life a living hell, but also knowing that you couldn’t stand for him to think he was unloveable. “She had the perfect opportunity to incapacitate you and bring you back to them on the Russia trip.” Ugh, just saying those two words left a sick taste in your mouth. “You were alone, in their territory, and she… she had you in an extremely vulnerable position. It would have been so easy for her to incapacitate you there, deliver you to them. But she didn’t. Whatever her mission objective is, I’m pretty sure she’s got one of her own, and I think it’s just you.”

Bucky studied you quizzically. “Are you… trying to reassure me? Because trust me, Pocket, it’s no skin off my back if she never actually cared about me, though it does make me regret everything even more.”

“I just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I just don’t want you thinking the only reason someone would want you is because they were told to,” you said after a minute. “That they were pretending. I’ve seen the way she looked at you, and it drove me absolutely crazy, because I know that’s how I look at you, too. I’m just saying, in her own fucked up way, I think she does care for you, whatever that means to her.”

Bucky’s head tilted as he looked at you, eyes gone gooey. “Present tense,” he said softly.

“What?”

He held your cheek into his big hand, rubbing a thumb along the line of your cheek bone. “You said that’s how you look at me. Not looked. Present tense, not past.” 

You snorted; you’d walked right into that. “Just because I stopped trusting you doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you,” you admitted. 

“Pocket,” he said, leaning closer to you, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay? If you don’t want me to, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“What happened to not wanting to be intimate with me if it’s not going to mean anything,” you exhaled. He was impossibly close now, but you hadn’t told him to stop. Not yet.

His breath teased your lips. “I think we both know now it’s anything but meaningless,” he said. His lips brushed across yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Tell me to stop,” he said again in a final warning, but you both knew you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. All you could do was close the millimeters of distance remaining between you until his mouth was on yours, begging for you to let him in.

So you did. And it was like a sudden summer downpour after a drought. A ray of warm sunlight breaking through the chill of snow clouds. The first blossom unfurling from the ground to signal the true arrival of Spring. It was finally coming home, all encompassing and everything you’d ever needed, a promise of sweetness and new beginnings. And it was over all too soon. 

Bucky broke the kiss, chuckling as you greedily chased after his lips with your own, a pitiful whine escaping them at the loss of contact. “Come back here,” you grumbled, reaching for him to bring him closer, but Bucky leaned away from you. 

“Told you, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling down the covers next to him and beckoning for you to join him in the bed, “I’m not gonna have you if I can’t have all of you. Now get in bed.”

Son of a bitch. He wasn’t playing fair. “Not sure how that translates to me getting in bed with you, Barnes,” you said, definitely crossing your arms over your chest. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and picked you up, gently depositing you in the space he’d made for you inside his covers, and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak. “If you think I’m gonna let you sleep on your own when we have no idea where Carthage is, you’re crazier than I thought,” he said, pulling the sheet and blankets up around you. “Now go to sleep.” 

If you hoped he was going to wrap you in his arms and hold you close while you drifted off, you were in for disappointment. Instead, he left a respectable distance between the two of you, then, checking behind the nightstand to make sure his gun was where he’d left it, turned off the bedside lamp. “G’night, sweets,” he called softly before settling on his side, facing away from you.

“Night, Buck,” you whispered into the dark, more confused than ever before.

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The Avoiding Act

Warnings: unhealthy studying methods, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Hey! Can you do MCU x Teen!reader, whose been feeling stressed out lately (I have exams coming up) and she also struggles with mental health. She constantly avoids the team because she knows they'll tell her to sit down and take a break, but one day they forcefully make her sit down and talk to them, and they're all telling her to take it easy and that they believe in her or something, and she's starts tearing up because she's never had anyone tell her reassuring things before she met the team, and one of them (preferably Bucky, Loki, Tony, or Steve) just hugs them? And like they end up watching Disney movies or something, and she falls asleep on Tony or Steve? Thank you!

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Summary: Your team hasn’t really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried

A/N: This isn’t my best work- but I don’t think it’s too bad; also I wrote this forever ago and just forgot to publish it

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You practically had it down to a point by now. You had memorized your entire team's schedule in such a way that you could avoid them perfectly.

Steve was using the training levels at exactly 5:05 every morning, being the first one up- besides you. That was easy, just avoid all of the workout rooms. Bucky was sometimes up at that time as well, but he just stayed in his room.

Up next was Nat and Bruce. Nat would start off her day on the balcony of either her room or the one connected to the living room. Bruce would make a beeline for his lab right away and hide in there for a while. So naturally, you just skipped out on all three of those places.

That’s when it got complicated. The late sleepers were Sam, Tony, and Clint. Meaning, their schedules were unpredictable. But that was only in the sense that you didn’t know which time they would get up. All three of them would head straight to the kitchen as soon as they got up though, so all you had to do was make sure that you weren’t in there any later than 10:00.

That left your room, which you never stayed in because then they would be able to find you, and any other of the many empty rooms left in Avengers Tower.

Some might call you paranoid, but you made sure to switch rooms every two hours, that way you weren’t in one place long enough for them to find you there.

The reason you were avoiding your team?

It wasn’t becuase you didn’t want to see them or loved them dearly, it was simply becuase you needed to study.

To outsiders, that would seem like a weird reason to be hiding from your loved ones, but not when it came to you.

When you studied, you studied.

You hardly ever took breaks- not even to eat and sleep.

And if your team knew this, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that they would try to make you take a break. To take care of yourself.

You couldn’t have that happening, the biggest exam of the year was in three days and taking a break was not an option.

It was a day like any other in the past week, you were in a random conference room on the seventh floor, going on the eighth day without seeing your team for more than five minutes a day.

Like normal, you were hunched over a textbook, eyes sweeping back and forth along the pages as you eagerly tried to take in any bit of knowledge you could come upon.

It was well past dinner- not that you had eaten other than a granola bar early in the morning before the late risers made it to the kitchen- and your team, six floors up, were sitting around one of the many living rooms.

“So you’re telling me that nobody saw Y/N today?” Steve asked, standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows creased with worry.

Clint and Sam shook their heads in sync from their respective positions on the couch in front of him. Bucky, who was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, repeated the gesture.

Nat and Tony both let out identical signs at this, the redhead running a hand through her hair.

“It’s been like this all week,” Bruce spoke up, concern lacing his tone, “I’ve hardly seen her for more than two minutes a day. Whenever I try to find her- she’s not anywhere I’d think she would be.”

“Same,” Natasha piped up, “It’s almost like she’s avoiding us.”

“You don’t think… she’s actually avoiding us, do you?” Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat.

Steve ran a hand down his face and sighed, “Why would she avoid us, though?”

Even Tony had the decency not to interject with one of his normal, snide comments. Instead, he announced, “JARVIS, tell me where she is.”

The team's eyes all widened in sync, clearly none of them had once thought of using the AI system to find you.

Instead of boasting about how he was just smarter than they were like Tony normally would, he just kept his lips in a thin, closed line and awaited the answer.

“Miss. L/N is currently occupying conference room number seventy two, on the sixth floor.” JARVIS’s voice rang out through the room, and everyone was on their feet in an instance.

Within the last week, every one of them had gone out of their way to try and look for you, never knowing where you were or if you were alright.

The door to your study room flew open and you let out a small yelp of surprise, jumping at the unanticipated arrival of every member of your team.

It was silent for a moment after they all pushed and shoved past each other to stumble into the room, as you all just stared at each other.

“O-oh, hey guys,” You stuttered, letting out a small, nervous chuckle, “What’re you doing here?”

“Why’ve you been avoiding us?” Sam blurted out without answering your question.

Multiple people face palmed and let out slight groans at his bluntness. Bucky- who was standing closest to him- slapped him upside the head. With his metal hand.

That had to hurt.

The question immediately made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, visually crawling back into your shell.

“I’m not avoiding you,” The words weren’t as firm as you would’ve liked.

“No?” Tony asked with a singular raised eyebrow, “Then why have we only seen you for five minutes in total this week?”

You shrugged, “I’ve been busy!”

“Busy doing what?” Clint prompted.

That was when you fell silent.

Your team didn’t say anything, though. They just kept staring, awaiting your reply.

The silence dragged and dragged, suffocating the room and everyone in it until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Studying,” You finally said softly.

Another silence followed, but this one was broken by Bruce, “And how many breaks have you taken to take care of yourself?”

They all knew you so well, they knew what your study habits were like. How unhealthy they were.

You shrugged stiffly, moving your eyes to face anywhere but where they stood.

“N/n,” Nat sighed, moving over to you, “You need to take care of yourself. This isn’t healthy.”

Steve moved up beside her, watching as you still avoided looking at any of them, tears filling your eyes, “We only say this because we care about you.”

His words were what finally made the first tear slip down your face.

“I know,” You whispered.

With a sigh, Steve opened his arms and wrapped them around you in a much needed hug.

Almost instantly, you broke down, relaxing in his arms and crying and crying until there were no tears left.

Someone from around you gently moved a piece of hair out of your face and someone else rubbed your back comfortingly.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were surrounded by your team- the people that cared for you more than anyone- who all wore soft expressions.

“Let’s take a break,” Steve whispered, stopping down to place a kiss on the top of your head, “You deserve it.”

Sniffling slightly, you nodded and allowed your team to lead you away and to one of the living rooms.

Tony had announced that you would all be having a movie night and you would be the one to pick what to watch.

Normally, there would be a lot fighting and bickering about what movie- but nobody said a word this time.

Some went off to get snacks- others getting blankets- as you all spread out around the room comfortably.

You ended up between Steve and Nat on the couch, the ladder absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair whilst you picked what you wanted to watch.

In the end, you settled on an old Disney classic, and we’re able to settle in while the opening music began to play.

“Thank you, guys.” You said softly to the room, truly meaning it.

“No need to thank us, n/n. We’re here for you. No matter what.” Steve said from beside you.

By the time the credits rolled around, you were fast asleep, breathing steadily with your head resting against Steve’s shoulder.

Said man smiled down softly at you, making sure to keep his movements to a minimum as you got some much needed sleep, surrounded by your loved ones.

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Burning match

pairings: kate bishop x fem!reader

summary: shutting off your feeling is not the best idea, but talking about them hurts too much.

warnings: swearing, character gets badly hurt, mentions of injuries, men, reader being stubborn, some angst with happy ending:)

word count: 5.5k

an: this one is little longer, but i didnt feel like cutting it in halfway, hehe, hope you´ll like it!:)

part one | part two

!MDNI!

"Come on, try again." Natasha says as she hold the lap for you to hit it.

The past few weeks, you´ve been trying to keep yourself busy. Small missions. Paper work. Training with Natasha. Spending time with MJ and Peter in Queens. Everything to keep Kate away. Everyone realized that something is wrong, that´s the main reason, why Fury didn´t give you a long or a hard missions. He couldn´t risk you being reckless, but he also didn´t want to keep you out of the game.

"I´m trying!" You yell as you hit the boxing paw, but you didn´t cover your face, so Natasha hits you back.

"Your mind is somewhere else. I need you to be here with me." The redhead put her hand back up, for you to try again. "If we would be on the field, you´d be dead by now." She states, hoping it will motivate you, but it did the exact opossite.

"That would be great, actually." You try to hit her paw, but she put her hands down.

"(Y/N)…" Natasha looks at you and takes off the paws.

"What are you doing?" You are supposed to train for another fifty minutes.

"We´re having a break. Sit down." You sit down, taking off your gloves. "Are you gonna talk to me, or just pretend like everything is great?" Natasha sits down as well.

You shrug. "It's complicated, Nat. I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning. I'm here to listen." She looks at you.

"It's about feelings. Complicated feelings," you admit, fidgeting with the edge of your gloves.

"Remember when I used to have a crush on Wanda? Well, it turns out those feelings are just exchanged with a different feelings.. with different someone…"

Natasha nods, her expression encouraging you to continue.

"It´s Kate," you continue, the weight of the unspoken emotions settling between you. "I never expected to feel this way again, but it's there. And I can't face her. I can't face anyone, really."

Natasha's eyes reflect empathy as she absorbs your words. "Feelings are messy, (Y/N), but running from them won't make them disappear. You've got to confront them, understand them, and then decide what to do next."

You look down at your hands, the moment feeling like a barrier between you and the vulnerability of your emotions. "I already decided, I don´t want to confront them at all. It´s just… overwhelming."

Natasha reaches over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to figure it all out at once. Take it one step at a time. Talk to Kate. See where it goes. And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And like with Wanda it either will go away or you will figure it out."

You sigh. "It was different with Wanda. In many ways. I don´t think it will be the same. They are both totally different people." You say as you think about that time of your life.

"What was different? Having a bro code with Pietro?" Natasha asks, without missing a beat and that makes you smile and roll your eyes.

The door swings open, your gaze lifts, only to meet the eyes of the archer you've been succesfully avoiding. Instantly, your posture tenses, a reflexive response to the presence.

Kate walks in, but stops as she notices you´re with Natasha, "can I have a minute with (Y/N)?"

Natasha looks at you and you just nod. Which makes Natasha stand up and leave the room.

"So…" Kate starst, but she is actually not really sure how to start at all.

"So…" You look at her and she sits down next to you."You had a sparing session with Natasha?" Kate asks, looking at the gloves on the ground.

"Um- yeah, yeah, I had." You nod as well as Kate.

The room holds an unspoken tension. Kate breaks the silence with a question that cuts through the charged atmosphere.

"Am I too annoying?" Kate's gaze is probing, searching for confirmation in your eyes.

Your response is quick, "What? No! Of course not!"

Kate interrupts, her tone cutting, "You've been off. So what's your problem?"

"I don´t have a problem." You shrug.

"You don´t? Well even Mike thinks you´re kinda off…" Kate states.

A scoff escapes your lips involuntarily, and you mutter mockingly, "oh Mike thinks that.."

The archer looks at you and raise her eyebrow, "what´s that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it, nothing." You look away, already feeling like you gonna explode.

"Say it." You can feel that the atmosphere didn´t clear out at all.

"No, it´s nothing important." You look back at her.

"(Y/N), say it!" Kate is on the verge of exploding too, you can feel it and even see it.

"Okay, fine! Your boyfriend, he´s a dick." Okay, that slipped out. Shit, that shouldn´t have slipped out.

Oh god.

You succesfully shocked the archer, she is completly stunned. "What's your problem with Mike?" Kate's voice rises, defensive and confrontational.

"It's this something about him." you take a deep breath, the tension escalating. "You deserve better." There it is, you finally said it. Maybe a little differently then you wanted, but you did.

The declaration becomes a spark igniting an unexpected blaze. Kate's eyes narrow, a mixture of frustration and anger surfacing. "You don't know him like I do. You don't get to judge my choices. Who do you think you are to say these things?!"

The argument escalates, a collision of conflicting emotions, and before you know it, the room becomes a battleground once again. Before you could find your words, trying to save it, she speaks once again.

"I don't need this. I thought we could talk, but clearly, I was wrong."

And with that, Kate storms out, leaving you alone in the sparring room, the echoes of the confrontation lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

Fuck.

...

After the heated confrontation with Kate, the sparring room feels like a vacuum, the lingering echoes of the argument still resonating in the air. Hours pass, marked by the ticking clock and the persistent sound of rain against the windows. Eventually, you decide to venture back to the living room, a sense of emptiness accompanying each step.

As you enter the living room, you open the fridge in hopes that you will find a fresh icy cold water bottle. Finally you have a little luck in your life and there it is. As you take few sips from it you speak out. "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., have you seen Kate around?" you inquire, your voice betraying a hint of sadness.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds with a measured tone, "Miss Bishop is currently on a mission with Mr. Rogers and Miss Belova. They left a forty minutes ago."

A pang of regret tightens your chest. The opportunity to apologize and mend things with Kate slips through your fingers, replaced by a sense of longing and missed chances.

"Alright, thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you mutter, retreating to a corner of the living room. The rain outside matches the melancholy mood within, creating a backdrop for the emotional storm you find yourself caught in.

...

You find solace in the embrace of your bed, its comfort offering a temporary refuge from the emotional turmoil that swirls within. The room, dimly lit by the glow of the bedside lamp, becomes a sanctuary where you can confront the tangled web of feelings.

Wrapped in the warmth of blankets, you replay the events in your mind, analyzing each word and gesture. Regret sticks with you, and the longing to bridge the gap between you and Kate grows with each passing moment. The desire to apologize, to untangle the knots of misunderstanding, becomes a persistent ache that refuses to dissipate.

