#nat and reader have a complicated past

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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 neck 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.

[book-place]

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!

Requested by: @wolfmoonmusic

*not my gif*

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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Hotel California | Track 7 Infamous Lover

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, frontwoman of the punk rock band Velvet Rebellion, falls hard for a woman she believes is too good for her. Their intense relationship unfolds in the chaotic world of rock 'n' roll, where they struggle to balance fame, personal demons, and their undeniable passion for each other.

W/c: 6.5k

Chapter 7/12

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Note: Some things are set into motion in this chapter.

18+ Minors DNI (mature)

Themes: love, fame, sex, drugs

It was an unusual morning for the two of you. Natasha stood in your kitchen, looking more at ease than you felt. Her mug was half-empty, cradled in her hands, while yours sat untouched on the counter before you, its steam curling upward in lazy spirals. The silence was deafening as you tried to process what Natasha told you. Isabella was still asleep in the other room.

Allowing Natasha to stay over had been a line you weren’t ready to cross, but the look on her face last night—the heartbreak she tried so hard to hide—left you with no choice.

You cared about her more than you could put into words, which made this more complicated. You didn’t want to be angry, but the way she’d shown up, raw and vulnerable, with a piece of her past you didn’t know how to navigate, was testing your patience.

Natasha broke the silence first. “I’m sorry for showing up like that. I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

"Don't apologize for coming to me," You shook your head. You checked the time on the stove clock. 8 am. Neither of you had gotten much sleep. Isabella would be up soon, but she'd have many questions and comments. To feel like you had a handle on the situation, you began to make breakfast. Something simple. French toast and eggs. "It's just, I don't understand why she would call you, of all people."

"I don't hate her..." Natasha began. Then she stopped. Those weren't the right words. She set her mug down and rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s not what you think.”

You paused, spatula hovering over the skillet. Your tone was even when you spoke, and it wasn't as hard as before. "Then explain it to me. Because from where I'm standing, it looks like she still has a hold on you."

Natasha sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “She called me out of nowhere, drunk, stranded... I didn’t want to leave her like that. It sounds stupid, but I felt I had to help.”

“You didn’t have to do anything,” you said firmly. “She’s not your responsibility anymore, Natasha. You don’t owe her anything.”

“I know,” Natasha replied quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor. “But it’s hard. Carol... she was a big part of my life for a long time. Walking away from that hasn’t been easy.”

You softened at her admission, the frustration in your chest giving way to something more tender. “I get that,” you said after a moment. “But you’ve got to figure out what you want, Nat. You can’t keep one foot in the past and expect the future to wait for you.”

She glanced up, green eyes meeting yours, and you were struck by the vulnerability in them. You weren't sure what else to say, but before you could come up with something, Natasha closed the distance between you and gently cupped your cheek. You held your breath as she leaned in, her forehead resting against yours.

"I want you," she whispered, her words feathering against your lips. "I'm trying. I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to screw us up."

"Then don't," You muttered. "If this isn't what you want. If there's even a chance you want her, then you need to be upfront with me. If this is just sex for you..."

"It's not," Natasha said firmly, her eyes flashing with something fierce and protective. "It's never been like that. You know that."

"Do I?" You asked. "I'm trying to be levelheaded. You tell me your ex calls, and you go running."

"Not like that," Natasha sighed.

"You went to her," You pointed out.

"Because she was alone, drunk, and in trouble," Natasha shook her head. "I wouldn't have stayed. I just... wanted to make sure she was okay. That's all."

"Did she try to kiss you?"

"What? No," Natasha snorted, shaking her head. "God, no. She was drunk. Really, really drunk."

"So, nothing happened," you asked.

"Nothing," Natasha nodded.

"Okay," You nodded slowly.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," you said, returning to the stove and plating the food you'd made.

Natasha hesitated, then slid her arms around your waist, pressing her front to your back and resting her chin on your shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," she murmured. "I promise."

You hummed, leaning into her warmth. The knot in your stomach loosened, but it didn't completely disappear.

"I trust you," You nodded to yourself. It wasn't something you had to convince yourself to believe. She came to you. She told you the truth.

"That's good," Natasha nodded, a relieved smile gracing her face. She kissed the side of your head and then your neck.

"Mm, what are you doing?" You asked.

"Nothing," Natasha smirked.

"That doesn't feel like nothing," you teased, a hint of a smile on your lips.

Natasha opened her mouth to respond, but a small voice interrupted.

"What are we talking about?" Isabella yawned, shuffling into the kitchen with messy hair and sleep-heavy eyes.

"Nothing," you and Natasha said in unison, the words tumbling too quickly to sound convincing.

"Whatever," Isabella rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, as she climbed onto one of the kitchen stools. Her gaze shifted to Natasha, and she grinned. "Natasha, you're here."

"Yeah," Natasha nodded, taking a small step back from where she'd been standing close to you. She looked unsure, her hand brushing awkwardly against the counter. You understood the hesitation—it was a delicate situation, having her here when things between the three of you were still so new.

But Isabella didn't seem to share your reservations.

"Good," Isabella chirped, swinging her legs under the stool. "I was wondering when Mama would let you come."

Your cheeks flushed. "Bella," you said, trying to keep your tone even.

"What?" she asked innocently. "I like her. You do, too, right?"

Natasha stifled a chuckle, and you shot her a look.

"Natasha's just visiting," you said, redirecting the conversation.

"Sure," Isabella said with a sly grin, clearly not buying it. She turned her attention to Natasha. "Anyway, Mama, could you do my hair today? In a different style? Something that isn't babyish."

"You are a baby," You pointed out as you slid her a plate of French toast and fresh fruit.

Isabella rolled her eyes again. "I'm almost ten, Mama."

"Still a baby," You stepped around the counter to wrap her in your arms. "My one and only baby."

Isabella squirmed away, giggling. "Mama," she whined. "Stop. You're embarrassing me in front of company."

"Sorry," you apologized, smiling at Natasha, who was watching the scene with amusement. "Old habits die hard. I'll think of something to do to your hair. Eat your breakfast now, and we can walk the dog."

"Yay!" Isabella cheered.

Natasha's hand found yours, her fingers entwining with yours and squeezing lightly.

"We?" Natasha asked softly.

"Yeah," You nodded.

Natasha gave you a soft smile, the kind that reached her eyes and made your knees weak. You were falling for her, and there was no stopping it.

********

A part of you was glad Isabella was talking to Natasha. The other part was concerned. There were still things you needed to talk about that you hadn't figured out yet. And this whole Carol situation last night had left a bad taste in your mouth. You didn't like the idea of her and Carol reconnecting. Not when it meant Natasha was spending time with someone who had hurt her before. Especially when that someone was her ex, especially when that someone was Carol Danvers, you didn't hate the girl. You barely knew her. Simply hearing of her reputation was enough for you.

You didn't want to get too in your head. Not as you were walking with Isabella and Natasha around the neighborhood.

"I'm in intermediate-level gymnastics," Isabella explained to Natasha. She held loosely onto Bear's leash as the dog pulled her over to a random bush. He really was a good walker most of the time.

"That's pretty cool," Natasha grinned, her hand holding yours. "How long have you been doing it?"

"Since I was six," Isabella boasted.

"She's pretty good," You added. "Gymnastics, ballet, and dance. She's the busiest kid I know."

"It's fun," Isabella smiled. "Keeps the mind going and the body healthy. Did you play sports as a kid?"

"I did ballet," Natasha admitted."Yeah, it was a long time ago."

"Did you like it?"

"I did," Natasha nodded. "I was good at it, too."

"Were you any good?" Isabella asked.

"Kind of," Natasha chuckled. "It was a long time ago."

"When did you stop?"

"Well, I didn't quit," Natasha explained. "I got older, and my body changed. The type of moves they have us do can be hard on the body."

"Oh," Isabella nodded, a little less cheerful. "So, did you ever hurt yourself?"

"Not seriously, no," Natasha shrugged.

"That's good," Isabella sighed, relieved. "I hurt myself last year. A twisted ankle."

"Yeah," Natasha nodded.

"I cried because it hurt," Isabella continued.

"Of course, it did," You smiled. "We'd take a break until you were feeling better. Then you were back at it."

"Yeah," Isabella sighed. "Rookie mistakes."

"You could say that," You grinned.

"Are you busy on Wednesday, Natasha?" You could see by the smile in her eyes that Isabella was about to ask her something without your permission.

"Wednesday? What’s on your mind?"

Isabella's face lit up with a mischievous grin, her eyes darting toward you briefly before returning to Natasha. "We have this recital rehearsal, and we get to bring a helper for some of the moves. Can you come?"

You groaned internally, already anticipating how this was going to play out. "Bella, we talked about this. You’re supposed to ask me before inviting someone."

"I know," she said innocently, twirling a strand of her hair. "But Natasha’s really strong. She’d be great for the lifts!"

Natasha glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Lifts, huh?"

"It’s true!" Isabella insisted. "And besides, you said you used to dance. You’ll understand better than Mama. No offense," she added quickly, glancing your way.

"None taken," you muttered, trying not to roll your eyes.

Natasha seemed thoughtful for a moment. "When is it? I could probably stop by," she said, looking at you for permission.

"Great!" Isabella cheered, jumping up and down. "It starts at four on Wednesday, and we can pick you up."

"Or you can meet us there," you suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Isabella said, waving her hand dismissively. "Can we go to the park now? Pleeeease?"

"I think we can manage," You said, reaching out and taking Bear's leash. The dog had been patiently waiting during your conversation. You didn't think he'd wander off but didn't want to risk it.

"Yes!" Isabella cheered, throwing her hands up.

"Actually, I have a studio session now," Natasha checked her phone. "I'm pretty late, and Wanda's going to kill me."

"Oh, well, do you want us to walk to the house with you?"

"No, I have my car keys," Natasha denied. "I'll find my way."

"Oh, well, okay," You nodded. Isabella gestured for you to kiss her goodbye. You rolled your eyes at your kid and pulled Natasha down the sidewalk out of earshot. "So, I'll talk to you later?"

"You bet," Natasha nodded. She pressed her lips to yours, giving you a sweet, tender kiss. You leaned into it, savoring the taste of her and the feel of her. You'd never get tired of this.

"Okay," You whispered as you broke the kiss.

"Okay," She smiled, squeezing your hand. "Bye, Isabella."

"Bye, Natasha," Isabella called.

"See you, little one," Natasha smiled, winking at her before leaving.

You watched her walk away, admiring the view. It wasn't until she disappeared around the corner that you rejoined your daughter.

"You're in looove," Isabella teased.

"Maybe," You smirked.

"You should totally marry her," Isabella commented.

"Oh, should I?" You asked. "It hasn't even been that long."

"When you know, you know," Isabella said sagely.

"That's very true," You nodded.

"She makes you happy, right?"

"She does," You agreed.

"And I like her." Isabella listed. "You should totally marry her."

"How about we take things slow, okay?" You chuckled. "Let's see how things go."

"Whatever," Isabella giggled.

"What's with you and this whatever thing?" You wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Isabella shrugged dramatically, leaning into your side. "It’s just a vibe, Mama. You know, like, whatever happens, happens."

You couldn’t help but laugh at her sass. "I don’t know about you, but you’re too young to drop wisdom like that."

She grinned mischievously. "Maybe, but someone’s got to keep you in check."

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you hugged her tighter. "I think I’m the one who needs to be keeping you in check."

Isabella hummed, content to let you have the last word for now.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the morning together, laughing and playing and making up silly songs.

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When Natasha arrived at the studio session, initially, she didn't know what to write. She'd had a list of songs in her black book that she knew she wanted to lay out. But for the last hour, she'd been staring at the blank sheet, her pencil hovering uselessly over the staff.

"Are you writing?" Wanda asked.

"I am," Natasha nodded.

"Then why aren't we recording?"

"Just... a little writer's block," Natasha said.

"Writer's block?" Wanda repeated. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"I do, but..." She shook her head. "I try not to write such personal things. I have a melody and a couple of lyrics in my head, but I don't know if I should do it."

"Becuase you're in a love triangle?" Wanda guessed.

"No, it's not even a love triangle," Nataha shut her book. "It's not even a love anything. Carol is my ex. I blocked her number. Y/n is my now."

"So why the blockage?" Wanda asked.

Natasha paused momentarily, trying to figure out what was holding her back. Her heart told her to write, but her head told her to be smart.

"It's not like I haven't written love songs before," Natasha started.

"But these are about Y/n," Wanda nodded. "And Carol. I get it."

"Carol was a long time ago. What we had... it wasn't good. We didn't end things on good terms. Y/n, on the other hand, is something I want to try. Someone that means something to me."

"Then write about it," Wanda shrugged.

"I just don't know if I should," Natasha said. "Writing a song about Carol? Fine. We weren't happy. But Y/n. She's someone special. If I write about her and it doesn't work out..."

"You can't live your life worried about the what-ifs," Wanda pointed out. "If you want this relationship and're serious about her, then you must be willing to put yourself out there. That's what people do. They take risks. They have faith in one another. It's a leap of faith."

"When did you become a philosopher?" Natasha teased.

"I'm not," Wanda chuckled. "I just think you're overthinking it. Write the damn song, Natasha. Or I will."

Natasha opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it. "Okay, it starts like this..."