But was it a misunderstanding? Or just something you held in yourself for a really long time?

As the rain continues its rhythmic dance against the window, time seems to stretch, each moment weighed down by the emotional heaviness. The glow of the bedside clock ticks away, a constant reminder of the day slipping through your fingers.

Messages from MJ and Peter light up your phone, concerned inquiries that you choose to ignore for now. You will answer them later. Maybe.

The dim glow of the bedside clock casts a faint light in the room as your phone incessantly lights up with notifications. Ignoring it initially, you think it´s MJ or Peter again. However, the persistent buzzing becomes too insistent to ignore, pulling you back to the harsh reality beyond the cocoon of your thoughts.

A new notification pops up, catching your attention. It's from Yelena, and the message sends a shiver down your spine. "Kate got into an accident. We're at the hospital."

The words hang in the air, a chilling realization that transcends the emotional turmoil you've been grappling with. The cocoon of solitude suddenly feels fragile, the threads unraveling in the face of an unforeseen crisis.

Before you can fully process the gravity of the situation, your phone vibrates with an incoming call from Natasha. With a sense of foreboding, you answer, your voice catching in your throat.

"(Y/N), it's about Kate. There's been an accident," Natasha's voice is steady but laced with an underlying tension. "They're at the St.Nicholas. Steve said it's serious. You need to come, but please drive carefuly." Natasha´s voice cracks and that makes your stomach drops even lower.

Without a second thought, you spring into action, a surge of adrenaline propelling you out of the room and into the stormy night. The rain outside mirrors the tempest within as you navigate the path to the hospital, the glow of your phone lighting the way with messages that now hold a newfound urgency.

The rain-drenched streets blur as you rush towards the hospital, heart pounding in your chest. The vivid lights of the emergency room entrance greet you as you finally arrive, breathless and soaked. Your gaze scans the room, finding Natasha, Steve, and Yelena huddled together, their faces etched with worry.

Ignoring the pull of exhaustion, you hurry towards them, relief and anxiety warring within you. Natasha, noticing your arrival, steps forward, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding.

"(Y/N), she's stable now," Natasha says softly, her hand resting reassuringly on yours as she stops you from coming into the room. "But they won't let us visit her just yet."

A mix of emotions floods over you – relief that Kate is stable, yet a lingering unease at the unknown extent of her injuries. The hospital's sterile ambiance amplifies the tension in the air as Steve steps forward, his usually stoic expression betraying a deep concern.

"There was a room filled with explosive material, and it detonated while she was near it," Steve explains, the weight of the situation evident in his voice. "She's lucky to be alive."

As Steve explains, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach. The image of Kate, caught in the blast, flashes in your mind. The once trivial disagreements now seem insignificant, overshadowed by the reality of Kate's perilous situation.

Yelena remains silent, her eyes revealing the worry she can't put into words. The waiting room becomes a space suspended in time, a limbo between the fear of the unknown and the hope for Kate's recovery.

For now, the only option is to wait – to wait for news, for permission to visit Kate, and, above all, for a sign that she will pull through.

...

Time seems to stretch as the group anxiously awaits news about Kate. The sterile waiting room is filled with hushed conversations and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. The air is thick with anticipation until finally, a doctor emerges, breaking the tense silence.

"Miss Bishop is stable. She's going to be okay," the doctor announces, a collective sigh of relief escaping from those gathered. "However, she needs time to recover. The explosion caused many injuries, and she's currently sleeping."

Steve, Yelena, and Natasha exchange grateful glances, and a sense of gratitude washes over them. The doctor continues, "You can visit her. We'll keep you updated on her progress."

As the trio heads toward Kate's room, you hesitate. The relief is palpable, but an overwhelming desire to be close to Kate prevails. Determined, you follow them into the room.

Kate lies peacefully on the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls. Machines softly hum, monitoring her vital signs. You can hear Yelena talk in russian, which you don´t understand at all.

Natasha places a gentle hand on Yelena´s shoulder, exchanging a few quiet words with her and Steve before leading them out, leaving you alone with your friend.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of monitors casting a gentle light on Kate's sleeping form. The exhaustion from the events of the day catches up with you, but an unwavering need to be there for Kate keeps you by her side.

You pull a chair close to the bed, taking Kate's hand in yours. The rhythmic beeping of the machines becomes a soothing backdrop as you sit there, unmoving, lost in the quiet vigil.

"I´m really sorry, Katie." You whisper, so much regret in those words. Hours pass, marked by the steady rise and fall of Kate's chest. Your mind is a tempest of emotions – relief, worry, gratitude. The ordeal has left you physically and emotionally drained. The chair feels uncomfortable, but you can't bring yourself to leave Kate's side.

As the night wears on, fatigue sets in. The hospital room becomes your bedroom now, interrupted only by the soft sounds of medical equipment. Unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids, you lean against the chair and finally fall asleep too.

...

Morning light filters through the hospital room's window, casting a soft glow on the still figure of Kate. The rhythmic sounds of medical equipment persist, a constant reminder of the fragile balance between recovery and the unknown. You wake up, the stiffness in your muscles a testament to the night spent in the uncomfortable chair.

The door creaks open, and Natasha enters, holding a small tray with a cup of water and a plate of food. Her eyes, though tired, hold a reassuring warmth.

"Hey," Natasha says softly, offering a small smile. "I thought you might need this."

Tears well up in your eyes as you take in the caring gesture. "Thanks, Nat."

Natasha places the tray on the table and pulls a chair closer. "How are you holding up?"

You shrug and glance at Kate, her peaceful slumber giving you a momentary respite. "The last time we talked, we had a fight," you confess, your voice choked with emotion.

Natasha leans forward, a comforting presence. "(Y/N), these things happen, especially in our line of work. What's important now is that she's going to be okay."

"I was too blind to let her be happy," you admit, the weight of regret settling in. "I should have never said anything."

Natasha reaches out, squeezing your hand gently. "You care about her, and that's what matters. The rest can be worked out later." She encourages you to eat and drink, a gentle reminder of the need to take care of yourself. The food feels tasteless, but with Natasha's support, each bite becomes a small triumph.

"Kate is strong, and she's going to pull through. You being here for her matters more than you realize," Natasha reassures, offering a comforting presence in the quiet hospital room.

Her words are stuck in your head. You are here. You are. Where is Mike?

"He's still not here, hasn't even bothered to check in," you mutter to Natasha, a sense of frustration coloring your tone.

Natasha furrows her brow, sensing the underlying tension. "Mike? Maybe he's just dealing with things in his own way."

"So if you had the love of your life in a hospital you wouldn´t care to find them?" You are once again getting angry, even though you are strongly agaisnt the man, maybe you are overreacting. Or maybe you are right the whole time. Thoughts are running in and out of your head. Too much things at the moment.

"(Y/N), people react differently in situations like these. Give him some time."

But the silence from Mike speaks louder than any explanation Natasha could offer. The realization stirs a mix of emotions — frustration, disappointment, and a strange sense of feeling you couldn´t name yet.

Natasha leaves the hospital room, offering a reassuring smile as she heads to the cafeteria to check up on Steve and Yelena. The door closes behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and sleeping Kate.

After some time, Natasha returns with Yelena, her expression serious. "Steve's heading back to the compound to take care of some calls and paperwork. He'll be back soon," she informs you.

The hospital room feels both empty and crowded, a paradoxical mix of solitude and shared concern. Yelena, seated by the window, looks up as Natasha speaks. "We´ll stay here with you for a while," Nat offers.

Grateful for the company, you nod, and Natasha takes a seat in the corner, while Yelena sits by Kate's bedside. The atmosphere in the room becomes more subdued, the weight of the events settling in.

After a little bit you step out to get some fresh air, a knot of tension lingers. The hallway outside is quiet, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts. As you turn to the bathrooms, you notice someone standing a little way down the corridor — Mike, Kate's boyfriend.

His presence catches you off guard, and a mixture of emotions surges within. The frustration from the previous thoughts intensifies, and a sense of unease accompanies the realization that he's here, yet the silence persists.

Mike looks up from his phone, noticing you. His expression is a mix of surprise and discomfort. The air between you is thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. It's a moment frozen in time, the hospital hallway becoming a silent arena for a confrontation that has been brewing beneath the surface.

Yelena and Natasha remain inside the room, unaware of the encounter in the hallway. The decision of whether to address the situation or let it linger hangs in the air, and as you lock eyes with Mike. You know Kate would not want you to go up to him and start a fight, but you can´t help it.

The air in the hospital hallway thickens as you approach Mike, who seems taken aback by your presence. A mix of frustration and anger simmers beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

"It took you a while to finally arrive," you say, the words laced with a mixture of scoff and irritation.

Mike doesn't respond with an apology or explanation. Instead, he meets your challenging gaze and, with a dismissive tone, retorts, "Why do you care?"

The confrontation escalates, each word becoming a verbal jab as the tension between you intensifies. Mike, rather than showing concern for Kate or acknowledging the gravity of the situation, responds with rudeness and indifference.

"Why do I care?!" There it is, the sharp exchange of words. "If she was my girlfriend, I would call, text—I would run into every hospital, until I would find her!" you shout, your frustration boiling over. But Mike remains unmoved, his calm demeanor only fueling the fire.

"But she's not," he speaks with an unsettling calmness.

The words hang in the air, a harsh reality that slaps you in the face. "What?" you stammer, caught off guard by the bluntness of his statement.

"You've said it yourself, if. She is not your girlfriend," Mike replies, his words cutting through the emotional turmoil like a knife.

The realization hits hard, the vulnerability beneath your anger exposed. The hurt, disappointment, and frustration converge into a surge of raw emotion.

Natasha, hearing the escalating confrontation, steps in, grabbing your hand to stop you from saying or doing anything impulsive. "You won't help her by this, (Y/N)," she says calmly, her grip a grounding force amid the tempest of emotions.

The hospital hallway becomes a silent witness to the tangled threads of relationships, the fractures laid bare in the harsh light of truth. As Natasha intervenes, you take a deep breath, grappling with the storm of emotions within. The focus shifts from the confrontation to the shared concern for Kate's well-being, a reminder that in the face of adversity, unity is more crucial than discord.

Natasha makes you take a few deep breaths, trying to diffuse the tension. Frustration still simmers within you, and you can't shake off the urge to do something impulsive. Your words to Natasha echo your volatile emotions.

"He's being an arrogant idiot," you mutter to Natasha, your anger palpable. "I swear, if I didn't care about Kate, I'd punch him."

Mike, unfazed, wears an arrogant smile as if reveling in the chaos he has incited. The atmosphere in the hospital corridor remains charged, the unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface. With a frustrated scoff you finally manage to go to the bathroom, to freshen up a little bit, or at least calm the anger burning inside you.

In the midst of the tension, a weak voice cuts through the air. Kate stirs in her hospital bed, her gaze flickering around the room as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Her eyes land on Yelena, who is engrossed in a magazine.

"What the hell was that?" Kate asks, her voice a mix of confusion and concern.

"Kate! You´re awake! Oh and that? (Y/N)." Yelena puts the magazine down.

"Is she okay?" Kate asks without a beat.

Yelena hesitates for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "She's… okay."

The ambiguity in Yelena's response doesn't escape Kate's notice. "Whats that supposed to mean?" Kate´s voice still very raspy from just waking up.

"Well curently she´s cursing at your boy for being a dick." The blonde chuckles, as she´s rooting for your win.

"She is?" Kate's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and concern.

"Yeah… I heard Natasha step in, too sad I wanted to see (Y/N) throw some fists, she could take him.." Yelena looks at Kate, "what? I´m just stating the facts."

Kate tries to sit up and leave the bed, but Yelena immedietly notices and tries to keep her in bed. "No, Kate, stay." But that doesn´t stop the injured archer.

Ignoring Yelena's attempts to keep her in bed, Kate go out the room, trying to piece together the events that led her here until her gaze finally lands on Natasha, a silent guardian in the midst of the unfolding drama. Mike´s back is facing Kate as she somehow walked out of her hospital room.

"You all are crazy, who do you think you guys are? Mighty heroes?" He laughs "At least Kate will realize how useless her bow and arrow is…"

"Mike…" Natasha tries as she meets Kate´s blue eyes. Her posture softens a little bit with relief as she notices that Kate is awake.

"If her dad was around maybe she would get some sences knocked into her, this is ridicilous. Pretending to be a hero." Kate barerly stands there, she hopes this is just a big hallucination from the pills they gave her. "And who is your inspiration, hm? A- a- hooker mixed with Lara Croft?"

Natasha steps forward with a slight smile on her face, "If I was you, I would choose your words more wisely."

"What did you just said?" Kate jumps in with a question, her voice cracking up a little bit.

Mike turns around, completly shifting his body language, "oh babe! You are awake!" He rushes to her side but Yelena is quick to walk out of the room and push him away.

"Возьми ее за руки, и я сломаю тебе все кости в твоем чертовом теле." Yelena is really ready to strike.

(translation: Get your fucking hands on her and I´ll break all of your bones in your god damn body.)

"Leave me alone, she is my girlfriend!" The guy states. "Mine, understand?!" He tries to fight off the Widow, but if anything it was more of a sad try on his side.

The dismissive tone and lack of accountability in Mike's words infuriate Kate. Her face contorts with anger as she delivers a stern message. "You need to leave, Mike. I don't want to see you."

"Babe-" Mike's another attempt at a protest is met with a stern gaze from Kate, cutting him off. "Go home, Mike. I need some space."

"It´s because of your freak friend, right? That poor (Y/N)…" He somehow gets Yelena´s hands off of him and adjust his jacket.

Kate's eyes narrow at the mention of your name, and a wave of frustration washes over her. "Go."

Before Mike can respond Natasha is leading him out of the sight, while Yelena helps Kate back to her bed.

Kate nods, a mix of gratitude and relief in her eyes. "Thanks, guys. Now, can someone fill me in on everything that happened?"

As Yelena explains everything from the mission to this moment, Natasha, with her keen sense of observation, follows the emotional trail to find you in the bathroom. The tension and frustration from the earlier confrontation still linger, and she approaches you with a steady but understanding gaze.

"Kate is awake," Natasha announces, her words breaking through the quiet reflection in the bathroom.

The news propels you into action. Without a second thought, you practically sprint back to the hospital room where Kate is, your heart racing with a mix of anxienty and relief.

With Yelena and Natasha giving you some privacy, the atmosphere in the hospital room becomes more intimate. Kate looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity, and you can sense the unspoken questions lingering in the air.

"You really went to fight for me out there," Kate says, breaking the silence. Her voice is soft, filled with appreciation.

You give her a small smile. "Of course, Kate. He´s such an- anytime."

Kate chuckles at your words, "I appreciate it. More than you know." You find yourself sit next to her side once again. "I just couldn't stand by and let him hurt you. You mean a lot to me."

Kate's expression softens, and she reaches out to take your hand. "You mean a lot to me too. I didn't expect anyone to stand up for me like that."

"Well, get used to it," you say with a playful grin. "I've got your back. And now more than ever, miss walking into a room with explossives." You playfully tease her.

Kate just laughs, even though it hurts her a little bit.

"So, what did you do in the hallway, before Nat stepped in?"

You can't help but chuckle, the tension dissipating. "Oh nothing, just me telling off to your not-so-charming boyfriend."

Kate raises an eyebrow wanting to say something totally different then the thing she left out. "Hm, alright then."

"You should get some rest," you smile as you put the blanket over her. "I´m fine, actually I don´t feel much pain." Kate says as she visible fights off the sleepiness.

"That´s because you´re high, Bishop." You chuckle.

"Hm… interesting, I didn´t though about it." She opens her eyes. "You´re so high."

"Yup. Probably, I mean… this stuff is good. It got the kick." She smiles as she shifts a little bit in her bed and she finally drift off.

...

As the days pass, you continue to be by Kate's side, offering support and companionship during her recovery in the hospital. Your presence becomes a source of comfort, and together, you navigate the challenges of rehabilitation. Feeling like you two are even closer than before, feeling so good around her as she does. You feel complete again.

Not a signle thought about Mike in yours or Kate´s head.

Finally, the day arrives when Kate is well enough to leave the hospital. You assist her in the wheelchair, wheeling her out of the hospital room and through the corridors. As you approach the compound, the familiar faces of the Avengers greet both of you with smiles and cheers. They've organized a "Welcome Back" party for Kate, a celebration of her recovery and return.

With the wheelchair parked in the midst of the festive atmosphere, Kate insists, "I can handle the wheelchair on my own, you know." You respond with a playful grin, "I like to push you around."