"I love her, I want her, but my heart cannot recover,

Stuck in a whirlwind, won’t you get me out?

Fading in and out of what we were before,

But I'm losing me when I keep begging for more."

Natasha sat back, tapping the pen against the notebook's edge as she let the words flow through her mind. Wanda watched her carefully, a knowing smile on her face. Natasha had always been cautious, especially regarding matters of the heart, and Wanda had seen it enough times to recognize the hesitation.

"You know," Wanda began, leaning forward, "that song is pretty powerful already. The emotions are raw. You don't have to have everything figured out right now. Sometimes, you just need to let the music do the talking."

Natasha nodded, eyes still focused on the page, her mind racing with the thoughts of Carol and you of the past and the present. The confusion between what she'd been through and what she now had with you. It wasn't easy, but it felt right.

"You’re right," Natasha finally admitted, her voice softer. "I just... I don't want to mess things up with Y/n. She’s different, Wanda. She’s... real."

Wanda reached over and squeezed her hand, her expression gentle. "I know, and that's a good thing. It's a sign that things are changing for the better. Take it one day at a time, and don't overthink it."

"That's easier said than done," Natasha sighed.

"True," Wanda chuckled. "But I'm always here for you, even if it means reminding you not to be so damn stubborn all the time. Now, let's write some more of this song."

Natasha grinned, picking up the pen and turning back to the page, her fingers already itching to start composing. "You know, I'm glad we decided to work on this project. It's been a long time coming."

"Me too," Wanda smiled, her eyes lighting up. "And hey, we might actually finish something. We recorded three songs with the guys. If we finish this and like it...we might actually be getting somewhere with the album."

"Don't jinx it," Natasha laughed. "But I wouldn't mind recording more. Especially with this."

"Yeah, yeah," Wanda waved her hand. "Let's just get this song finished. Then we can talk about the next one."

"Deal."

As they worked, the two women found themselves in a comfortable rhythm. The back and forth between them was familiar, and they quickly lost track of time. The song began to come together, and Natasha found herself getting more and more excited. This was the kind of music she wanted to be making—deep, soulful, real.

They spent the rest of the day working on the song, taking breaks only to eat or use the bathroom. When they finally called it a day, both women were exhausted but pleased with their progress.

"Okay, now for the next one," she said with a knowing grin.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Another one already? You don’t waste any time."

Wanda chuckled. "What can I say? We’re on fire. So, I thought… maybe we should try something different for the next single."

Natasha tilted her head in interest. "Different? How?"

"I’m thinking we stick to the punk vibe, but… I want to experiment with something soulful, a voice that's a little outside of our usual sound." Wanda's eyes sparkled with the excitement of the idea. "I was thinking Y/n could be a good fit for it."

"Y/n? As in, my girlfriend?"

"Yes, and my friend," Wanda nodded.

"You think she could do it?" Natasha asked, her chest warming at the mention of the you.

"Yeah, absolutely. She's got a great voice, and her lyrics are killer. Plus, she's not afraid to be vulnerable. That's the kind of emotion we're going for. What do you think?" Wanda began to pack up her things.

"I think it's a big ask," Natasha said. She sighed, her thoughts racing. "I guess I get the appeal. It’s just… Y/n's got her own sound. I don’t want to pull her into something that’s not authentic to her. Plus, she doesn't sing anymore."

"I get it, and I wouldn't be suggesting it if I didn't think she was right for the song. I've heard her sing before. She's got the range and the passion." Wanda looked at Natasha, her expression serious. "It's worth a shot. Maybe if she hears the song, she'll feel inspired to sing again."

"Maybe," Natasha said, though she wasn't sure. The thought of you singing again filled her with hope, but she didn't want to get her expectations too high. You'd clarified that singing wasn't part of your life anymore. Still, the idea of having you collaborate with them was intriguing. "Okay, I'll bring it up with her. But no promises."

"Fair enough," Wanda nodded. "I'll let you take the lead. Just don't wait too long. I think it could be a game-changer for us."

Natasha gave her a skeptical look. "A game-changer? Isn't that a bit much?"

Wanda shook her head. "Nah, not when it's true. Besides, the world could always use more soulful artists. It's a win-win."

"All right," Natasha relented. "I'll talk to her."

"Great," Wanda smiled. "I'll see you later."

"Bye, Wanda," Natasha said, waving her off. She had a lot to think about.

The question was, where did you stand on all of this?

---> next part

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Scott Street

Summary: Reader went back to the town she grew up in. What happens if she sees an old flame? Will they be strong enough to rekindle the fire? Or will they let the fire burn down?

A/N: Hey, I wrote this while listening to Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers. Hence the title, trying a different genre of writing so I hope you like it!

The town felt unchanged, as if time had paused in her absence. For her, though, everything was different. A decade had slipped away since she had left, and the only reason she returned was for her brother’s wedding. Once that was over, she intended to leave again, to retreat to the life she had built far from here.

As she strolled through the neighborhood, she sought familiar landmarks and faces that would reignite the memories of her childhood. But nothing stirred within her; the town seemed almost alien. It might have been the relentless passage of time that transformed it, or perhaps she had simply forgotten the moments tied to these places.

Stepping into the local mart, she was on a quest for snacks, but the cashier was a stranger. It used to be Ernie, the kind-hearted man who would slip her a candy bar when she didn’t have enough cash. The only constant was the cash register itself, a relic in a world that had moved on.

She wandered the aisles, searching for something—anything—that would quench her hunger or rekindle a flicker of nostalgia. Standing before the freezer, she pondered over a choice between Nat Light and Corona. Both beers had been staples in her youth, but they were now relics of a life she had chosen to leave behind. Everything connected to this town—the people, the places, the drinks—felt like ghosts of a past she had buried.

“Still a Corona girl?”

The voice sliced through her thoughts, startling her. She turned, and her stomach twisted at the sight of him. 

Bucky.

She hadn’t seen him in years, hadn’t heard his name whispered in conversation, hadn’t even allowed herself to think about him. He was one of the reasons she had left—his lingering presence and the complications that came with it. What did they even have? It hadn’t been a relationship; it had been a friendship, marked by a single night of passion and a few stolen kisses.

She swallowed hard, struggling to dislodge the tightness in her throat. “Bucky,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, as memories flooded back unbidden.

“Glad you still know my name,” he said, a hint of surprise lacing his voice. He leaned casually against the freezer, his gaze steady on her, but there was an edge of uncertainty beneath his relaxed demeanor.

Y/N could feel the weight of their shared past hanging in the air between them, thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She hadn’t anticipated running into him here, not after all this time. Her heart raced, caught in a mix of nostalgia and anxiety.

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to forget,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light, even as memories swirled around them. The laughter, the stolen moments—they had etched themselves into her mind, impossible to erase.

He chuckled softly, but there was an undercurrent of tension in his laughter, as if he too was grappling with the memories. “What brings you back?”

Her heart sank slightly at the question. “Just family stuff—my brother’s wedding. I’ll be gone again after that.” She kept her response vague, unwilling to dive into the details of her life or the reasons behind her long absence.

“Ah, a quick visit, then,” he said, his eyes searching hers, as if hoping for a glimpse into her life.

“Yeah, something like that,” she replied, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Their conversation felt familiar yet foreign, like picking up a book she had loved but realizing the pages had been torn out.

“Do you still drink these?” he asked, nodding toward the beer in her hand, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“Haven’t drank it in a decade,” she replied, a faint smile tugging at her own lips, trying to reclaim some of the lightness that had characterized their friendship.

He grinned, the expression softening the tension that had hung between them. “So you completely forgot about it?.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, her gaze drifting back to the freezer, suddenly unsure of what to do next. She could feel the weight of his presence, the memories threatening to pull her under.

As the silence stretched, she realized how much she had missed this—this banter, this connection, even if it was complicated. “So, how have you been? How’s Becca?” she finally asked, meeting his gaze once more, curiosity mingling with trepidation.

“Becca’s got her degree,” he said, the weight of his experiences evident in his tone. “But we’re good. Can’t complain. I can’t be more proud of my little sister”

“That's good to hear,” she replied, and for a moment, the world outside the mart faded away, leaving just the two of them standing in a familiar yet changed space. “I remember her telling me she’ll get that degree one day.”

“That day finally came,” he said, crossing his arms, gazing into her eyes to see if she still has memories of him. 

“You still play drums?” she asked, trying to bridge the gap of silence with the only piece of knowledge she had about him.

“No,” he grinned, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “I stopped. That was a lot of shit to carry.”

“Oh,” she replied, her heart sinking slightly. She bit her lip, feeling the weight of the conversation press down on her. There was so much she didn’t know about him anymore, so much time had passed. “How about the band?”

“They’re all married,” he admitted, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice, though it was mixed with a tone of resignation.

She nodded, happy for his friends. “How about you?”

He lifted his left hand, revealing a carefree smile. “Free as a bird.”

“Just how you like it,” she said  like an echo of their past.

He stood still, the words hanging in the air, heavy with meaning. The truth clawed at his chest; he didn’t like it. He didn’t relish the freedom she spoke of. In fact, he craved the opposite—he wanted to be captivated, tied down by something real, something meaningful. But he’d lost that chance the moment she walked away.

That’s when she noticed it—the small tattoo on his wrist. Her initial, etched into his skin, a ghost of their shared past. The sight sent a rush of memories flooding back, and she quickly pulled her sleeves down, trying to hide her own matching tattoo, the one she had been afraid to remove.

“Still got it?” he asked, his voice dropping slightly, as if he already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” she murmured, her cheeks warming. “I thought about getting it removed, but…” She trailed off, the words caught in her throat. The truth was, she couldn’t bring herself to let go of that piece of him, no matter how much time had passed.

“It’s a part of us, I guess,” he said, his gaze lingering on her wrist, a mix of nostalgia and something deeper reflecting in his eyes.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky stood frozen, their memories flooded through him. Reliving the past they had. Regretting the future they couldn’t. He thought about the last time they saw each other. It was his birthday party, the night where she admitted her feelings, but he turned it down because he was scared. Afraid of not being able to give her the future she needs. He was a drummer playing on a gig. That even wasn’t enough to feed himself. His answer that night was the one she hadn’t hoped for. She was content with what they had, as long as they’re together. As long as he could also risk their friendship. But he didn’t, he was not gonna let her bet on their future where he couldn’t provide. However, she took it another way, she took it as rejection.

“Bucky?” she called him, breaking the silence, her gaze piercing through the tension. “Are you okay?”

He forced a smile, though it felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. “Yeah, just… thinking about old times,” he replied, his heart heavy with the unspoken words trapped inside.

He hesitated, his expression shifting to something more vulnerable. “Do you ever regret it?”

“Regret what?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Leaving. Us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated with the weight of their history.

“Bucky,” she took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. “I—”

“Have you forgotten about me? About what we had?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with a vulnerability he rarely showed. He knew that he wouldn’t have the chance to ask all these unsaid thoughts once again.

She felt bombarded by the questions he was throwing her way. The air thickened with tension as she searched his eyes, desperately trying to find the right words. “No, I haven’t forgotten,” she finally managed, her voice shaky. “I just… I don’t know.”

“Did you really love me?” he asked, his voice low, searching her face for answers.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, her heart racing at the weight of the question.

“Do you still?” He leaned in slightly, hope and fear mingling in his gaze.

“I don’t know,” she replied, sighing in defeat. The truth hung heavily between them, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Bucky took a step back, his expression clouded with disappointment. “I see,” he said softly. “When do you leave?”

Y/N felt a pang of longing as she considered his words. “In a week,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Here’s my number,” he gave her a card, his eyes gentle yet insistent. “When you find your answer, call me."

“Okay. I can do that.” She nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation.

“Good,” he said, a small smile breaking through the tension between them. “I gotta go.”

There was an awkward pause as Bucky hesitated, unsure whether to kiss her or simply walk away. After a moment of indecision, he settled on a hug. It felt safe, but meaningful. She returned the embrace, her arms wrapping around him a little tighter than she expected.

Bucky inhaled her scent, a mix of nostalgia and comfort that stirred memories of their past. He stayed longer than usual, holding her as if trying to freeze this moment in time, to capture the feeling of being close to her again.

Y/N could feel the weight of the embrace, the unspoken words hanging between them. Neither wanted to let go, but eventually, they did. Bucky gave her one last look before stepping back.

“Take care, Y/N,” he said softly.

“You too, Bucky,” she replied, watching him walk away, feeling like the door they’d cracked open was still waiting to be fully stepped through.

Bucky hesitated at the door, his hand hovering just above the handle as if crossing the threshold might take something away. He turned back, his voice soft yet firm as he called her name again.

"Yeah?" she asked, her gaze meeting his, her voice carrying a tinge of surprise.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” he said, his eyes gleaming with an emotion he didn’t dare name, a quiet plea hidden in the simple request.

Her heart pounded in her chest, an ache she couldn’t quite place. She managed a small smile, though her voice trembled slightly as she answered, “I won’t.”

For a moment, the air between them felt heavy, charged with all the unsaid things, before he nodded and finally stepped out. Y/N went home with a heavy heart. As she stepped into her room, she locked the door behind her, craving solitude. She found herself drawn to the box in her closet, a repository of memories filled with photos and trinkets from her time with Bucky. Each picture stirred up a rush of emotions, from laughter to heartache, but as the days wore on, she kept herself busy, trying to drown out the memories that slipped through the cracks of her resolve.