The words carry a lighthearted warmth, an acknowledgment of the bond that has grown stronger during these trying times. Kate chuckles, appreciating the sentiment behind your words.

Throughout the party, you continue to take care of Kate, ensuring she's comfortable and included in the festivities. The Avengers express their relief and happiness at seeing Kate back on her feet, and the atmosphere is one of shared joy and camaraderie.

As the night progresses, the two of you find a quiet corner to sit and talk. The glow of the party surrounds you, but in that moment, it's the connection between you and Kate that shines the brightest.

"You've been a real friend through all of this," Kate says, sincerity in her eyes.

"I just wanted to be here for you," you reply, a soft smile on your face. After a little you look back at her. "I had this crazy idea. Do you trust me, Bishop?" you ask, a playful smile on your face.

Kate looks at you with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervous anticipation. "Do I have a choice?" she replies, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Not really," you admit, your eyes dancing with excitement. "Fine, fine. I trust you." Kate nods.

"Okay, then get ready, because we´re going for a ride!" You say as you help her get back on the wheelchair. "It took me a little bit to figure it out, but I watched some youtube tutorials and I think it should work." You ramble to Kate, who still have zero idea what you´re talking about.

"Close your eyes, please,"you instruct, and Kate, now used to your playful antics, complies with a smirk.

As she close her eyes shut, you push the wheelchair, outside. Little cold breeze hitting the both of you. You push her infront of the homemade ramp, you made couple nights ago, thanks to some random guy on YouTube.

"Alright, open your eyes," you announce, stepping back to reveal your creation.

Kate opens her eyes, and her gaze shifts from you to the makeshift ramp. A mixture of surprise and excitement lights up her face. "What's all this? You won´t push me off, right?" she asks, with a giggle.

"I thought we could use a change of scenery," you say with a grin.

"And since our favorite place is the rooftop, I figured, why not bring it to you?" You smile, being really pround of what you´ve build. Deep down still hoping it won´t break as soon as Kate´s wheelchair will go on it.

"You built this?" Kate's eyes widen with appreciation as she takes in the effort you've put into creating a way for her to join you on the rooftop. You just nod at her question.

"This is amazing," Kate says, her voice filled with gratitude. "To the roof and beyond!" If this wouldn´t be Kate, you would find this quote use very cheesy, but since it´s Kate, you had to let out a chuckle.

With careful precision, you guide Kate up the improvised ramp, ensuring her safety as she rides to the rooftop. Once you both reach the top, a breathtaking view of the city awaits, and the sounds of the party below are replaced by the serene hum of the night.

Seated together on the rooftop, surrounded by the city lights, you and Kate share a moment of quiet companionship. The homemade ramp, a symbol of your dedication and the uniqueness of your connection, becomes a testament to the lengths you're willing to go to make each other happy.

As you sit side by side, overlooking the cityscape, Kate breaks the silence with a sincere look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about not listening to you."

You meet her gaze, the connection between you deepening. "I'm sorry about being right about your boy," you say with a playful laugh. Kate chuckles. "Well, I think it's good to burst out the bubble. He's not my boy anymore."

"What?" The shock in your voice is palpable.

"Yeah. I broke up with him, and he replied with a thumbs up and a 'You weren't even worth it.' So…"

"Oh my god, Kate, I'm so sorry-" You instinctively reach for her hand.

"No, you're not," she interrupts with a reassuring smile.

"Not about him, but… you don't deserve that. Who does he think he is? Oh my god, I'll tell him-" Now it's Kate's turn to take your hand. "Okay, Rambo, calm down," Kate teases. "I'm fine, really. And he´s the one not worth it."

"So he wasn´t the chosen one?" You tease.

"Oh that´t a low blow, (Y/L/N)" She roll her eyes, but laugh along with you.

As the night unfolds, the atmosphere between you two is not just warm; it's a comforting embrace that you don´t want ever lose again, even if it means being just friends with the archer.

Thank you for reading!!!

[togrowoldinv]

Weekend Trip

WandaNat x Female Reader

You’re set to marry Wanda, but when you meet Natasha things begin to change. One weekend away makes the three of you face your feelings for each other

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (W, N, R receiving), fingering, flirting, and smoking

Note: So, I watched match point today and got obsessed with Scarlett’s character. This Nat is loosely based on her. Enjoy this!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You take one last glance in the mirror and walk out of the room. Down the stairs, you can hear the bustle of the party.

Another one of your friend’s ritzy parties that you don’t want to attend, but you do so anyway. After all, the woman you are set to marry is waiting amongst the crowd.

Before you enter the party, you hear people chatting in the game room. It piques your curiosity, so you step into the room. Standing across from a man at the table tennis game is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. The man moves out of the room, and you see all of her. She’s wearing a white dress and an updo that leaves her neck exposed.  

“You up for a game?” she asks, her voice velvety.

“Sure,” you reply.

She looks you over as she picks up the paddle again. Two hits back and forth and you blast the ball past her.

“I’m impressed,” she says.

“May I?” you ask, walking to her side of the table.

She nods and smirks at you. You take her paddle and place it in her hands. Your front brushes against her back as you help her hit the ball.

“You play a good game,” she says.

The blonde turns to you and your shoulders now brush. She is close enough that you can smell her perfume.

“And you have perfect lips,” the words fall out of your mouth easily.

She seemingly pulls a cigarette and lighter out of thin air. It shouldn’t be as alluring as it is as she takes a few drags of the cigarette.

You gaze into each other’s eyes but are interrupted by someone walking into the room.

“Natasha, there you are,” your friend, Carol says.

“Hey babe,” Natasha, you know her name as now, says.

Natasha pulls away from you a bit and Carol kisses her.

“This is my fiancée, Natasha. Nat this is my friend y/n,” Carol introduces the two of you.

“Nice to meet you,” you say.

“Likewise,” she returns.

Carol and Nat slip into their own world briefly and you feel out of place. You excuse yourself to the party where you find your girlfriend.

“Hey Wanda,” you approach the woman. She smiles and throws her arms around your neck in excitement.

“I missed you,” Wanda says.

“I missed you too.”

You kiss the woman and when you pull away, you’re met with the eyes of Natasha. You shake off her gaze and direct your attention back to Wanda. The rest of the party goes by without much of any issues.

It’s not until the next week when you see Natasha on the street that things get complicated. You walked with her and waited outside for her to finish her audition. She comes out after and asks if you want to get a drink.

A few drinks in, you both get lost in conversation with each other.

“So, you’ve got it made with Wanda,” Natasha comments.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, I’d say so. You know Carol also works with Wanda’s dad’s company. Quite the set up. If you play it right, you’ll be good for life,” Nat says.

“And how could I play it wrong?”

Natasha chuckles and takes another sip of her drink. She leans over the table a bit and her breasts spill out of her shirt. She doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow her movements.

“You could make a pass at me,” Natasha says.

“What makes you think I’d do that?”

“I’m aware of the affect I have on women and men. But I prefer the women.” Natasha practically giggles at her words. “I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Right,” you say. “Let’s get you a cab.”

You go home to Wanda. She is listening to music and cooking when you get there.

“Hey baby,” Wanda greets you. “Good day?”

“Interesting one. Glad to be home,” you say.

You drop a kiss on her cheek and pour wine for both of you. After dinner, Wanda settles on the couch and opens her arms for you. You fall into them and start a movie together.

Wanda turns down the volume at a boring part and turns to you.

“So, Carol invited us on a trip with her and Natasha,” Wanda says.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My papa offered us the house upstate. Do you want to go?”

You mull it over. A weekend trip with your girlfriend and the woman you’ve been feeling attracted to lately probably isn’t the best idea. But when Wanda wants to do something, you must say yes. That much you know.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” you agree.

“Perfect. We leave tomorrow,” Wanda says. Her voice is cheery, and you know she really wanted to go.

The next day comes quickly and you and Wanda drive upstate. When you arrive, Natasha is there on the porch. She is wearing a purple button up shirt and smoking a cigarette as per usual.

“Hello Natasha!” Wanda greets her. Nat shares the greeting and hugs her.

“Where’s Carol?” You ask.

Nat winces at the name. “She’s not coming. We- um- we broke up.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Wanda jumps in first.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Nat.”

“It’s okay. We probably should’ve canceled this weekend, but Carol insisted I still come,” Natasha says.

“We’re glad you did. I’ll take our stuff to the bedroom. Y/n, can you and Nat get dinner going?” Wanda asks.

You both agree and head inside. Nat cuts vegetables as you get started on the meat. Wanda joins and you all settle at the dinner table once the cooking is finished.

Dinner is entertaining as you jump from topic to topic. You learn a lot more about Natasha and even about Wanda. Under the table, you take any chance you get to touch Wanda. By the time it’s over, Wanda is practically desperate for you.

But you hold fast. You turn on a movie as you sit on the couch with Natasha on one side and Wanda on the other. The blonde tries not to notice the way your hand is under the blanket and Wanda is randomly letting out soft moans.

“Maybe we should go to our room,” Wanda suggests after she realizes she’s moaning particularly loudly.

“And leave Natasha out?” You ask the question loud enough for both women to hear it.

Wanda gasps but she leans over to see how Natasha reacts. She sees fire in her eyes.

“That would be rude of us. Natasha, would you like to join us in the bedroom?” Wanda asks.

You slip the blanket off her lap to reveal your hand brushing over Wanda. Standing up, you offer Wanda your hand and you walk towards the bedroom.

Natasha doesn’t say anything, for once rendered speechless. But she follows you and Wanda.

“You can just watch for a minute,” you say to her.

Not waiting for a response, you pull Wanda in for a deep kiss. Her tongue brushes against yours. You waste no time slipping her panties down her legs and pulling her dress over her head.

Natasha watches as you devour Wanda. You lay down and bury your face between Wanda’s legs. Nat scoots closer to you and when you lift your head from Wanda’s pussy, Natasha takes her chance to kiss you.

Those perfect lips of hers dance with yours as she tastes you and the woman that’s on your tongue. You run a hand through her blonde hair as you kiss her deeper.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Wanda moans out.

“Yeah baby?” You ask. You keep your hand in Natasha’s hair and pull her down in between Wanda’s legs with you.

Your tongues mingle as they move through Wanda’s folds. Natasha takes Wanda’s clit between her fingers as you continue to use your mouth to please the woman.

“I’m gonna come,” Wanda mumbles.

“Come for us, Wanda,” Natasha says, her voice is deep with sensuality.

Wanda comes against your tongue and Natasha’s fingers. You lick her clean and Natasha kisses you quickly, wanting the taste of Wanda on her tongue again.

The blonde also leans up and kisses Wanda. Wanda groans and starts to open Natasha’s shirt. You reach up the back and unhook her bra as Wanda undoes the buttons.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, kissing the exposed skin of her back and neck.

“I need you,” Natasha says. She turns her head for you to capture her lips in a kiss.

Wanda slips off Natasha’s pants and buries her face between her legs. Natasha gasps into the kiss and leans back further into you.

“Ride my face,” Natasha instructs.

You slip out from behind her and take off your pants and underwear. Straddling her, you place your pussy right over her lips. You face Wanda so you can see as your girlfriend expertly eats Natasha out.

Nat lets out soft moans of pleasure from Wanda’s ministrations and from the taste of you on her tongue. You pick up the pace and she hangs right with you.

“Just like that, Natasha. Fuck!” you moan out.

Natasha’s own hips begin to shake and the woman comes hard against Wanda’s tongue. The sight is enough to make you come as well. Natasha hums and the vibrations feel so good that you’re close to coming again. When Wanda kisses Nat’s hips up to her breasts, you come for a second time at the sight.

“She’s so good for us,” Wanda says. She kisses you and helps you off Natasha’s face.

You lay between the women and catch your breath. Wanda kisses your cheek softly and snuggles into your side. You turn to Natasha and reach out your other arm for her.

“Feeling better?” You ask her.

“Very much,” she replies.

Natasha leans in and kisses you softly. It feels so soft, so domestic.

You all fall asleep together peacefully. You don’t know what the future holds, but you’re focused on this weekend alone. Wanda and Natasha here with you is everything you need.

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What Can I Say?

Requested: yes

Summary: Jake gives you news that you never would have expected.

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

“Please, say something, Sweets,” Jake pleaded with you. “Anything, please.” The two of you had been standing in silence for the past five minutes. There was a stunned look on your face as you stared at his anxious expression. You honestly had no idea what to say to your friend's shocking news.

The constant ringing of your doorbell drew you up from your couch with a groan. “For God's sake, I’m coming!” You called before you ripped your door open, almost hard enough to pull it off the hinges. Just as you were about to rip the person a new one, your face softened at the sight of Jake. The pilot was standing on your front porch with an anxious smile. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Hey, darlin,’” He grinned slightly. The nickname almost made you blush. Jake had been calling you nicknames like that ever since the two of you became friends. “Can I come in?” With a nod, you stepped aside and allowed Jake into your home.

Making his way to your living room, Jake stopped in his tracks before turning to face you. Your eyebrows furrowed at his nervous state. “Everything alright, Flyboy?” That put a small smile on his face.

Jake sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes drifted downward. You waited patiently for him to being speaking. “I just,” He started, nerves shining through his voice more prominent than the sun. “I really needed to talk to you.” Now his words were scaring you. Throughout your friendship, the two of you hardly fought. Sure, there were a few occasions when you would have disagreements, but you could always push through them easily. Now, you had no idea what to expect.

You stepped forward, setting a hand on his exposed forearm. The muscle flexed under your touch. “Jake? What’s going on?” Watching him with worried eyes, you waited for the pilot to explain himself.

When his hands grasped yours, you sensed the severity of the matter even more than before. His eyes were wide as he decided on his words. As he squeezed your hands, you began to prepare for the worst.

“Well Sweets,” He started, a soft but dazzling smile taking over his face. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” Laughing quietly to himself, Jake’s eyes lock with yours. There was a look in his eyes that you hadn’t noticed before. One that almost looked like… love? His hands squeezed yours. “I’m so in love with you.” He softly exhaled, almost breathlessly. It was so quiet that you could hardly hear him. But you knew what he said.

Over the ringing in your ears, it was hard to tell what he said next.

That brought you to where you were now. Jake’s hands were still holding yours, only now, there was a look of terror on his face, as if he had just made the worst mistake possible. Your wide eyes were fixed on his nervous expression as you processed the information.

Your best friend was in love with you. You never would have guessed that that’s what he had to tell you. Here you were, prepared for the worst, and Jake tells you something that you had been waiting for him to say for years.

When you and Jake first became friends, you found it hard to not fall for the cocky pilot. You had tried, no matter how much crap Nat gave you, you had tried. And yet, you couldn’t help but fall for the man. Without noticing, you began to loosen your hold on Jake’s hands. His face fell. He should have known that this would only make things complicated between you two. The pilot expected you to pull away and distance yourself from him.

What he didn’t expect was for you to launch yourself into his arms and curl around his torso. You ginned into the soft fabric of his T-shirt. Slowly, Jake’s arms wound around your smaller frame. His chin rested on the top of your head. This may not have been what he was expecting, but he sure wasn’t complaining.

You tilted your head up, eyes locking with his with a wide smile. Jake returned your smile, the weight on his shoulders lifting as you squeezed your arms around his waist. “I love you, too, Flyboy.” His arms tightened around you, chin dropping to rest on your head with a loving smile. He loved you so, so much.

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Hot Milf’s Kitten

Part 3

MILF Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

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18+ MINORS DNI

Since graduation, the relationship between the three sisters was wearing thin. Nat has tried with both Yelena and Y/N but neither wants to give her the time of day just yet. So she could only confide in her best friend.

“I just hate this Wanda.” Nat told her, her head in her hands. “Both of them hate me.”

“No they don’t.” Wanda spoke softly.

“They do.” Nat told her. “I apologised and they still left.”

“You have to understand, it’s not just recently that affected them. It’s been building up over the years.” Wanda told her. “They both just need time.”

“How is Y/N? I haven’t seen her since she cleared out her room here.” Nat asked her.

“Well, she is stressed.” Wanda told her. “She is working under Jarvis.”

“At Stark Industries?” Nat grimaced as Wanda nodded.

“Yup.” Wanda spoke. “He knew of her crush too when we were still married but now.”

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Nat asked her as Wanda shrugged.

“I don’t think so.” She answered. “Whenever he comes for the twins, she isn’t at home. She doesn’t want to cause any complications.”

“That’s Y/N for you.” Nat smiled as Wanda nodded. “Always looking out for everyone but herself.”

When Wanda returned home, she decided to cook Y/N’s favourite meal for her coming home. Not really expecting Jarvis to return with the twins earlier than expected. So as she heard the doorbell ring, she answered it, not really pondering the possibility.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him as the twins went straight to their room.

“I have a work trip.” He told her as he closed the door behind him. “So, I have to bring them back.”

“Seriously?” Wanda scoffed.

“I have a responsibility Wanda.” He told her as she shook her head. “Besides, I know about Y/N.”

“What?” She whispered as he chuckled, a glint of malice in his eye.

“Yeah, the boys wouldn’t stop going on about how they love her living with you. Telling me how fun she is and how happy she makes you.” He sneered as Wanda shook her head. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I don’t have to tell you a thing.” Wanda countered as he shook his head.

“When it comes to you having someone new around my kids, it has everything to do with me.” He told her angrily as Wanda tilted her head. “You told me when we were married I had nothing to worry about.”

“You didn’t.” She told him.

“Then what changed with her?” He asked her as Wanda shook her head and walked to the door, opening it for him.

“Leave.” She told him firmly. “Now.”

“Wanda.” He tried as she shook her head.

“Get out of my house.” She told him, venom in her tone. He just chuckled dryly and walked past her, not sparing her a second glance. Once she closed the door, she took a deep breath before she headed back towards the kitchen, finishing making dinner for the four of them now.

“Wanda?” Y/N called out as she took off her shoes and jacket, soon walking towards the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she noticed Wanda’s defeated demeanor.

“I wanted to have a special night with you but we have the twins with us tonight.” She told her sadly.

“That’s ok.” Y/N told her, wrapping her arms around Wanda’s waist. “It will still be a special night with you and the boys.” Wanda looked into her tired eyes. “We can watch movies, play games, do everything and have a fun family night.” Wanda’s heart soared at her words, leaning up to kiss her lips tenderly.

“Well, go and get cleaned up, dinner will be ready soon.” Wanda told her, Y/N nodded as she did as she was told. Wanda turned back to her task with a smile on her face.

Once Wanda had set the table, she heard three sets of footsteps, smiling as she heard the twins tell Y/N about their day. Soon the four of them were sitting down to eat, listening to the twins ramble on about what games they had been playing.

“Ok boys, why don’t you go and shower and we will put on a movie.” Wanda told them as they both nodded. Y/N started to take out the dirty dishes to the kitchen as Wanda followed her, watching as Y/N started to wash them. “Jarvis knows about us.” She told her as Y/N turned to look at her.

“How?” She questioned as Wanda explained everything.

“I’m just worried that this will affect your job.” Wanda stepped closer as Y/N smiled tenderly at her. “I know he is already on your back at work but now.”

“I will be fine Wanda.” Y/N told her. “I am happy right now. Being here with you and the boys, that’s all I want and I will go through whatever hell he throws at me.”

“But I don’t want that Y/N.” Wanda told her. “I want you to be happy, both at home and at work.”

“I can always look for another job. I know there isn’t any in the area but I don’t mind a longer drive.” Y/N reasoned as Wanda shook her head.

“I don’t want that.” Wanda whispered. “I want you to be close to home, the city is still a couple of hours away and then there is traffic.”

“Wanda.” Y/N smiled as she cupped the older woman’s cheeks. “I will be fine either way, I will still get to come home to you.”

“But what about our alone time?” She asked her as Y/N smirked.

“I have the weekend off, maybe we can ask Nat or Lena if they would take the twins for the weekend and we can go on a little trip. Just you and me.” She suggested as Wanda nodded.

“That sounds perfect.” She whispered before the two joined the twins in the living room. Settling on watching Harry Potter for the night. Halfway through the Prisoner of Azkaban, Wanda noticed that Y/N had dozed off while the twins were also yawning, so she paused the movie.

“Come on boys, let’s get to bed.” She told them quietly as they both nodded, making their way up the stairs. Wanda smiled as she started to trace Y/N’s cheekbones with her fingertips, a smile on her face as Y/N’s eyes slowly opened.

“What time is it?” She asked as Wanda smiled tenderly at her.

“A little after 11.” She told her.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep.” She apologised as Wanda shook her head.

“Don’t apologise, you are tired.” She said as she stood up, holding her hand out for her.

“Let me just lock up first.” Y/N said as she took Wanda’s hand. “I’ll be up in a moment.” She kissed Wanda’s head before she headed towards the door as Wanda made her way up to bed. Getting herself ready before sitting up and reading a little. Smiling when Y/N joined her in bed, resting her head in her lap. “Read to me.” She requested as Wanda smiled, her fingers running through Y/N’s hair as she started to read, a smile forming on Y/N’s lips as she listened to the melodic tone of Wanda’s voice, lulling her to sleep.

“Ok, I need you boys to be good for Aunty Nat ok.” Wanda told the twins as she walked them to Nat’s door.

“Yes mom.” The two said in unison, Wanda kissed both of their heads as the door opened, the twins heading straight inside as Nat smiled at her best friend.

“Going to have a fun weekend?” She smirked as Wanda nodded.

“It’s needed.” Wanda told her as Nat nodded. “Just call me if you need me.”

“I will.” Nat nodded. “Just have fun.”

Wanda thanked her again before joining Y/N in the car, smiling as she watched Y/N drive, admiring her as she concentrated.

“So, where are we going?” She asked as Y/N smiled, taking her hand and kissing it as she continued to drive.

“Someplace quiet and peaceful.” Y/N told her, glancing at her briefly before her eyes returned to the road. Wanda went straight to the radio to put on some music, quietly singing along to it as Y/N smiled. “I love hearing your voice.” She told her, making Wanda blush lightly. “It’s my favourite melody.”

“Shush.” Wanda giggled as Y/N smiled, soon pulling onto a wooded drive. Wanda looked around seeing the trees before her eyes caught sight of a cabin. A smile formed on her face. “So, we’re staying here?” She asked as Y/N pulled up.

“We are.” She confirmed as Wanda smiled. “I managed to ask Lena to ask Kate if we could borrow it for the weekend.” The two then got out of the car, Y/N getting the bags as Wanda looked around as she walked towards the door. Once they were both inside, Wanda admired the warm decor before she turned to Y/N, reaching down and taking the bags from her.

“I need you.” She whispered as she intertwined their hands. “I have been waiting for days and I can’t wait anymore.”

“Tell me what you want.” Y/N spoke softly as Wanda bit her lip, pulling Y/N towards the sofa.

“I want you on your knees for me, kitten.” She husked out as she started to remove her jeans and underwear, smirking as Y/N wasted no time in getting on her knees. Wanda sat down, spreading her legs, exposing her dripping cunt as Y/N licked her lips. “You have no idea of all of the ways I thought about you. Sinful ways.” She ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “Now, make mommy cum.”

Y/N wasted no time im diving in, licking and sucking on her clit, gripping her thighs as Wanda’s eyes closed, the feeling of pleasure taking over her. Y/N started to tease her entrance with her finger, soon enough inserting it, thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

“Fuck.” Wanda moaned as Y/N continued, moaning as Wanda scratched her scalp, sending vibrations through her, causing her back to arch as she pushed Y/N further into her. Whimpering and moaning as Y/N added another finger, Wanda’s mouth agape as she panted. “I’m so close.” She breathed out as Y/N continued, replacing her fingers with her tongue. Wanda moaned louder at the feeling of the muscle thrusting inside her, clenching around her tongue as she came with a scream of her name. Wanda soon came on Y/N’s tongue, who happily lapped it all up before Wanda pulled her up for a needy kiss. “This is going to be one fun weekend, kitten.”

Most of the weekend was spent either relaxing in the silence, or Wanda having her way with Y/N. With tonight being the last night, Wanda had tied Y/N to the bed, their clothes strewn across the floor as Wanda crawled up the bed, biting her lip as she eyed Y/N’s naked form.

“Look at you, my dumb kitten.” She husked out as she straddled Y/N’s lap, grinding down slightly causing Y/N to sigh as she felt Wanda’s arousal dripping. “All for me to use.” She moved so her lips were ghosting her ear. “And I am going to have so much fun as I ride your face.”

Y/N moaned as Wanda spoke, her words turning her on. Wanda smirked as she moved to hover over Y/N’s face, holding onto the headboard before she lowered herself, moaning as Y/N sucked on her clit, getting to work straight away, devouring Wanda like she was her last meal. Soon moving her tongue into her entrance, Wanda clenched around the muscle as she lowered herself more, rocking her hips as her clit rubbed against Y/N’s nose. Her moans and pants were muffled by her thighs that clenched around Y/N’s head.

“Fuck.” She moaned as she threw her head back, moving her hips faster as her orgasm approached her. “I’m going to cum.” Y/N went deeper with her tongue, sending Wanda over the edge, taking it all as Wanda rode out her high. Once she had calmed down, she moved away, still straddling Y/N’s stomach. “You look so good covered in my cum, kitten.” She husked out as she used her thumb to wipe it and put it in her mouth, while keeping eye contact with Y/N. Soon gripping her jaw before she kissed her roughly. Pushing her tongue past her parted lips before she pulled away. Moving her kisses down Y/N’s body before she finally moved between her thighs. Smirking as she looked up at Y/N before she dove in, sucking on her clit harshly. Y/N moaned loudly as she arched her back, Wanda’s hands instantly pushing her hips down as she continued before she inserted two fingers.

“Fuck.” Y/N groaned as Wanda carried on with her movements, fighting against the restraints, bruising her skin as she used all of her strength. Wanda moaned at the sounds Y/N was making, sending vibrations through her before Y/N soon came down with a loud moan. Wanda lapped it all up before she moved away, picking up the strap she packed. Tying it around Y/N’s hips, before she started to softly massage Y/N’s thighs. Smiling tenderly at Y/N’s flushed state, the sweat dripped on her forehead as she caught her breath.

“Now, I want you to keep your eyes on me, kitten.” Wanda smirked as she moved to line herself up with the silicone toy, slowly lowering herself, her hands resting on Y/N’s stomach as she bottomed out. Her mouth hung open as she loved the feeling, Y/N’s eyes remained on her as she started to roll her hips, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

“Let me hear you, mommy.” Y/N spoke up as Wanda’s eyes met hers. Soon lifting herself up before lowering herself down again, her moans becoming louder with each movement. Y/N admired her as she fucked herself, using Y/N as her own personal toy. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her head rolled back as she arched her back. Chanting Y/N’s name as she increased her pace, chasing her high. Soon cumming all over Y/N and the toy, collapsing on top of Y/N, pressing a tired kiss to her collarbone.

Once she had removed herself from the toy, untying Y/N and removing the strap from Y/N’s hips. Y/N soon wrapped her arms around Wanda’s tired form, holding her as she kissed the top of her head. Wanda smiled as her fingers drew patterns on Y/N’s stomach, a gentle smile on her face as Y/N hummed one of her favourite songs.

“You’re going to make me sleepy.” Wanda told her as she looked up into Y/N’s eyes, both of them smiling as Y/N moved Wanda’s hair from her face.

“Then let me hold you while you sleep.” Y/N spoke softly as Wanda’s smile grew and her heart fluttered as she rested her head on Y/N’s chest, soon to be succumbed into a peaceful slumber.

The drive home was peaceful, both of their smiles never left their faces, Y/N held Wanda’s hand all the way home. Wanda went straight to Nat’s for the boys as Y/N took their bags inside. As soon as Wanda entered Nat’s, she noticed the twins playing on Lena’s Nintendo while Nat was in the kitchen, so as she pressed a kiss to both of their heads, she made her way through to the kitchen.

“Hey.” She greeted her with a smile, causing Nat to turn around.

“Hi, how was your weekend?” She asked as Wanda smirked. “I don’t really want to know, do I?”

“Nope, but it was amazing.” Wanda told her as Nat handed her a coffee. “How were the boys?”

“They have been angels.” Nat told her as Wanda smiled.

“Thank you for having them.” Wanda spoke sincerely.

“I love those boys.” Nat told her honestly. “And I would gladly take them anytime you both need alone time.”

“Thank you.” Wanda smiled as Nat nodded, soon the door opened again and they heard the twins squeal excitedly. “I never got that kind of greeting.” She pouted as the two watched the twins jump on Y/N.

“Nope, they love her.” Nat observed as the two watched Y/N and the twins. “And she loves them.”

“She’s perfect.” Wanda said as she smiled at the scene, watching as Billy handed Y/N a controller, pulling her to sit between them on the sofa.

“I am really happy for you both Wanda.” Nat told her honestly. “I know I wasn’t on board with it at first, but I can see how happy you both are now.”

“I am happy. Extremely happy.” Wanda told her, smiling as they watched Tommy yell out as Y/N beat him at Mario Kart. Billy cheered as he jumped on her shoulders making her laugh.

“Let’s make some dinner before you go home.” Nat suggested as Wanda nodded, following her through to the kitchen. The two worked side by side as they prepared the ingredients.

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as she watched the two of them, leaning on the doorframe.

“I’ll go and check on the boys.” Wanda said as she walked past Y/N, placing a kiss on her cheek as Y/N moved further inside the kitchen.

“How are you?” Y/N asked as she helped herself to one of Yelena’s Red Bulls.

“I’m ok.” Nat answered with a smile, making Y/N sigh.

“I miss you.” She said as Nat looked up at her. “I know I’ve been distant, but I was hurt. Deeply hurt by what you said and well I just want to put that behind me.”

“Me too.” Nat whispered as she played with her fingers. “I’ve missed having you here, you and Lena.”

“Well, how about we do something? The three of us.” Y/N suggested. “We can go and get some beers like we used to.”

“Well, you’re of legal drinking age now.” Nat teased as Y/N smirked. “But I would love that.”

The dinner went by smoothly, listening to the twins about what they had done for the weekend. Once they were home, the two boys were out like a light, leaving Wanda and Y/N to snuggle on the sofa, Y/N’s arms wrapped around Wanda securely as one of her sitcoms played on the TV.

“This is my favourite place to be.” Wanda whispered as Y/N smiled.

“I will always hold you in my arms, my love.” Y/N whispered softly, caressing her bare arms. “For as long as you will let me.”

“I would always want this Y/N. I will always want you.” Wanda told her, looking into her eyes, nothing but love and honesty in them. Y/N smiled before placing a tender kiss on her lips, before they returned their attention to the TV, enjoying the simplicity of the moment.

[scar-lie]

Omega Pt. 13 {Natasha}

Summary : Talking and asking Natasha are hard enough but feeling rejected are even disappointing

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : Nothing other than feeling hurt

Word count : 1.596

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You're standing in front of Natasha's room, knocking, and when the door opened, you smiled at her, but she just got out of the way so you could come in.

“Sorry, I lost track of time playing with them, but don't worry, they are clean and ready to pick up.” Natasha has had the pups for hours, and she was supposed to bring them back an hour ago for bedtime, but she was just so lost on them that she lost track of time.

“It's ok, actually, uhm...” You shyly shift on your spot, getting nervous about what you're going to ask because, since the talk three days ago, she has tried to avoid the subject and you as much as possible.

“Can we sleep here? ”The question makes her tense and look up at you, shocked and analyzing you, so you quickly look down, knowing asking something like this to the alpha after rejection might not go well.

“I can take the corner, or we if you don't want to sleep next to them,” you fidget the hem of your shirt, getting nervous and expecting her to reject the offer, because for the past 3 weeks all you wanted was to talk to her or be near her, and for James, he put distance between you two because, first, he knows the alpha you want is talk to her or be near her, and for James, he put distance between you two because first, he knows the alpha you want is Natasha, and Natasha wants you, so he distance himself to not make things more complicated than they are, and second, he already found her omega.

“What? ”You grip the hem of your shirt, accepting her response as a rejection, so you sigh and look up at her with a small smile.

“Nothing; can I have them now? .... It's already past their bedtime.” You didn't wait for her answer; you quickly took two to put them in your room and came back to another one.

You're so embarrassed that you almost run just so you could leave right away from her gaze, and when you're in your safe place, your room with your pups, you quickly shut the door, sigh heavily, and start to get ready for the night.

But 5 minutes after you lay down with your pups, there's three soft knocks on your door, making you frown. You're not expecting anyone at this time, not unless Wanda or Yelena need something.

But before you could stand up or shout to the other person on the other side to come in, the door squeaked, making you nervous and scared until it was slightly open. Then Natasha's face was shown, making you sigh in relief.