Despite her efforts, the memories clawed their way back, reminding her of the intensity of their past. A sense of longing settled over her, intertwining with a deep ache of regret. She took a deep breath holding her plane ticket, she looked around to see a familiar face, but once again she didn’t. 

With a heavy heart, Y/N stepped inside, the sun shining brightly overhead, but it felt as though a shadow loomed over her. Each step felt like a farewell to the pieces of her heart that she had left behind. She thought of Bucky and the tender moments they had shared, the promise of rekindling something that had once burned so fiercely between them. But now, she was leaving again, and the weight of the decision pressed down on her like a leaden anchor. Perhaps it was for the good, she reached into her pocket and got out his card.

James Bucky Barnes.

Attorney at Law.

She smiled, feeling proud of his achievement. She took a deep breath before putting it back in her pocket. As she stepped inside the plane, she looked back, just one last glimpse of the town she used to know. The town that now treats her like a stranger.

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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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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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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

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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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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

{OMEGA PT. 12} {OMEGA PT. 13} {OMEGA PT. 14}

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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.

[screaminglygay]

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.

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Phoenix's Crush

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader

Your Hangman's girlfriend. Phoenix can't get you out of her head.

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“Stop moving Nat. I’m almost done.” Natasha chuckled at your instruction and tried to relax as you straddled her lower abdomen as you finished doing her eye makeup. “Why are we doing this again?” Natasha laughed, unsure of where to put her hands- granted, it’d been like that for over an hour at that point. “Because you said you haven’t done your makeup in like 15 years, and I was bored. You’re humoring me, Nat.”

Natasha felt her stomach twist. You were Hangman’s girlfriend. You and Jake had been long-distance for the past few years due to his deployment schedule but since the success of last year’s uranium mission, The Daggar Squad found themselves a more permanent home in North Island. You moved to San Diego and in with Jake a few weeks ago, and everyone loved you- but Natasha had more… complicated… feelings. 

Natasha had been romantically and sexually interested in women before and had her share of relationships. But you were different in a way that intrigued her. 

You were down-to-earth and funny. You laughed at Natasha’s jokes and took a genuine interest in her. The other Daggar significant others clearly weren’t into what Natasha was, and they hadn’t made an effort to get to know her, at least not beyond writing her off as no threat to their romantic endeavors. 

“The eyebrows got a little 2017 Instagram-y on me, but I think you look absolutely gorgeous—or should I say even more gorgeous than usual?” you smiled as you shifted off Natasha’s hips and onto the couch beside her before reaching over to grab your phone from the coffee table. 

The two of you were taking selfies when your phone rang, flashing Jake’s contact picture across your screen. It was of the two of you from a Navy Ball a few years ago. Jake was in his dress whites while you wore a long emerald green silky dress that complimented your skin tone perfectly. Jake had a hand protectively grasping your hip. Your hands were on his chest while you kissed his cheek lovingly. Natasha swallowed; she wished she’d been in Jake's shoes at that moment. You excused yourself and took Jake’s call in the kitchen.

~

“Take Hayley. Y/N was all fuckin’ over me after-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Bagman. No one wants to hear you objectify your girlfriend.” Natasha spat, interrupting Jake’s explanation of you and his most recent date night. Natasha got up suddenly, making her chair loose balance and fall back.

Coyote’s eyes widened at the outburst, and watched Natasha pick up her lunch tray and storm out of the cafeteria. She pushed past Rooster and Bob. Bob watched her throw her lunch tray out and head toward the rec room. He shot Rooster a confused look before the two men joined Hangman and Coyote at their lunch table. 

“What was that about?” Rooster asked as he set his lunch tray down. He moved to pick up Natasha’s fallen chair before sitting in the one next to it. Hangman shrugged, “I was tellin’ Coyote about this hot tub boat I took Y/N out on, and Phoenix got pissed. The woman needs to get some.” he laughed at the end of his explanation. Rooster and Coyote exchanged a similar look of annoyance before everyone at the table returned to their lunches. 

Bob poked at his food. After flying with her, he knew Phoenix like the back of his hand. She wouldn’t have stormed out like that because Hangman was being a prick—there was something deeper there. He was going to figure it out.

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Hand on heart ( Jake seresin x Singlemom!reader ) chapter 5

Summary : Girls night is in full swing and girls do wanna have fun ..only the guys to show up when a feeling of jealousy rises in hangman but hey he get to take her home in the end ... just not the way he wanted .

warning : girls night , few creep , jealous jake but also soft jake , drunk reader, goofy fun ,

Previous part

Buzzing in her ears , music thumping body flowing with the rhythm of the music  being her age for that moment and not someone older for once not that she minded she loved being a mom , she love working but these rare moment she could let her hair down were indeed a treat .   alcohol making everything a lighter , little loose to the point she didn’t much mind the bodies bumpy along on the dancefloor each person enjoying the music  and the night of carefree fun .  nat was ecstatic having someone she could enjoy her night with , another female around given it was very few females stationed in top gun seems the navy was still a little in the past.  The two nodding to the bar , laughing and giggling at fact of the same thought as she check her phone  the group chat  asking if they were ok like they weren’t two grown women mainly for jake with was surprising she didn’t peg him as the protective type. 

“ so eye on anyone?” nat panted searching out for the bar tender. 

“ nah i wanna enjoy night plus i like my bed alone “ she snorted shaking her head. 

“ nah not here i mean in general , i mean milf like you crawling with offers and  i’m sure you could have your pick of anyone “  she smiled brightly  although she seemed to be picking up something and maybe phishing to see it anything was possible . 

“ oh nah i mean the guys are hot don’t get me wrong just hard to date with toddler and still settling into our life here” peach shrugged turning to see the bar tender smiling a little more between the two . 

“ what can  i get you two  … let me guess hardcore ?” he winked,  eyes raking over her frame . 

“ two vodka’s and redbull please we’ll need the energy “ she batted her lashes ,coy smirk on her lips . 

“ coming up and it’s on me” he strolled off a little swagger in his step . 

“ see milf “ nat laughed . 

“ hey little flirting ain’t off the table “ . 

“ you and bagman seem close” 

“ me and jake just get along is all probably remind him of home ain’t nothing to it plus he doesn’t do the single mom thing”  she rolled her eyes . 

“ he doesn’t do alot of things he is lately “ nat muttered luckily with the music was loud . “ if he did ?” . 

“ well i still wouldn’t he maybe gorgeous but it’s too messy dealing with playboys  which i can see he is  ,i like having him as a friend   less complicated and  no one get hurt” she smiled  not so convincingly, jake seresin was a charmer  , good looking and .. ok she totally would but she could rightfully it was too messy and belle liked him too , she could see he wasn’t the settle down type and she thats type she wanted . someone who could understand her time wasn’t hers or that she would prefer majority of the time to be home with belle or at home reading , watching movies. Yes she was enjoying being out but she like her own time too .