“Hey, sorry for bothering you at this time, but...” Natasha clears her throat while you sit up on the bed and look at her.

“Can I sleep here instead? "I could take the floor or the couch." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Natasha has come to you for the first time in 3 days and is asking something so cutely that makes you smile a little, but Natasha feels the opposite; she feels nervous and scared, not sure if this is right that it makes her feel small.

“Or not, it's ok, I’m just going to go back to my room.” Natasha lowered her head, ready to close your door, but you quickly took the comforter off of you.

“No, Nat, wait.” You took her arm and lightly tugged her, so she looked back and looked at your face with a small smile.

“You can sleep here.” You open the door widely and move to the side for her to come in. She smiles at you and holds her pillow tightly, then comes in.

“Thanks, I’ll just take the floor.” You shake your head at her and then take her hand.

“No, you can sleep with us in the bed; there's plenty of room anyway,” you softly said, and when you realize that you're holding her hand, you quickly look away from her but never take your hands off of her.

“It's ok, I’m just going to take the floor, I insist.” You nodded at her and retrieved your hand. Honestly, it's kind of hurtful that she refused to sleep with you and the pups, but you understand her and the situation. I mean, you two weren't mates anymore. 

"Ok,” you go. Take your thickest blanket for her to lay down on and use as a mattress, then a blanket and another pillow for her to use, to at least make her feel comfortable on the cold, hard floor of your room.

You plan to lay it beside you, but when you see her walk to the end of the bed, you quickly go lay it where she is.

“Tell me if you need another thick blanket to lay down or if it's uncomfortable.” You then put the pillow down and stand at the bed, giving her space to get comfortable.

“Thanks, have a good night.” You just give her a small smile and go back to lay down beside your pups.

But the thing is, even if you try hard to sleep, you just can't. The urge to lay beside her makes it so hard to control yourself to just lay beside her and her scents that's lingering in the air of your room. It took every single fiber of your being to not just get up and be with her.

So when the clock hits 2 a.m. You sit up and set your bed to have a barrier around the edges so the pups won't fall down, then you go stand before Natasha with your pillow. You're contemplating whether this is a good decision or not.

“Just do it,” you sigh and slowly crowl next to her, then put your pillow beside hers and slowly lift her right arm since she's lying on her left, then slowly and carefully scoot in the space in front of her, your back facing her front, then gently lay her arm around your waist.

But you didn't expect her to shift, then tighten her hold on you, then pull you closer, cuddling with you while she nuzzles her face in the back of your head, smelling your hair and scent. Your heart flutters and beats faster, happy that she still finds your scent pleasant and is still looking for it, but that’s quickly taken away from you when Natasha sits up and scoots away from you.

“You shouldn’t be here sleeping; you should be in your bed.” You sit up and turn around her, disappointed and hurt while clenching your hands on the comforter in your lap.

“I know, I just want to sleep with you,” you mumble, but she could still hear it. You then bite your lower lips, getting nervous and shy around her.

“Just go back to bed and sleep, please.” You look down, and Natasha is getting guilty by the second, but she doesn’t want you to get a cough or get your back hurt.

“You really don’t want me to at least sleep next to you, do you? ”You chew your bottom lips and play with the comforter while nervously waiting for her response, but that didn’t come; the room became silent once again, and the agonizing silence is enough for you to know what her possible answer is.

But when Natasha was going to answer you, one of the pups started to cry, so you quickly took your pillow, left the comfort of Natasha’s makeshift bed on the floor, and went to tend to the needs of your pups.

“You should go back to sleep; I’ll deal with them,” you said to her. You took him in your arms and lulled him to sleep. You're thankful that he cried because you didn’t know how to get out of that situation, but Natasha didn't. She wants to cradle you in her arms and tell you that she craves your cuddles and touch, but when she notices the distance in your voice and presence, her shoulders slump, and she just lays down to try to get at least a little bit of sleep.

Natasha woke up earlier than you or the pups, and because she didn’t want to wake you up, she neatly folded the comforters and placed them on the couch with the pillow you gave her. She then quietly left the room, going to her room to do her morning routine before going down to take breakfast and go to the gym.

You, on the other hand, are already awake when she’s halfway through folding the comforter, but you pretend to be asleep to escape the embarrassment that’s lingering in yourself, maybe hoping that she at least gives you a forehead kiss or the pups, but that didn’t come, making you sad and disappointed first thing in the morning, so you just sadly smile at yourself while admiring the face of your daughter that’s starting to stir awake, so you scoop her in your arm with the biggest smile you could pull off.

“Hi! Good morning, my little princess. How was your sleep? Was it good? Hmm? ”She coos and giggles a little, pulling a genuine smile out of you and making you happy to see her out of a life-and-death situation, but soon the two boys start to wake up, so your morning turns pretty quickly from sad and disappointed to happy and grateful to wake up another day with your pups.

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Who Lives, Who Dies Chapter Two

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader are married. They get into an accident where Natasha suffers serious injuries including amnesia. Natasha no longer remembers her life with reader and their children. All she remembers are her days loving Bruce.

w/c: 4.9k

Another hour has passed when you notice Natasha shift in the bed. Lily is still curled into her while Olivia is sound asleep by her side. You’re sure Natasha has gone past the state of uncomfortable to full-on pain. You also know she won’t say anything if it means keeping the girls close to her. Even in her current state, her first priority is her children. Whom she just met. There’s clear adoration on her face every time she looks down at them. Every sniffle or subtle movement and she’s watching them like a hawk. Daring any hospital personnel to tell her she couldn’t have them here. 

For a moment you wish you were Wanda. You wish you could tap into her mind and figure out what she’s thinking. Unfortunately, that's beyond the scope of your abilities. You can feel the magic at the tip of your fingers, it's a low hum, only apparent as you’re stressed. You will yourself to calm down for the time being. You have to do this with a level head. Even when all you want to do is break down and never get up. 

“I can take them,” You offer. Alexei and Melina are most likely still in the waiting room. Since hearing about the accident they’ve been helpful. They kept the girls while you took the time to recover. They even kept them during your stay at Natasha’s bedside. “I’m sure you need to rest and stretch. Alexie and Melina are-”

“No,” Natasha frowns. Oh. You hadn’t expected this. “I don’t want them taking them.” 

“Natasha, the girls have been staying with them for the past week.”

“No,” Natasha shakes her head again. “I’m their mom right?” You nod. You can see her gain new confidence at your confirmation. “I don’t want them there. I don’t trust them.” She looks at you pleading with you to understand. You do. Natasha doesn’t remember her time in Budapest with Yelena or Melina’s farm or taking down the Red Room again. She doesn’t remember their reunion. You don’t think now is an appropriate time to say that Alexei and Melina have a home just outside of NYC that you visit frequently. 

“Okay, Nat, I understand.” You can see her visibly relax at your words. “I’ll call someone else.” You think. There’s no shortage of people who would come and get them at the drop of a hat. The girls are very popular amongst your friend group. Monica would come no questions asked. Though she might not be prepared to keep them for a couple of days. Wanda is the next on your list. She’s good with them. She loves them as if they are her own. You’d have to figure something out. 

You look at the time on your phone. Visiting hours would be over soon. 

“I have to talk to your parents,” You stand. She bristles at the title you’ve given them. “I can, um, find you something to eat if you’re up to it?”

“That would be great,” Natasha gives you that much. You leave the room with a mission in mind. First is the nurse's station where you ask for food for Natasha. It’s not the best but it would hold her over until you’re home. If she decides to eat. Next is Alexei and Melina who are sitting so patiently in a corner of the waiting room. 

“Hey,” You greet them with a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened in there. She-Natasha is. It’s so complicated.”

“She doesn’t have her memories?” Melina concludes. 

“No,” You break it to them gently. “She doesn’t know us. She doesn’t know who we are.”

“So back to square one?” Alexei asks. “We have to win her over again?”You can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s already planning something of how he will get her to speak with him. 

“The time that Natasha remembers,” You raise a hand to stop him. “Five years ago. Ultron. It’s when we first met. I don’t think she has any recollection as to how but she remembers battling him. Which means everything after that is iffy for her.” For just a moment you are grateful that she doesn’t remember you. Your meeting was less than fantastic or romantic. In fact, both of you were left with more than enough bruises and scrapes. Your time at HYDRA wasn’t your proudest moment. Somehow you think Natasha won’t be too welcoming of that. 

“She doesn’t know the girls,” Melina says lowly. 

“She’s Natasha through and through,” You sit beside them. “She doesn’t care if she doesn’t remember. She is their mom and she has her boundaries. She doesn’t want you guys to take them.”

“Then who will?” Melina doesn’t seem so surprised by this though Alexei has kept quiet. 

“Yelena is still in and out so it can’t be her.” You shake your head. “Wanda. She’s close. If Nat doesn’t remember much of me then…..” Her words come back to you. She knows. “God! This is so fucked.” You rest your head on the back of the chair to allow the rest of your body to slouch. There’s no way she’s letting the girls go with Wanda. So, Steve is the next option. She knows Steve. Trust him. He wouldn’t lie to her. “I’m, um, I’m going to go make some calls. I’ll be right over there. You guys can go home if you want. I’ll keep you updated.”

They nod, gathering their bearings, before standing to leave. 

“Take care of yourself, y/n.” Melina rests a hand on your shoulder. You nod. You’d try your best. Alexei bids you goodbye with a kiss on your forehead. You don’t move until they’re out of your sight. Suddenly it’s weighing on you how different life is about to be. 

You pull out your phone to facetime Steve. After a few rings, he answers. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” He asks immediately. There’s shuffling in his background and you can tell he’s moving over to his couch. He sets the phone down, making sure it’s at a decent angle, and it’s then the rest of the Avengers step into view. 

“Hi guys,” You greet. “There’s no easy way to say this. Natasha woke up. She’s stable. Talking and moving around. You know how Natasha does.” You shrug. 

“There’s a but in there,” Sam bends over the couch. 

“She has amnesia,” You tear the bandaid off. There’s no sense of sugar coating. “She hit her head pretty hard and things aren’t looking so good in that aspect.”

“How much does she remember?” Steve frowns. 

“Ultron,” The word sounds funny on your tongue. It’s still hard to even utter his name knowing what the aftermath was. You lost your brother. Wanda lost her twin. “She remembers being with Bruce and hiding at Clint’s farm.”

“Jeez,” Steve curses. It’s the closest he’ll get to a swear. 

“She wants one of you here. To speak to you,” You tell them. “Maybe you Steve? I need someone to keep the girls and you’re the only one she trusts.”

“I understand,” Steve nods. “Of course. Give me an hour and I’ll be there.” Steve promises. He’s always so trustworthy. 

“Thank you guys, again.” You sigh for what feels like the millitonth time. “Wanda I will call you later.”

“I’ll be here,” Wanda bids you goodbye. You hang up the phone feeling like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. You return to the hospital room to find Natasha sharing her lunch with Olivia. 

“Mommy, no peanuts in it.” Olivia informs you. You look over to the small meal. Green beans, mashed potatoes, a dinner roll, and pudding for desert. Peanut free. 

“She’s allergic she told me,” Natasha murmurs. She doesn’t take a single bite of food. “It’s a bad allergy right?”

“Life threatening,” You nod. 

“I should know more about them,” Natasha begins. “It’s important that I do.” She’s admitting to a new weakness.

“I will tell you everything you need to know when you are better,” You promise her. “For now you rest. Uncle Steve is on his way to take you home with him.” You bend down to look Olivia in her eyes. She’s too busy making a mess of the mashed potatoes on her face. “Are you okay leaving with Uncle Steve?”

“Yes,” Olivia nods. She always has a blast with him. There’s no reason for her not to be okay with him. You move to sit in your chair, content watching Natasha interact with the kids, as you think of everything that you have to do. 

She’s so good with them if a bit unsure of her position. Lily is still sleeping soundly, her face pressed against Natasha’s breast, as she breathes softly. Olivia is more active and has questions about everything. You don’t really pay any mind. Until she brings up her dance recital. 

“You didn’t go cuz you were in the car ‘ccident.” Olivia says so casually. “I danced at school.” Natasha looks over to you for answers. “Her dance recital. We were on our way when we got hit by a car,” You simplify it. There’s no need for a full blow explanation. 

“You didn’t have any injuries?” She scans you from where you’re sitting. Her tone is almost accusatory. You’re not willing to go there with her. 

“Just a few dings,” You shake your head. Suddenly there’s another knock at the door. You stand to open it, thankful for the reprieve, to reveal Steve Rogers in all his glory. 

“Unlce Steve!” Olivia grins. “You’re here to see Mama?” She questions.

“I am,” Steve steps into the room. He’s cautious. He comes to the side of her bed. Natahsa’s eyes never leave his. 

“You’re bulkier,” She comments. She takes note of his full head of hair and fully grown beard. Steve looks good. 

“I lift more,” Steve shrugs. 

“I’m going to take Liv to get cleaned up,” You offer to give them some time alone. You reach across the bed to take Olivia. You can see Natasha take a deep pained breath. You ignore it for the sake of not starting anything. 

You’re in one of the visitor bathrooms, cleaning up Olivia, when you realize you have to explain it to her. She’s three. She understands and picks up on more than what you think. Keeping things a secret from her won't bode over well in the end. 

“Have to dry my hands,” Olivia walks over to the automatic driers to hold her hands under them. She’s so smart and attentive. There’s no way she won’t notice. Once she’s done, you walk over to the visitor's room. It’s not the best place to tell her but she needs to know. Olivia sits in the chair, bouncing in place, as she waits for you to talk. She’s only half paying attention as the hustle and bustle of the room catches her eye. 

“Hey, Mouse, I need to talk to you about something important,” You start. 

“Important? Oh? What’s important?” She looks to you. 

“Remember how Mama and I got into the car accident and she bumped her head really hard?” You try to explain on her level. Olivia nods, picking at her sweater, as she tries to keep focus. For the most part, she’s doing quite well. “Well, when she bumped her head it did something. Her memories are gone. Which means she doesn’t know a lot of things that she used to.”

“Memories are gone,” Olivia repeats though you don’t think she understands exactly how any of this works. 

“Yes, her memories are gone,” You try to think of a better way to keep this process smooth. “Mama is sick. So for a little while we have to be patient with her.”

“Oh,” Olivia nods. “Give her kisses and hugs to make it better?”

“I think she would like that,” You are in agreement on one thing. If you know Natasha, and you do, she is going to want the girls there every step of the way. Not that you know what the next step is. Of course, things are a bit harder to gauge when you’re doing it alone and she doesn’t trust half of the people you interact with daily. You could only hope this would work. 

Meanwhile, in Natasha’s hospital room, she’s eyeing Steve with a guarded expression and curious eyes. She doesn’t hide her complete distrust for you and the entire situation. She needs to hear all of this from someone she knows. Someone from before. Steve wouldn’t lie to her. At least she hoped he wouldn’t.

“You’re still Avenging?” Natasha asks. She’s asking the easy questions for now.  

“I am,” Steve confirms. 

“The rest of the team?” 

“Scattered but still around,” Steve sits in the chair you abandoned. “Thor is with Jane. They have a baby boy. He’s the same age as your little one.” He gestures to Lily. “Clint and Laura are with the kids still on the farm. Tony is Tony. He has a little girl.”

“With Pepper right?” 

“Of course,” Steve nods. 

“And Bruce?” She tries to appear uninterested but Steve knows better. 

“Bruce is around,” Steve shrugs. “He’s here and there. Isn’t really an Avenger anymore.”

“There’s a story behind that,” Natasha prompts him to speak further but he doesn't.

“That is for another time,” Steve says. He bends until his elbows rest on his thighs. “You’re not supposed to be talking this much. Fractured rib. It has to hurt.”

“You know that’s not going to stop me,” Natasha attempts to take another breath though this time it’s too painful. She can’t even hide it. This leads her into a terrible coughing fit that has her clutching her side. Once she’s settled down, she lies her head against the pillows. “Turns out I have a wife now. I’m married.” She mumbles. 

“Happily,” Steve reminds her. She lets her head loll in his general direction before opening her eyes again. “You and Y/n are an example of a loving marriage. Don’t push her away, Nat.” 

“Who says I was,” Natasha presses her lips together into a thin line. She would like to drink a gallon of water right now. “She’s pretty.” 

“That she is,” Steve laughs. “Seriously, Natasha, that woman would go to hell and back for you. I know your spy training tells you not to trust her. Especially when you only remember you and Bruce. Let her in. You’re going to need the help.”

“I’ve never needed help,” Natasha is a bit snippy with that statement. 