“ your drinks ladies “ the bar tender stood flashing a flirty grin  barely looking nat’s way when he was handing her drink . 

“ thank you kindly sugar” she called as he slid over napkin she could see his number on it as he shot her another wink before leaving.  

“ i think you might be wrong “ nat nodded typing away into her phone  . “ but hey if bringing you out gets us free drinks i’m paying amelia ever weekend “ she laughed  , secret testing her theory  or experiment of sorts.

He thought maybe taking to a pretty girl would help something he could work out of his system the way he  knew how , yet no matter what chloe or was it charlie  talking to  him all he could think of was peach . the way she look out of this world then he was thinking of how she always looked out of this world . her smile made him smile  , how even thought  there was so many to get used to she still made sure to include everyone,  what was happening to him was he sick or dying something had to be a going on maybe she was a witch he heard they seemed to be popular  lately  something like in practical magic. 

“ nat says their having fun peach  and her is getting lots of free drinks  and  few guys are   eyeing peach up “ bob chuckled reading out the message he was told in a separate message. 

“ you think we should go i mean what if someones lurking  and could be unsafe.. Just  to be you know safe” he knew he was fucked when he found  himself agreeing with rooster but   he couldn’t let him know that or that he was listening in the first place but he did say good bye to chloe or charlie . 

“ sorry darling i gotta go  maybe another night  looks like my friend needs me” he nodded towards a concerned looking rooster . 

“ promise?” she purred .

“ yeah good , see ya “ he  turned  looking, crossing his arms  . “ Bradshaw what you pouty for now”  play it cool he kept telling himself , pretend You know nothing seresin . 

“ the girls say guys are all over them and these  don’t think it causes concern  “ Bradley glared at the men around him . 

“ They are having good time and getting free drinks not being hounded or harassed” bob clarified watching the blondes reaction . 

“ that could be spiked we don’t know that  “ bradley quipped  hoping it was getting through to someone he just didn’t think it would be hangman . 

“ well then we can check it out plus bit dead around here” jake shrugged , again trying to play it cool . 

“ what about charlene?” javy eying his best friend up as nat wasn’t the only one catching things . 

“ been there , done it come on might be fresh meat there and we can make sure girls are ok “ he shrugged  nonchalantly.

“ guess we're going either way “ he shook his head  , hiding the little smile as Bob was currently typing away into his phone with a similar one on his face.  

Two girls on other hand were increasingly becoming popular to the men of the club and one caught nats eye dancing  while she was the wing woman this time which was slightly ironic but she was being friendly but not overly friendly giving the dude was a bit .. much ,  a gym bro who constantly bragged about stuff she had no idea where a thing .   telling her how she could benefit from being in the gym was were she was getting more pissed at . 

“ oh i would be very hard to bring a baby to the gym “ she smiled  sweetly only for his face to contort in confusion . 

“ do you like baby sit or something ?” he asked almost hopefully for a yes , she could see nat eying the man  already . 

“ no made this one myself “ she shrugged only to see the guy give her a look and then turn to his friend. 

“ dude there moms let’s bounce”  not subtle or quiet in his wording to the point and ready to run . 

“ and ? what’s that got to do with them as a person “ his friend jeff or  justin she barely notice but she couldn’t help shoot nat a wink . 

“ i’m going , enjoy another man’s baggage “ he scoffed as she glared . 

“ enjoy you reps and palms because only action your going to get” she called only for him to turn back only his face no longer confident as it once was . whatever was ready to come out of his mouth well it was gone faster than he was . only for her to turn and see the guys standing there  like her own squad of body guard .  the drunken cheer that came from her lips as she threw her arms around the closet which was bob who was blushing profusely . “ hey guys “ she giggled . “ lets dance” she laughed pulling them leaving nat to her new friend .  

Was this some form torture why it had to be watching her dancing it up body moving with the music like the two were one , with everyone even when she was dancing with him , it felt hotter in the club the sway of her hips her hand on his chest  losing himself in a little fantasy think  this was them together in a situation more than just a friendly term , his hand falling to her hips and letting himself get lost in her aura , lost in the world he was trying so hard to  ignore , those feeling he was spending day to day to try and build . then the song ended and he was pulled to reality when  they headed over to the group as nat waved her goodbyes hand in hand with her new friend.  Peach and bradley  decided to play some game that made no sense to anyone but the two .  he hated this feeling that was burning inside him anywhere she went she had eyes on her , eyes hungrily devouring her with each breathe she took .  he jaw clenched and his hand gripped his drink to point javy 

couldn’t help laugh . 

“ you know green really is your color man “ he stood at Jake's side watching her head to the bar and now it was the bartender  shooting her winks and flirty smiles as her head fell back laughing at whatever was so funny.  “ shit you’re really jealous huh ?” He patted his shoulder. 

“ should quit drinking man, starting to spew some nonsense right now” he shook his head yet his grip didn’t ease . 

“ the look you were giving bradshaw  if they could kill we would be planning his funeral” he snorted . “ where is she going ?”he said both men watching  her demeanor change and head out the front door . 

“ i’ll go see she ok “ jake stood handing javy his drink ignoring  the shit eating grin on his best friends face  as he followed after. 

It seemed she may of over done it one minute she was sitting chatting with the nice man then next she felt her stomach twisting and turning and her skin getting incredibly hot.   All the drinks hitting at once and her steps unsteady , when the night air hit it was best and worse decision she made it skin cooler  but she felt worse  , her vision was uneven but of course she could recognise the blonde blob that was instantly at her side . 

“ you ok orange?” his own voice slurred realising he may of drank more than he thought . 

“ i don’t feel so good jenga “ she  mused her cute little face scrunched up  and hiccup to follow. 

“ lets get you home ok “ he smiled pulling out his phone and texting javy as he already order the uber feeling her sway at his side hold his arm for support only for javy to come out with her bag and jacket  slight worried look on his face. 

“ i blame roo on this “ she yawned making both men chuckle .  “ did you do the game with him too “ she asked looking up . 

“ nah he was too busy drowning his sorrows peach “javy chuckled .

“ your sad … why are you sad “  her pout and big eyes looking up , cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her system  and the wobble of her lip as jake soon was glaring at javy. 

“ i’m joking he’s not sad”  javy winced .

“ that not a nice joke “ she sniffled .

“ i’m sorry peach i’ll buy you  breakfast tomorrow “ he smiled hugging her as the uber pulled up. 

“ c’mon darling lets get you home “  jake linked his arm in her and led them to the car. 