“We both know that’s not true, Romanoff but I’ll let you have it,” Steve stands. “She’s raising and having your babies. Don’t write her off so soon. You may find that you’re in love with her all over again.”

Natasha remains mute at his words. Natasha Romanoff could never be in love. She’s never been in love. Love is for children. What she had with Bruce was…different. She can’t put a label on it. Not that she remembers anything that happened after her proposal at Clint’s farm. 

“I’m going to take the girls now,” Steve reaches over to take Lily in his arms. She cuddles up to his chest. “If I don’t wake her now she’ll be up all night.”

“You’re taking this Uncle Steve title seriously,” Natasha jokes. 

“I have to,” Steve bends to press a kiss to her forehead and finds himself explaining at her surprised face. Back then they weren’t so close. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” He leaves Natasha by herself for a few moments to come and find you. 

Natasha finally takes a much-needed deep breath, clutching her side again, as she tries to wrap her head around this entire situation. She’s married. She has kids. What did Steve mean by “she’s raising and having your babies.” Were you pregnant? No. You don’t look it. Maybe it’s just a throwaway line. A thing people say. He also said your marriage is a loving one. Natasha finds this entire thing hard to believe. This one doesn’t sit right with her. She can’t run. Not when those two little girls look up to her as if she means the world. To them she does. 

For them she’d stay. 

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Steve approaches you in the waiting room with an unreadable expression. He’s carrying a now awake Lily in his arms. When she spots you she holds out her arms for you to take her. You sit her down in your lap, kissing the top of her head, knowing how clingy she is when she’s sleepy. 

“How was it?”

“She was fine surprisingly,” Steve admits. “No weapons to the throat or any of that.” He stands with his arms folded. “Are you sure you want her to come back home with you? Maybe it would be better for her to go back to the tower?”

“I’m sure,” You nod and speak past the lump in your throat. “If things change. If she expresses that it's what she wants then it’s fine. She can go back. We can arrange something with the girls and visit. Can we just play it by ear?” You pull your gaze from some random object in the room to Steve’s concerned eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” Steve uses that voice. You know the one. He’s so caring and compassionate and somehow always able to pull the truth from you. 

“I’m fine,” You have to be. There’s no other choice. “As long as she’s okay I’m fine. I think ask me in a few days. Maybe I’ll have a different answer.”

“Good,” Steve kisses your forehead much in the same way he did Natasha’s. “Now are you girls ready to go with Uncle Steve?” 

“Yeah,” Olivia nods. She signs to Lily whose eyes light up at the idea of spending the night with her uncle. 

“Don’t worry they’re safe,” Steve nods. 

“Is Mama coming too?” Olivia looks over to you. She thinks Steve is taking you home. 

“No, Mouse, Mama’s not coming,” You cringe at the trembling bottom lip and the sad expression. “Right now Mama has to get better in the hospital and then we can all go home.”

“To my house?” Olivia questions. She’s not liking this at all. 

“Yes, to our house,” You kiss both of her cheeks. “Uncle Steve will take you to Aunt Wanda if you ask and I’ll call you before bedtime. I have to stay here with Mama to make sure she’s doing all better. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” She answers reluctantly but for now a tantrum has been averted. She climbs down from the chair to take Lily’s hand. She’s so protective of her baby sister. You give them both a final kiss before you watch as they walk to the elevator. 

It’s then you stand to return to Natasha’s room. It’s time to face the music. You take several deep breaths, willing the magic to calm inside of you, as you walk back to her room. When you step inside, a nurse is checking Natasha’s vitals again. She’s just finishing up when you sit. 

The nurse works around the two of you before bidding you a good night. 

“Can I have a cot in here please?” You ask before she can leave. She nods before retreating. You turn back to Natasha who’s been watching you thus far. 

“You’re sleeping here?” She breathes slower this time. She shifts to get comfortable. 

“Yes, I’ve slept here every night since the accident.” You lick your lips.

“Have you eaten?” Natasha questions and for a second you’re hopeful. “Wouldn’t want you to pass out if you’re the one that’s supposed to be taking care of me.” Your face falls though you quickly hide it with something else. 

“I can take care of myself,” Your hand twitches. She’s been awakened for five hours and you have yet to kiss or touch her. It’s a bit unsettling. The nerves in your stomach have since turned into dread. There's a pregnant pause before she asks again. 

“Who is the woman in your phone? Brunette.” She doesn’t bother to look at you. “A mistress?”

You pat your pockets, wondering when she took the item before she lifts it with her good hand. 

“My sister, Wanda.” You answer with a bit of annoyance. Natasha doesn’t recognize her. Which you don’t know whether to classify as good or bad. 

“You have a sister?” She looks over to you. 

“I do,” You speak softer this time. “I’m not a cheater, Natasha. Whatever thing in your head you’ve thought of is untrue. If you have questions ask me.”

“How long?” Natasha looks up at the ceiling. “Have we been together?”

“Four years,” Her eyes flash to yours. “ Five years ago we met. During Ultron.” You lick your lips again. You don’t mean to leave out key details. It’s better if you do until later. “We moved pretty quickly. With everything that was going on. Marriage was. Is what we wanted in the end.”

“You’re an Avenger you said? How?” 

“I have powers,” You raise a hand to show the purple leaving your fingers. Her eyes widen and as quickly as you let it go you put it back. This may all be too much. “I joined around the same time as my sister. She’s an Avenger too. We dated for a while. Me and You. Wne on the run. Got married after. Found the girls.”

“Sounds like a bad movie,” Natasha quops and you snort. 

“It does but what can you do?” You shake your head. “For what it’s worth I love you, Natasha.” You try to gauge her facial expression. She’s always been so good at hiding it. “You love me too. Even if you don’t remember. I hope that with time you’ll allow me to show you.”

The conversation ends there. Natasha doesn’t bother looking at you. She sits with her thoughts. She’d rather be anywhere but here. You know her well enough to understand she’ll probably try to break out of here in the middle of the night. Under different circumstances, you’d let her. For the first time in a long time, you feel as if you’re looking at a stranger. 

A few days go by, and Natasha doesn’t attempt to escape, but you also don’t make any progress with her. She’s very distrusting of everyone around her/ Especially you. The only time she seems remotely happy is when the girls are around. They bring sunshine to her day and you wouldn't deprive her of that. For the sake of the girls, she pretends to like you. A part of you believes she’s not pretending. She’s trying and that's all you can ask. You rarely leave her side. She takes note of that. 

You finally reach a stump when she needs to shower. Natasha isn’t modest. She’s not shy about her body or anything like that. However, you do have to admit being naked and vulnerable isn’t something either of you is going to be able to work with. The nurse offers to help give her a sponge bath and you both practically gag at that. 

“Can we use a shower chair?” You offer and it’s accepted. 

“You’ll help?” Natasha trusts you more than the nurse apparently. You give her an enthusiastic yes. You help her stand, taking slow and steady steps toward the bathroom, where you turn the shower on. Your arms stay wrapped around her waist as you bend to turn the knob. You try to ignore how good it feels for her to lean on you.  You turn back to her, noting the apprehension on her face, as you realize something. 

“I have to undress you.” You shuffle from foot to foot. Natasha gives an imperceptible nod. You start with her shirt, keeping your gaze on her face, as you gently lift her arms high enough to slip them out of the sleeves. She’s not wearing a bra and though it’s nothing you haven’t seen before you are aware of how she feels about this entire thing. Next are her pants and panties. You toss them to the other side of the room. You have better ones for her. You look over to the shower, when you look down at your own clothes. You could leave your tank top and bra on and your underwear. You have to climb in with her. “I have to, um, take my-”

“Just do it,” Natasha looks away. She’s more embarrassed that you have to bathe her. You make quick work of stripping before you both step into the shower. She leans against you, her back to your chest, as she breathes hashyl. You sit her down in the chair, kneeling and not quite caring about the steaming water against your back, as you begin to wash her. You start with her shoulders, her chest, her stomach. She keeps her eyes on your face the entire time. You don’t bat an eye when you spread her legs just slightly to clean her there. She gasps though she doesn’t move. 

You realize quickly how you messed up. 

“Sorry, I should have asked first,” You move your hands to her thighs. You shake your head at yourself. 

“It’s fine,” She mutters. Though you can tell it’s anything but. You continue washing her with much more gentleness than before. When you’re done, you step out of the way to rinse her off. Natasha closes her eyes at the warm water hitting her chest. She enjoys the feeling of being clean. When you turn off the water you feel a bit better about everything. You don’t notice her eyes on your backside or the way she watches you as you reach for the towels. You’re half-naked and cold so you try to move quickly. You help her back into the room, dressing her with patience and love, as she lies into the bed again. She doesn’t take her eyes off of you even when you’re getting dressed yourself. 

“Why are you doing this for me?” Natasha breaks the silence. You look over from the spot where you’re drying your hair. 

It’s simple really. “Because I love you,” You answer before turning back to finish dressing. 

You love her with everything in you. 

A few days later, Natasha is discharged from the hospital. You'v ordered a few things to be delivered to your house to make her transition better. You pull around to the front of the hospital to the rental your insurance provided for you. You don’t feel particularly anxious until you’re driving away. It’s almost the exact same setup. Except you’re sporting a forehead scar that will fade and Natasha is suffering broken ribs. You hold your breath the entire time, your hands grip the steering wheel harder than necessary, and you’re more cautious the entire way home. 

Natasha doesn’t recognize the brownstone or the neighborhood. It’s all unfamiliar to her as she waits for you to park the car. Which you do with ease. Unit #137. That’s your home. Your neighbor, Martha, is outside of her home watering her plants. She greets you as you help Natasha out of her car. 

“Oh, you’re home.” Martha smiles. Natasha offers her a wave and a smile but nothing more. “Let me know when the girls are home so I can take them to the nursing home with me next time.” She makes you promise. Martha takes the girls to the nursing home every Wednesday to visit her husband. They love the girls and so does everyone else in the home. 

“Will do,” You say before helping Natasha up the stairs. You drop your bags by the front door. She eyes everything. It’s all decorated in varying shades of black and white. There are a few pops of color. Children’s shoes and toys lining the foyer. There’s a nice bench and hook where everything is hung up. Pictures are lining the walls. A grand staircase leads to the second floor. “I know you must be tired. The stairs might be a bit much but I can carry you.”

“You’re going to carry me?” Natasha questions. 

You raise your shoulder before dropping it. “The next best thing is the couch and I figured you would want privacy. Our bedroom is the first one.”

“Do we have other rooms?” Natasha looks up the stairs and you feel dumb for thinking she’d want to sleep in the same room as you. 

“We do,” You nod. “I can take you to one of them.” 

“Okay,” She prepares herself for you to pick her up and you do so with ease. You don’t have superhuman abilities but she doesn’t see you using your powers to take her up the stairs. You don’t strain or even grunt one time. You walk steadily up the stairs, turning to your left, to carry Natasha into the guest room. 

“I have to grab your nursing pillow,” You tell her as you help her onto the bed. You rush to your bedroom to grab it. “It’s for if you need to cough or anything like that.” You pass it to her. You stand there for a few seconds longer. “I am ordering takeout tonight. I would cook but it’s been a long few days.”

“When will the girls be here?” Natasha asks. 

“Tomorrow,” You clasp your hands together. “Steve is bringing them tomorrow.”

She nods at that. She looks as if she wants to be alone. 

“I will be up here for a bit if you need me.” You say awkwardly before stepping outside of the bedroom. You close the door behind you. On the other side, Natasha finally lets a tear fall. 

How could she forget all of this?

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Competition

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~0.7k

Summary: Wanda finds you with another woman, and she’s not happy about it. 

A/N: Did someone ask for jealous Wanda? 👀 Here’s my 70th drabble! ☺️

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, suggestive content, cliff hanger (sorry) No part 2 planned

You’ve always been competitive to a fault. This is something that people have told you, but that you’ve tried to deny as often as possible.

However, as you continued to spar with one of the newbies you realize that you might have a problem. Nat had recruited this one which meant that she had promise. You’d been working out in one of the larger gyms during lunch when you’d seen Lindsey. She’d been struggling with some of the too complicated work out equipment and you’d offered her a hand. From there you both talked and eventually decided to spar. You hadn’t wanted to because you were already sore from lifting, but the blonde had been persistent. You just hoped that she took it easy on you.

She in fact had not, and you were sweating and on your back when you admitted defeat. You hadn’t sparred recently with Nat or Yelena and you were out of shape. That said, you had lasted longer than you thought you would, and you were thinking about asking her to do something you could win (maybe shooting) when she grabbed your arms.

She helped you to your feet and you smile gratefully before you move to step back. You are stopped by her grip on your biceps and you look up to see her smiling at you teasingly.

“You know, I thought with arms like these you would beat me. You must spend a lot of time here.”

You don’t have time to respond before you spot your wife over Lindsey’s shoulder. She looks pissed and it doesn’t take a lot of thought for you to figure out why. You drop your arms to free them from the blonde’s hold before you shake your head with a smile.

“Only when my wife’s busy.”

You start to walk away from her with a quick goodbye as you head over to your fuming wife. You hold your hands out to her but she doesn’t take them as she tries to walk past you. You shake your head and reach out for her arm with a sigh. You pull her towards your sweaty body as you steer her back the way she came.

“No, no. Wands. Calm down. She’s one of Nat’s favorites.”

This somehow makes her madder and she’s squeezing your hand painfully as she leads you out of the gym quickly. She shoots the woman who’s still watching you a glare over her shoulder before leading you to the elevator with a scowl.

“Well, Nat’s going to have one less if Lindsey doesn’t keep her fucking hands off of you.”

You are about to protest and tell her that you were just training but Wanda practically shoves you into the elevator making you stumble. You frown in annoyance and are about to protest the rough treatment when your wife pushes you up against the wall. You grunt in surprise and look at Wanda with wide eyes as she holds you there with a fierce look that renders you speechless.

“You need to stop letting people touch what’s mine, detka.”

You just nod dumbly before you gather your wits and place your hands on your wife’s waist. She grabs your arm before yanking you toward her and out of the elevator that you just realized stopped. You follow your wife to your rooms and don’t argue as she rips your shirt over your head, all the while muttering complaints that you just take on the chin.

“Why are you wearing this? You were fighting her practically naked.”

You don’t even have time to think of an argument before Wanda’s hands are all over you and you groan in relief. Her hands are cold compared to your overheated body and the feeling of them against your sore muscles feels amazing.

“Wands...”

She shoots you a dangerous look and you stop cold before swallowing the lump in your throat with a blush. You don’t say anything else as she slips her hand into your shorts without another word. She rubs your soaked heat, her eyes widening in surprise and then rage when she realizes you aren’t wearing anything under your shorts. Her eyes are near black as she meets your gaze with a scowl that sends a shiver up your spine.

“Oh, you’re definitely in trouble now.”

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[chloe-skywalker]

Press Complications - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don't think

Word count: 837

Summary: Prompts “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. O always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive to.”

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“Where’s everyone?” Bucky asked as he entered the main living area of the Avengers compound. There were a decent amount of people missing.

“Don’t know Buck.” Steve answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Pepper said something about the press.” Same spoke from his spot at the breakfast bar, eating a sandwich.

“The press has been after Nat and Y/n for months but last night they called an emergency meeting for the two.” Bruce explained to the confused group. Nat had to leave in the middle of the night to talk so he seemed to be the only one who knew so far.

Before anyone could say anything else Pepper Pots emerged from the elevator.

“Pep?” Steve said as a question, noticing Pepper took notice of the conversation. Hoping she could give them more.

Pepper sighed before comfiring. “He’s right. It was a private meeting between Tony, Nat, Y/n and myself.”

“What happened?” Bucky asked concerned about his new family and the girl he has a crush on.

“The press went public with something about Y/n’s past that were very private and very cruel. I don’t think she slept at all last night.” Pepper told them, further explaining the situation.

“Fucking bastards.” Sam scoffed in digust at the lengths the noisy pricks would go to.

“Langue.” Steve mumbled out not wanting anyone but Sam to hear him and get teased again. He still hasn’t lived down the last time.

“Tony says their back.” Pepper stated looking up from her phone at their friends as they entered the room, exiting the elevator. “How’s it go?”

“The press just gets worse with time.” Natasha stated shaking her head angrily.

Tony sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink before standing next to Pepper. “We cleared the air and everything is fine now publicly, but some things said during the press conference to Y/n/n. They were-”

“Uncalled for. Rude. Disrespectful. I could go on.” Nat interrupted, fuming with anger.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking concerned towards his Y/h/c-ed friend.