 She talked nonsensically the whole time but yet it was his favourite sound listening to the stories mixing into one another  and yet he hadn’t the heart to correct her.  Then it was silence and a weight on his shoulder .  her lift parted  , eyelashes  fanning her cheek and the snores falling out of her mouth .  so lost  it was like no time at all  , the way his heart beat ,  the way she entrapped all his sense , he knew he was a goner but shit this was different than some crush or attraction.   It wasn’t until the driver told them  , they arrived at the destination . he wordless took her out of the car carrying her the front door knowing they were in her jacket she woke momentarily to hand him the keys , carrying her in through the house  before setting her on the bed . sitting up slowly she pulled the dress off of her body as he felt the blood all drain down south .  standing unsure she grab a sleep shirt as he rushed into the bathroom . grabbing the make up wipe or least what they said on the package . 

“ let get this off you darling “ he smiled wiping her face with light soft strokes on his face, thanking god that he had sisters to know how to do all this. Then he headed back with face creams applying them just as gently . as he went to move  only for a tug on his shirt looking down  , the way she was looking up at him melt. 

“ stay .. in the guest room” she yawned nuzzling into her blanket , a nod to her although pointless as she began snoring once more. Walking down the hall as he found the guest room and of course like the way she decorated the rest of her home it was homely and cosy a slice of home  , he walked to the kitchen grabbing himself a drink of water while bringing her one two alone with some pain killers placing them on the bedside table . 

“ g’night darling “ he called before turning in for the night . “ i’m so fucked “ he groaned heading down the hallway. 

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Hot Milf’s Kitten

Part 3

MILF Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Fluff

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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.

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Don't Read the Last Page | Chapter 3 (Tony/Reader)

Summary: Your friend Nat claims her plan to distract Tony Stark with her sex appeal isn't working, so she wants you to do it with your brain--and a sexy red dress. Things start out completely over your head and get more complicated when SHIELD becomes involved.

Length/Warnings: 4,200 | none (future smut!!)

My Tony tag list is basically in shambles, going commando here, blame the surgery haha. Had this half done and decided to YOLO and finish editing.

OH FFS I PUT CHAPTER TWO AND IT'S THREE. BLAME THE EYE!

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Exerpt:

“A conscience? You haven’t done anyth--” you start to say, but he interrupts you with mercurial suddenness.

“I’m dying. I want to touch you, and I’m dying, so I want to do it now. Not in a week, not tomorrow, not when I’m sober, now. But I can’t get out of the suit. I’m stuck.” His expression is bleak, and he’s watching you like he knows what you’re going to say. You say the first thing you think of, because it’s obvious he’s expecting it.

“That sounds like a lie meant to manipulate.”

“You’re right. Eighteen months ago I might have said I was dying to persuade a woman to sleep with me and not even feel bad. Eighteen months ago it wouldn’t have been true.”

Chapter Three: Gone With the Wind

Just when you thought the night couldn’t get more chaotic, someone wearing a silver version of Stark’s suit interrupts his drunken microphone speech and tells him to ‘shut it down.’ 

Natasha pulls you into an alcove shortly before the crowd stampedes away from the coming confrontation.

“Bad planning. They’re running away from him, sure, but that’s not towards an exit,” Nat laments. Seconds later, the two Iron Man suits power past you through multiple walls, the crowd panics, and you hear someone calling out for help. It’s the DJ.

Nat refocuses on you. “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do: go upstairs, turn left, go up to the keypad on the second door and put in 1122. That’s my code. You should be safe in there. If you get too worried, head into the bathroom, those are always reinforced.”

“You want me to stay here?” 

“He’ll associate me with the party, he already likes you, and someone’s got to stick around to keep an eye on him. Please?” Natasha is offensively good with puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, all right. Are you going to help the DJ?” you ask. Nat nods and makes a shooing motion. You start up the stairs, slipping your shoes off and running when you feel the whole building shake. You barely make it into the bathroom (because yes, reinforced sounds like the only safe place to be, right now) when a gigantic crashing noise and sounds of fighting make you cower in the large bathtub.

There’s only one silver lining, and it’s really freaking thin: even Nick Fury couldn’t blame you for this, right? This could have happened even if you hadn’t ever set foot in the house. Stark was planning to get entirely hammered tonight, you’re completely certain of it. As you huddle in the bathtub (it’s basically hot-tub sized, and you have to laugh at yourself for having the glass doors around it closed, as if that will stop anything) with your high heels beside you, you feel a twinge of conscience.

You want to help.

You’ve always been good at coming up with rationalizations, reasons to do or not do things, and your helpful brain is starting to do that about this, even though you’re basically a Red Shirt in this scenario. The thing is, Stark did seem to want to listen to you, and definitely wanted you to think you were influencing him, even though you are completely sure he was planning to get hammered at the party. You’ve cared about the man for years, though more in a ‘what famous person would you have lunch with’ way than a ‘what famous person’s house do you want to cower in the bathtub of’ way.

In the back of your mind, a gossipy little voice points out that you could have gotten a few kisses and even some groping out of the man if all hell hadn’t broken loose.

Bottom line, aren’t you as qualified as any other ‘pluck a random pretty girl off the street’ candidate to try to persuade this man not to rush headlong into any more disasters?

“Too late, in case you haven’t noticed?” you groan.

On the other hand, if Natasha couldn’t trick him into calming down, what chance do you have? You’ve heard some of her stories, and even back when you thought she was just making shit up, they’d been impressive. Couldn’t Nick Fury find someone else to do his scut work? By the look on Pepper Potts’ face tonight, Stark seems to have alienated her fairly neatly without your help, which is a relief, really, because you’d really hated the subtle implications Fury had made about standing between a burgeoning relationship. You’ve always loved romance novels about two people that everyone else thinks aren’t meant for each other, but it all works out because they have true love.

That gossipy voice in your head really likes that statement, and not because of Pepper Potts. Having Stark’s attention on you had been heady, and you would have been all for it had you not been in such a public place. 

You’re certain he would have kissed you if you’d had let him, and just thinking that makes you shiver more thrill than fear, despite your current predicament. Now, though? Now he’s drunk. VERY drunk. Can’t consent drunk. Which is another great reason to get out of here, because if the man you’ve crushed on for years (so maybe you aren’t just interested in his brain after all?? That same voice asks tartly) expresses interest when there’s no crowd, no music, no other eyes on you, you’re still going to have to say no.

The smashing sounds stop, and you can hear arguing instead. Maybe there’s a chance to get out of the house while that happens? You are pretty sure there are holes in the floor, and that’s just not safe.

You stand up. You’re in the middle of picking up your shoes and reaching out to open the glass door so you can climb out of the tub when a gigantic shockwave knocks you off your feet, shaking the house and breaking the glass that surrounds the tub. You hit your head on the faucet as you collapse.