“There was this one asshole who wanted me to apologize…” Y/n shook her head shrugging her shoulders up. Letting out a deep breath, before looking at everyone and continuing. “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always live. And I did my fucking best to keep eveyron eelse alive to.”

Y/n hated how just hearing what the reporter had said made her feel. Hearing her past, about the people she couldn’t save. She was trying not to let it show but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.

“You shouldn’t and you don’t.” Pepper stated firmly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have him fired in a matter of minutes.” Tony stated with a proud dark smirk. He was protective of Y/n, very protective. That asshole was not keeping his job.

“Thanks Tony.” Y/n smiled at the billionaire, finding it a little funny but also appreciating it. “I’m gonna go take a nap, I’m too exhausted from everything.”

She sent a wave and a small smile before heading down the hall to her room. Leaving everyone to their own devices. But Bucky watched her go and kept his eyes on the hallway for a while after. He knew she wasn't as fine as she was showing. Because he knows her.

So after a while of giving her space Bucky headed towards her room, not wanting her to be alone for to long knowing how she was probably feeling. So he waited about 15 minutes before knocking on her bedroom door.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky spoke once she opened the door.

“Bucky.” Y/n smiled at him but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to say.” he shifted on his feet nervously. Bucky had had a crush on her for awhile, and everyone was pretty sure that Y/n felt the same way. But right now he was concerned about how she was feeling emotionally. Bucky knew what she needed to hear right now. “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

Y/n’s smile grew, not much but enough for Bucky to know she appreciated his statement. “Thank you Bucky.” She responded blushing.

“Your welcome, Doll.” Bucky replied with a soft smile and tinted cheeks from blushing also.

“You want to come in and watch some movies? I really need a nap but I don’t want to be alone right now. I could put on a movie.” Y/n offered softly, having a crush on him and not knowing exactly if he felt the same she was nervous he’d reject her offer.

“Sure. Of course Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled softly. Once Y/n opened the door wider, letting Bucky enter. Once he took off his shoes the two Avengers with horrible pasts got cozy in her bed. Y/n turned on a movie, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the comfort of Bucky’s presence.

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Idk if ur taking request butttttt can we have another chapter of “bleeding out” where they are all preparing for the baby buttt when the time comes angst comes idk like u cant put spice into it like something happens to Wanda or nat or reader is away on a mission and Wanda won’t have the baby till they come which causes complications or idk like mostly fluff with a bit of angst or like all angst but fluffy ending yk where theirs complications with Wanda but they end up having twins (you can chose the gender) or idk triplets that would be cool lmfao but idk I kinda wanna see the time during the pregnancy and the arrival of the pregnancy yk yk idk i im just excited to like see what would happen and me saying idk a lot is just me getting anxiety typing this and getting all giddy lmao but of course only if u want to you don’t have to :)) <33

Bleeding Out, part 5

Authors note: again, sorry this took so long.

Authors note 2: This is the final chapter for this fic, I really hope you all enjoyed it and I can't thank you all enough for reading 💖

Word count: 3687

Warnings: angsty with happy end

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   The past few months have kept the three of you rather busy. After Wanda's first appointment with the doctor the three of you realized the small apartment wouldn't suffice for all of you so a housing search began. Thankfully house hunting was easy, as you all had relatively the same needs and wants for a home, and it didn’t take long to make the purchase, or pack. But moving and unpacking weren't the only things keeping you all busy. 

   Natasha has had to go to the compound a few times now, mostly due to paperwork for SHIELD or to help settle some sort of disagreement. Not to mention giving orders and assignments, as with Tony back in retirement and Steve newly in it she was back to being in command. You’ve been doing the same, only not for being a leader. Instead you've been helping Maria train the newer SHIELD recruits. And both of you had strict rules from Wanda, no missions.

   And Wanda, well she was in full mother hen mode. Every room now had evidence that your family was expanding. The kitchen had new cutlery, plates, sippy cups and bottles. The living room had bouncers, a playpen and toys. Your bedroom had a high tech monitor system hooked up to nearly every other room in the house. And of course, the twins' room had everything. Changing table, dressers, cribs, toys, blankets, pillows, clothes. 

   Now, of course Wanda hadn’t been the only one to set these things up. In fact you and Natasha hadn’t let her lift a finger when it came to anything that actually needed to be built, the two of you handled that. She handled the smaller things. Like organizing the clothes in the dressers and closet, or putting up decor.

   But lately she's been feeling a bit more restless. Checking and rechecking that everything in each room was in its place, snapping at one of you if a stuffie or blanket was even a centimeter off from her previous check. Neither of you held it against her, you knew it was a mixture of hormones, excitement and anxiety that caused her to fuss so much. And you both tried your best to assure her everything was fine and convince her to sit and relax. Unfortunately for you though, getting her to relax wasn’t an option right now.

   “What did you just say?”

   You gulp, setting your keys down on the countertop “I uhm, well…Natasha, she….”

   “Y/n” Wanda stresses as her hands for fists at her sides

   “She left the compound. She's in the quinjet as we speak. I came home to tell you right away”

   The Sokovians huffs out a humorless laugh, “Of course she is. Not like she has a family at home that will worry about her safety”

   “That isn’t fair” you try to defend, but before you can finish your sentence she's interrupting you

   “No, Y/n. What's not fair is watching you die. What's not fair is coming back to a world without Natasha. What's not fair is even with two lives growing inside of me, our babies, she can’t understand why I want the two of you home, with me” she explains, letting her sadness and worry show through her anger

   “Oh, Wands” you coo, quickly pulling her into a hug and letting her cry on your shoulder, “Tasha understands, she does. She lost me too, and then she lost you. Trust me baby, she understands”

   Wanda sniffles a bit, “Then why did she go? And why couldn’t she at least talk to me about it first”

   “Because there wasn’t time to talk, love.” you tell her, kissing her temple, “Yelena was out on a mission. It wasn’t supposed to be anything too risky, but you know how things go. She got pinned down and called in for backup. You and I both know nothing and nobody could have stopped Tasha from being on that rescue team. That's her little sister”

   “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions like that” she admits, feeling guilty for thinking Natasha was back to her careless and reckless ways, “I just worry about you two. A lot. Even with mundane things like going out for milk or picking up something I’m craving. I just…I can’t be without either of you again. Especially not now. The boys will need you both just as much as I do”

   “I know baby, I know” you reassure her, guiding her to the kitchen island and helping her onto one of the seats, “I’ll make you some tea, ok? And I’ll check in with Tasha as frequently as you need me too”

   She smiles at you, appreciative of your care and ability to help her be calm, “Thank you malysh(baby)”

   You quickly move over to the stove and grab the kettle. You fill it up with an adequate amount of water before putting it on the stove to bring it to a boil. You stop for a brief moment to give her a peck on the check before heading over to the cupboard to grab her favorite tea. 

   “Oh!” 

   Wandas gasp pulls you from your task, “Baby, you ok?”

   “I think my water just broke”

   Your eyes widen in panic, “It did not”

   “The puddle on the floor beneath me says otherwise”

   You rush over to her side and sure enough, puddle. “But they aren’t due for another month!”

   Despite the discomfort of the contractions that have started she giggles at your panicked response, “I don’t think they really care about that malysh(baby)”

   “Right, sorry. You stay here, I’ll grab and load your bag and come back to help you”

   She nods in agreement but you don’t even notice because you’ve already darted off towards the door to the garage. You quickly grab the car keys and Wanda's duffle bag and head into the garage. You toss the bag into the backseat and start the car before heading back inside to gather your girlfriend.

   “Ok, cars ready so let's get you in it” you tell her as you help her stand

  You help her get into the car and it takes all of your willpower not to peel out of the driveway like you're the star of the next Fast and Furious movie. 

   “We have to call Tasha” she says, as you concentrate on not getting caught at the next redlight

   You nod, “Let's worry about getting to the hospital first. But I promise as soon as you're in a room I will call her”

    You finally pull into the hospital parking lot and get Wanda inside. The nurses were quick to get her in a wheelchair so she didn’t have to stand while experiencing contractions, and it only took them a few minutes more to get the two of you into a room.

   You pace at the back of the room while they get your girlfriend into a hospital gown, and help her get settled into the bed. The phone in your hand keeps ringing before going to voicemail for the third time, causing a knot of anxiety to build in your chest.

   “Tasha, please babe. Answer the phone.” you mutter to the recording of her voice before trying again. But you only end up getting her voicemail again, “Baby, please. Wanda's water broke. We’re at the hospital now, but we need you here."

   You hang up and dejectedly walk over to Wanda's bedside, you know the fact that you couldn't get ahold of Natasha is going to make her both worry for the Russians safety as well as be livid with her.

   "How soon will she get here?"

   You nervously scratch the back of your head, “Well, uh, I actually didn’t manage to get ahold of her”

   The Sokovians eyes widen and her grip on the sheets tighten as another contraction hits her, “What do you mean? Y/n, she has to be here for this. She has to be”

   “Shh, I know love. I know” you reassure her, cupping her face, “I’ll keep trying ok? Try not to worry too much over it. Just try to focus on you and the boys.”

   Just then her doctor walks in and begins to check over your girlfriend and the babies. Everything with her and the babies is fine, all are healthy. But to Wanda's chagrin she's told that while she's not quite ready to deliver yet, it should only be a few more hours

   “I can’t do it until my other girlfriend gets here. I can’t give birth to our boys without her”

   She eyes her sympathetically, “I understand why this upsets you Miss Maximoff, but unfortunately there's no way to stop them from coming out once they are ready”

    Two hours have passed now, and you're still frantically trying to get ahold of Nat while Wanda holds your other hand in a vice-like grip. You don’t mind though because you know if your anxiety is through the roof at this situation then hers must be the height of the Empire State building.

   “Still no answer. Nothing from Yelena either”

    A few tears roll down Wanda's cheeks, “What if she's hurt? What if…what if something really bad has happened and she lying out there wondering if she’ll ever see us again”

  “Hey, hey. Come on baby, don’t think like that” you try to calm both yourself and her, brushings her tears away

   “How can I not?!” she practically sobs, “She wasn’t supposed to be out there Y/n, she was supposed to be at home. She's supposed to be here. And she's not.”

   “I know love” You sigh, “But this is Tasha we’re talking about. Do you really think she's going to let anyone or anything stop her from coming back home to us?”

   Her lower lip trembles, “I don’t- Oh!”

   “What is it?”

   “The contractions” she grits out, cradling her belly, “They’re getting more painful”

   A few contractions later her doctor comes back into the room to check on Wanda's progress, “I’m going to lift your gown now Miss Maximoff to check on you, alright?”

   Your girlfriend nods her approval, and while she originally thought this part would excite her she finds herself filled with dread instead. She's not ready to do this. Not without Natasha by her side too. Not without knowing if her other girlfriend is even alive right now.

   “Okay, well you’re fully dilated now, so it’s time to get you ready to push.”

    Wanda shakes her head, “No. No, I can’t”

   “My love, you have to get ready. The boys are ready to join us” you tell her, trying not to let any tears of your own fall

   “No! Not without Tasha!” she sobs, grasping onto you tightly, “Please, please I need Tasha to be here too!”

   “Baby, I- ”

   You're interrupted by a woman's shriek a few doors down, but before you can question the doctor to make sure everything is alright a familiar goofy voice rings out, “Oh! Sorry! That's my mistake ma'am, wrong room!”

   “Clint I swear to god, if I miss the birth of my sons because you forgot what room….”

   “I didn't forget! The lady at the desk said room 36!” he defends, “Thes sixes and eights just look too much alike when you have a concussion!” 

    You can feel all tension fade away from the woman holding your hand as she hears the familiar voices and the doctor, noticing the smiles on your faces moves out to the hall to gather everyone, “Excuse me, but this is the room you’re wanting”

   Recognizing Wanda's doctor Natasha taps Yelena's shoulder repeatedly and the blonde quickly helps her sister into the room with Clint right behind them. The three are a sight for sore eyes, and honestly they look quite sore themselves.

   A layer of sweat and grime covering each of them, and their bare skin sports a few scrapes and bruises. Clint's head is bandaged up, and he's holding an ice pack to a rather large bump, and his nose has a bandage over the bridge. Yelena's arm, the one that isn't wrapped around her sister's waist, is in a sling and her pinky and ring finger are wrapped up together. And Natasha, her left ankle and knee are both wrapped up with a makeshift boot supporting her.

   “Tasha!” you call out, rushing to her and gently embracing her, “God, you had us worried sick!”

   “I know, I know” she replies as you help her hop over to Wanda, who is quick to latch onto the hand Nat offers her, “I’m so sorry moya lyubov'(my loves). Yelena's phone and mine only had enough service to receive your voicemails, Clints took a bullet, and I couldn’t call from the quinjet because it took an emp blast”

  “Yeah, we had to steal a helicopter just to get here” Yelena admits

   “You stole a helicopter?” you tease

    Clint nods and smiles proudly, “It's on the roof”

    “I really am sorry” Nat says, bringing your attention and Wanda's back to her, “I didn’t mean to worry you both so much, or get hurt or be late

   “Shhh” Wanda sighs, cupping the older woman's face, “You're safe, and you're here. That's all that matters”

   As soon as she finishes the sentence another contraction hits her causing her to gasp out in pain. The way Natasha tenses next to you and her eyes rack over the pregnant woman in concern warms your heart and you wrap an arm around her to offer comfort

   “It's ok babe, it's just a contraction. It’s normal”

   “You're sure?” she asks, letting her hand rest on Wanda's belly

   “Positive” the doctor replies for you as she stands at the end of the bed, “And with how close together they are now, it's time to push.”

   Clint grabs a hold of Yelena's uninjured arms shoulder and makes a move towards the door, “We’ll be waiting out here”

   A few nurses enter the room with a bassinet, ready to help the doctor and Wanda bring the boys into the world. They instruct her while you and Natasha help keep her as calm and comfortable as possible.

   It takes Wanda two hours to push the larger of the two out, and his loud cries fill the room. You're smiling so wide your cheeks are hurting and Nat can hardly see him through her tears but she laughs at the way his little arms wiggle as the nurse cleans him.

   “You did so good baby” you assure Wanda, running a hand through her sweaty hair

   “And he's so active already” Nat adds in excitement 

   She smiles at you both, but it quickly turns into a grimace as the next twin gets ready to make his entrance. The doctor once again prompts her to push and a mere twenty minutes later he's being cleaned up by the nurses as her cries and coos.

   “You did so good detka(baby)” Natasaha praises, kissing Wanda's forehead gently

   “Can I see my boys?” she asks, barely managing to keep her tired eyes open

   “Of course” the nurse cleaning her up says, signaling for one of the others to bring over the already cleaned up baby over to you all

   Tears spill down the Sokovians cheeks when she sees his little face, its very reminiscent of her brothers. And Nat can't help but smile at the small amount of reddish brown hair that adorns the top of his head

   “Hes perfect Wans” you exclaim, holding his little hand

   Nat nods, “He really is.”

   “He looks so much like Piet” Wanda admits, a sad smile on her face

   “Then let's honor your brother, just as Clint did” Nat says looking to you for approval and you quickly nod, “William Pietro Maximoff-Romanoff”

   Wanda's eyes widen, “You mean it? But what about your last name Y/n?”

   “Of course we mean it” Nat assures

   “And I’ve always liked your last names better. So when we marry, mine will cease to be. So no need to add it to the boys names”

   “Marry?”

   You and Nat laugh at how softly Wanda had squeaked out the word, “Of course. You didn’t think Y/n and I would get you magically knocked up and then not marry you, did you?”

   “Well no, I figured it would come eventually” she admits, “But hearing that confirmed just makes me really happy”

   Finally the other baby is brought over and Wanda takes him in her other arm. Your smile never falters when you see him, but Natasha can no longer hold back her tears. The smaller boy is the spitting image of the Russian, he even has her eyes

   “He's perfect too” you exclaim, rubbing the redheads back

   “He certainly is. If only he looked like someone we now too” Wanda playfully says, looking at Nat

  “He looks like me.” she says, volume barely above a whisper

   Wanda smiles at her, “He looks just like you dorogoy(darling)”

   “You're your Mamas boy, aren’t you” you coo, tickling his chin, “Thomas Natan Maximoff-Romanoff”

   Nats eyes fill with even more tears as you honor her with the closest male slavic name for his middle one, “Thank you my loves. Thank you.”

   “Of course Tasha” Wanda replies, “Now tell their Aunt and Uncle to get in here and meet them”

   Although Natasha is happy enough that she feels like she could simply float out into the hallway to grab them both, she is still nursing an injured leg. Something which you quickly remember.

   “Stay here Tasha. I’ll get them.” you walk over to the door and open it, peeking around the doorframe, “Come meet your nephews”

   Both practically scurry into the room after you and Clint can’t help but chuckle at how Nat already embodies a proud Mama, even still in her dirty post mission gear. He and Yelena sit on the opposite side of the bed from you and Nat and as soon as Yelena sees them she becomes emotional

   “Oh sestra(sister), they're so squishy looking”

   Clint laughs, “What she means is, they're beautiful”

   “Yes, that too. But their cheeks are just so plump” she gasps as her eyes study Tommy more cleary, “Oh my god, he is just like you.”

   “Wow, he really is the spitting image of you Nat and his brother, he looks just like….like…”

   “Like Pietro” Wanda finishes with a smile

   “Yeah. Just like Pietro”

   “Well I hope you don’t mind that we took your idea Nat says, “His name is William Pietro Maximoff-Romanoff”

   “Perfect. I’m sure Nathan won't mind sharing a middle name”

   “But a mouthful” Yelena adds

   “Billy for short. And his middle name will only be used when he's in trouble” Wanda adds

  The blonde nods, “And what of my sestras(sisters) doppelganger, what's his name?”

   “This is Thomas Natan Maximoff-Romanoff” 

   Yelena beams, “Beautiful.”

   “Tommy for short?” Clint asks and Nat nods, “Billy and Tommy. I like it.”

   “We do too” you tell him, gently scooping Billy out of a barely awake Wandas arm, “Rest love, Tasha and I will watch over them”

   Nat follows your lead and goes to pick up  Tommy but you slap her hand away. She looks at you for a moment, confused by your reaction until she glances down at her dirt covered hands. She smiles sheepishly and you merely shake your head as you stand. 

   “Y/n is right. Rest up” Nat tells her as you place Billy in the bassinet. 

   “Thank you moya lyubov'(my loves)” she mumbles, smiling as you come back and take Tommy from her 

   After you get him settled beside his brother you return and help Natasha to her feet and the two of you leave Wanda to rest while you admire your sons. You both practically melt when the boys both turn on their sides to face each other and wrap each other up in their embrace, and you wonder if this is how they looked the entire time they grew within Wanda.

   “I love them so much already” Nat whispers 

   You nod, “I do too. And I love you. I’m glad you're alright.”

   She turns to you and smiles, “I love you too, and nothing would have stopped me from coming back to the four of you”

   You lean forward and capture her plush lips in a soft kiss, her hands instinctively find purchase on your waist as she savors the feel of having you close. Truth be told she had been scared she may not make it back in time, if at all, and she finds this embrace to be rather grounding.

   Wanda smiles as she watches the two of you embrace, and as she shuts her eyes for some much needed sleep she feels whole for the first time in a long time. She will always miss her brother and parents, but knowing she’ll always have Clint and Yelena as family and getting to meet her boys has helped fill that void that she once thought would never close. 

   Now all she needed to do was talk you and Nat into a full retirement, so there would be no more scares like today. But that was a battle for another time, when she actually had energy. For now she’ll happily drift off to sleep knowing that her boys are in good hands.

   You pull away from the Russian eventually and smile at her, “Go get cleaned up babe. That bathroom here is huge so I’m sure the shower will feel just as good as the one at home does”

   “My extra clothes are in the duffle, right?”

   You nod, “Yup, and I already set the bag in there. Are you going to need help?”

   “No, I should be able to manage. Besides its a hospital so the shower will have a seat I can use” she says before hobbling off

   Clint smiles as he takes in each of you, and he finds himself tearing up a bit. Because life truly is a gift, as are second chances, and he's glad fate saw fit to bestow those gifts upon the three of you. No one was more deserving of a happy ending.

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IS MY LOVE FOR YOU NOT ENOUGH?

BRADLEY BRADSHAW X READER

SUMMARY: Gina and Jake had a complicated relationship to say the least. Jake Seresin broke her heart during Top Gun. Now, it's too late for him to win her back. She was hopelessly in love with her best friend Bradley Bradshaw as she waited for him to put a ring on her finger, but will she wait forever for him?

Warning(s): cursing, violence, implied smut, mentions of cheating, angst? Heartache.

A/n; also can someone tell me how to make the words have that like ombre color? I've been seeing it a lot lately and I haven't figured out how to do that.

"Mitchell!" Everyone's head turned towards the girl who was standing next to Bradley Bradshaw.

"Natasha!" On the other side of the bar sat Penny and Maverick.

"She's just like you." Penny said, as they continued to look over at the girl standing besides Bradley.

"Yea." Maverick lets out a loud sigh.

"She flies like you too. The Admirals got pissed once when she flew past the Hard Deck." Maverick couldn't help the smile that curved at the corners of his lips, remembering the day where he and Goose did the same thing.

"Hen is the one that has to keep her in check sometimes. I swear that girl has no fears." Penny said, wiping on the clean bar as Gina had her arms wrapped around the brunette.

"What do we have here?" Gina rolled her eyes as Bradley had his arms wrapped around Gina's shoulders as she leaned into his hard chest.

"Back off Bagman." Bradley and Hangman were at a stare off, as Gina bit her lower lip as she knew that it wouldn't be good if the two continued their staredown.

"Enough you two, do you want me to get my mother to come over here?" Gina hissed in a sharp tone.

Hangman finally backed off as he looked down to where Gina stood. She straightened in Bradley's arms as she looked at him with a sharp glare.

Hangman looked at Gina with a smirk, which caused Bradley to tighten his grip on her.

"It's all good." He had his arms out to show his peace.

"All good." He said checking her out caused a disgusted sound to escape her lips.

"Didn't think you'd go for Bradley though." Gina stiffened as she stared into his green eyes.

"Well, he's a better man than you ever were. Cheating on me countless times while I had to find out by Natasha." The tension was thickening, for a second there was a hint of guilt flashing in his green eyes. She didn't even look hurt anymore, she was happy, happier with the man in her arms.

Jake just hums in response, taking a long sip of his beer while still holding eye contact with Gina.

"I'm going to go say hi to my mother. Do you want a drink, babe?" Gina asked, turning around to face Bradley.

Bradley looked down at Gina who was playing with his Hawaiian shirt.

"Sure." Gina had to go on her tiptoes to reach his lips.

The kiss was soft, full of passion and love as Bradley's hands went a little lower for Jake's liking as Jake glared at the couple. His hands tightening around his beer as Natasha watches the scene unfold.

"I'll be back. Nat, come with me." Gina had her hand out for the pilot as the two skipped their way to the bar.

"Dude, that was intense." Natasha whispered loudly as the two guys still heard them as they were still in ear shot.

"Hey Aunt Penny!" Gina greeted, a smile crossing her face as Maverick stared at her.

"You look like you need a drink." Gina lets out a dramatic noise.

"Yes, the guys are acting like teenagers. Hangman's being a total dick about me and Bradshaw being together. I mean, it'll almost mark four years. I'm waiting for the Rooster to put a ring on my finger, I honestly don't think I could wait any longer." The three girls laughed.

"Well, you've been in love with the man for years now." Penny pointed out.

"Yea, then Jake came into the picture. I mean, he was a good guy, but he wasn't him." Gina turned around and looked over to already see Bradley staring at her.

"Well, if he doesn't propose soon I might as well do it." Gina giggled, as she turned to her best friend.

"Of course I'll marry you." Gina said, turning around to face the girl.

"On the house sweetheart." Penny handed her two beers as Gina and Nat walked back towards the group.

"When did they get together?" Maverick asked, with a frown.

"A month before you pulled his papers." Penny informed, as Maverick stared at the young couple.

"They look happy." Maverick said towards the couple.

"They remind me of Carole and Goose." Penny smiled at that.

"Yea, they do. She spent too much time with that man, she has his personality." Maverick chuckled as he remembered all the times that Gina stayed at the Bradshaws.

"Bradshaw, when are you going to marry this woman?" Gina giggled as she had her arms around Natasha's waist as she had her arms around Gina's shoulders.

"You planning on stealing my girl Phe?" Natasha and Gina looked at each other and giggled like school girls.

"I mean, she already placed a ring on it in front of Penny." Bradley shakes his head and chuckles.

Gina walked over towards where Bradley was by the sticks for pool.

"Are you gonna put a ring on my finger Bradshaw?" She asked, staring into his brown eyes.

"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you." Gina opens her mouth placing a hand over her heart.

"Don't break your old lady's heart now." She said theatrically.

Bradley rolled his eyes at her, but couldn't help but smile. He had his hands resting lazily on her hips as she leaned into his side.

"I could never." Her heart leaped out of her chest with the way he looked at her when he said it. Almost as if he was making a promise.

"You better not Bradshaw. You're it for me." Jake felt like he was going to be sick. She never once said those words to him when they were together. Nat noticed that, and made a mental note to talk to him later.

Bradley leaned down, placing his lips against hers once again. Jake clenched his jaw as he watched. He couldn't be mad at Bradley, it was his fault that he broke her heart. For cheating on her behind her back the six months they were together.

"Don't think about it." Nat said from beside Jake as they watched the couple.

"What?" Jake asked dumbly.

"You broke her heart once. She's happy, she's in love. Don't ruin things for her. It took her almost a year for Bradley to heal her heart again, don't do this." Jake sighed with frustration.

"I have to let her go." He said more of a question than a statement.

"You screwed up, I'm not gonna sugar coat anything. As her best friend you don't know what you've put her through. It took her a long time to trust Bradley. Even though they've known each other for years, she couldn't give her heart to him." Jake felt guilty, too guilty. His stomach twisted as he felt like he was going to throw up, his head felt dizzy at the thought of how much pain he put her through.

"You know what could make me feel better?" Gina asked, batting her lashes at the man.

"What's that?" Bradley asked in a teasing tone knowing where she wanted to go.

"Come with me." Gina said in a playful seductive tone as she grabbed his hand in hers and swayed her hips towards the piano.

Bradley sat down on the piano stool with Gina sitting in his lap. The bell to the bar rings as Gina turns to look over Bradley's shoulder to frown when she sees her father getting thrown out of the bar.

When did he come to town? She thought to herself.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by Bradley playing a few keys. Gina turned back around and messed with a few of them, the two of them knowing how to play the song by heart.

"Guys, c'mon." Nat said to the group that was by the pool table when she heard the sound of the familiar notes playing on the piano.

"Your kind, so fine gotta tell this world-" Nat had half her body weight resting on Gina's shoulder as the two girls belted out the words off key.

"Mine, mine, mine!" Gina turned her head and gave Rooster a soft kiss on his cheek as they sang Great balls of fire.

Standing outside of the Hard Deck stood her father watching the two. Memories of Goose and Carole flashing his mind as he watched them. Penny was staring at him with a worried look when she realized he was having a flashback.

A/n: I've been in the Top Gun mood lately. If you have any requests for any Top Gun ones I'm all ears. I'm not going to do smut, but I will do any other requests.

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Very Bad Idea

Summary; Sleeping with Steve awakens desire in y/n she didn't even realise she had but it was just a one-time thing according to Steve... Wasn't it?

Not so much as the pair begin sleeping with each other regularly, y/n's feelings for Bucky begin to fade as she falls for Steve.

But a certain face from Steve's past isn't so done with him yet.

Warnings; angst, fwb situation, 18+

Pairings; Steve x reader. Unrequited Bucky x reader.

Part 2 to Bad Idea💖

Bucky's reaction confused her because why did he care who she slept with? If he really did have feelings for her then he had a shitty way of showing it.

For months she watched him with other women but he dared to look at her and Steve like they betrayed him in some way.

"I just don't understand why you would sleep with her Steve?". Bucky implores and the words break her already aching heart.

"What the hell do you mean by that Bucky?". She asks hurt and Tony face palms while Natasha looks like she's ready to kick Bucky's ass.

Bucky panics at the hurt in her tone.

"I just mean you're both my friends so it's weird, you're my best girl and Steve is my best friend, it's hard to see you that way you know".

Right. Well, there's her answer to how he feels about her.

"Oh dude, Sam winces just stop talking now please". Bucky still looks confused and she sighs because he doesn't get it.

He has no idea how she feels and judging by his reaction to her sleeping with Steve, doesn't get why anyone would want to sleep with her either.

Done with the conversation she heads out of the room embarrassed and wanting to escape the situation stat.

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Things are awkward between her and Bucky and add that in with the strange new tension she has with Steve and everything is just fucking peachy.

See the thing is ever since their night together all she can think about is Steve, how he felt buried deep inside her, the way he made her feel.

She's so screwed because these feelings for Bucky are unrequited but she doesn't know how to get over them and now feelings for Steve are added into the mix and everything was a mess.

"Penny for your thoughts?". Speaking of Steve he walks up to her as she's trying to get her frustration out while training.

"Way, way complicated". She answers and he gently places his hand on her shoulder, a soothing gesture that makes her tingle everywhere.

"Yeah, I know the feeling". She turns to him wondering what's got him so tied up in knots.

"Is it about our night together?". He swallows and nods while she feels her heart sink a little bit.

"Steve I know you just want it to be a one-time thing. I get that, it's okay". He moves closer and she gets lost in his beautiful blue eyes that are once again shining with desire.

"What if I didn't want it to be just once sweetheart? What if I wanted to bury inside you again? I miss those filthy little moans you make, just say the word and I'm yours".

Fuck, she's aching for him and that's just from his voice.

"Steve. Fuck me". He doesn't waste a second before he kisses her hungrily stripping her off her clothes and shrugging out of his own.

His body against hers is heaven and she can't get enough of him.

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They are like this for the next two weeks and don't exactly hide anything, she doubts they could anyway because Natasha would suss it out along with Wanda.

Bucky is still acting like her and Steve's relationship is some inconceivable notion, Tony and Sam are teasing and as always Natasha is instantly protective.

"I don't want you getting hurt". Natasha tells her when she catches her sneaking out of Steve's room.

"I won't. Steve and I know this is just a physical thing". She tells Nat who still doesn't look convinced.

"Just sex right. You have no feelings at all for Steve?". She hesitates because that isn't true. The longer she spends with Steve the more she falls for him and her feelings for Bucky begin to fade.

"Nat, it's fine".

"What if Sharon comes fishing around again because she will. Will you be fine with that?".

This stumps her because she has no way to answer that. The thought makes her feel physically sick.

"I know how he feels about Sharon. I'd be happy if he was happy". Natasha wipes the tears away that she didn't realise we're falling.

"What am I going to do Nat? He made it clear how he feels. This is just sex. I can't tell him how I feel. I can't"

She's panicking now and Natasha pulls her in for a hug stroking her hair.

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Steves's arms are wrapped tightly around hers as she wakes in the morning. He's watching her with the softest expression on his features and her stomach fills with butterflies.

"Hi beautiful, last night was mindblowing". She beams and kisses him hoping for some sleepy cuddles and kisses.

No such luck as Bucky knocks on the door.

"Steve, you have a visitor". Steve looks puzzled but remembering Nat's words from the other day she has an uneasy feeling.

"What if Sharon comes fishing around again because she will"

She gets dressed and follows Steve hoping she's wrong and it isn't Sharon. The minute Bucky gives her a sympathetic look is when she knows it is.

They make their way to the main part of the compound and Sharon is sitting on one of the sofas.

"Steve, I'm so sorry, I should have never let you go". Before Steve can reply Sharon rushes up to him and kisses him.

Heartbreaking she hides her sob and backs away, she doesn't get far and is pulled back by Steve.

"Honey, wait!". Sharon's eyes narrow.

"Wait. What the fuck is going on Steve?". Not wanting to hear Steves's inevitable rejection she tugs out of his grip.

"Steve I know what's going to happen next okay? Sharon's back. That means we are done, I remember what you said about her."

"We've been on and off again so many times I've lost count. Carter women, they bury deep into your heart". She quotes him from memory and his face falls.

"Honey..."

She shakes her head stepping further away.

"It's okay, I get it. You think I would learn by now hun? Fall in love with a guy. It ends in unrequited feelings".

"You love me?". Steve murmurs softly and Sharon huffs.

"Okay, we all know how this is gonna end., Sweetie, I'm sorry Stevie fucked you and made you catch feelings but he's mine. So back off".

Sharon's sharp tone digs in deep and she flees feeling so stupid for falling in love with another man who didn't love her back.

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