Everything starts to have a dreamlike quality to it, and you can see a few little cuts on your legs and arms. They don’t actually feel like anything, even though you can see the blood. At most, they sting. In any case, you feel like someone has injected you with some kind of drug, because you’re sleepy and don’t really care about anything but huddling up in your tub.

All your instincts are screaming that this is not the time to rest, but it’s too late to listen.

You come back to reality with a headache. Taking stock of your situation, you find that miraculously, you’re not really hurt. There are a few scratches, but that’s it. Either way, you sit up and see that the tub is basically littered with thousands of small chunks of tempered glass. Clearing your shoes of as much glass as you can while you feel woozy, you wipe off the bottom of your feet and put them on, so at least you won’t be stepping on glass to get out.

The process of climbing out makes you rant about the whole situation, and you don’t try to be quiet about it, either. There’s no way you could have predicted that a simple party invite would end up like this!

Though, maybe Nick Fury did?

You frown.

Stark’s voice calls up from somewhere below you. “Hello? Someone up there?” You’re about to respond, frozen on the spot when he continues, making it clear that he’s still affected by the alcohol. “If it’s Pepper, I blame you for inviting Rhodey. I told you he was a killjoy!”

The name sounds familiar somehow, but you can’t place it. Given that the only killjoy you observed was the man in the other Iron Man suit, you’re betting that’s who Stark’s referring to.

“Not Pepper,” you call out.

Technically, you’ve done what he asked. You stuck around. It wasn’t on purpose, though. 

When you walk out into the bedroom, you catch your breath. The floor has a hole in it. There are cracks spidering out all around it, and nothing looks structurally sound. You can see the door  maybe ten steps away in total-- but you don’t think there’s a safe pathway over to it.

“Shit, now what?” you say to yourself.

A strange sound catches your attention, and you look over toward the hole in the floor to see Stark levitating up through it, using the power of the devices in the hands and feet of his suit.

“Hey, you’re still here! Great.”

He starts sideways, like he’s moving over to land on the section of floor you’re worried about.

“Wait!” you shout. “It’s not safe.”

“Well, look at that,” Stark says. He sounds like he’s looking at a piece of confusing artwork, or a picture of some stranger’s grandchildren. You watch as he maneuvers over to the door, opens it, and lands on the other side. “Seems stable here. No cracks.”

Stark beckons, and you groan inwardly. 

“It’s not safe to walk on,” you say, speaking slowly in hopes of getting through to Drunk Stark.

“I can come get you!” he announces brightly.

“I’m not sure you’re in any condition to--”

He’s already levitated over, crouched down, and banded an armored arm around your waist by the time you make it through half of your admonition.

“If anything happens, I’ve got you,” Stark says. You give in against your better judgment, as he doesn’t wait for any confirmation from you to start heading across the cracked concrete. Once you’re through the doorway on the other side, you slump against the wall in relief.

“I wouldn’t have let you fall,” he tells you, leaning over to catch your eye.

“Knowing that and making my scared body believe it are two different things,” you tell him. You watch as he tries to parse that, still a bit too drunk for complicated phrasing. After a few seconds, he just shakes his head and looks you up and down.

“Couple of cuts, but I’m fresh out of band aids. You feel okay?” You nod, and Stark makes a wry face and looks down at himself. “Ordinarily I’d offer to ‘check for broken bones,’” (and he actually does the scare quotes with his armored fingers) “--but I’m kind of screwed into this thing, and the machine I use to get me back out is in pieces.” He does a little shrug thing that makes you smile. Something tells you that when he sobers up, he’ll care that he’s stuck in the suit, but for now he’s fine. Given how destructive his behavior was earlier that night, maybe it’s for the better.

“I was hiding in the tub, which was fine until that last shockwave. I fell down and the glass shower door shattered,” you tell him. It sounds a lot less dramatic than the actual experience, somehow.

“And yet, that damned gold shawl made it through!” he says, waving one gauntlet in the general direction of your chest. “You know, there’s no real evidence I’m not still passed out downstairs,” Stark muses, leaning over to look into the room they just came from. “I’ve had dreams like this. You’re probably not actually real, and I’m just imagining that I have one more present to open for my birthday.”

“And I hit my head, so this might all be an elaborate hallucination where I’m alone with you in your house but you can’t take your armor off,” you joke, reaching up to feel the back of your head. “It wouldn’t matter anyway. You’re drunk and can’t consent.” There’s a small lump there that’s tender, but it doesn’t seem to be anything serious. Stark is silent, and you feel your face flush at your presumption. You glance over at him after counting ten seconds in your head.

He doesn’t seem offended. He seems intrigued. He’s got one hand against the wall a few feet down from you, leaning against it. Stark’s looking at you, his head tipped to the side. 

“You’re more relaxed,” he says, sounding confused. “You were here through our whole fight, stuck in a bathtub full of glass next to a room with a hole in it, and here you are joking around with me! You were a nervous wreck earlier!” As he speaks, he punctuates his words with wild hand gestures, pointing and waving until he loses his balance and crashes into the wall beside you. “Okay, definitely still drunk,” he observes in an amused tone. He turns his body so he’s leaning against the wall with his back instead of his face. “I object, by the way. I think I could prove that if I’d consent to fooling around when I wasn’t drunk, drunk me would definitely consent to it, too.”

“I really don’t like crowds,” you shrug in answer to his first question. “And, that’s not how consent works.” 

“The real question is whether you would consent,” he says, reaching his hand out to trace his armored fingers along the edge of your shawl.

“That answer isn’t relevant,” you say quietly. He gives up touching the fabric and moves to lift your chin so you look at his face. There’s a question in his eyes, one that looks more genuine than a drunk proposition. “Maybe,” you whisper.

“Better,” he says approvingly. Stark shifts along the wall and winces.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes. Definitely.”

You see that he’s closed his eyes and is starting to slide down the wall. The house is probably not safe for the long term, but you start looking around for somewhere he can rest that’s more comfy than a hallway. The bedroom you’d been in is out of the question, and Nat’s code doesn’t work on two of the other doors. When you come back, Stark has slid all the way down, and is resting against the wall, his legs splayed out.

“Something tells me your helmet is not comfortable like this,” you murmur, noting the way it leans Stark’s head forward because of the bulk of the armor protecting his head. Awkwardly, you manage to kneel down in your tight dress, thanking fate that the man in front of you is insensate, because he would definitely have had something to say about that. Not that the gossipy voice in your head wouldn’t have enjoyed it. “Excuse me? Mr. Stark?” you say, raising your voice a little.

“Mmm? Oh, it’s you.” he says, opening his eyes and smiling in a dopey way. “I get to unwrap you now, right? Party’s definitely over.”

“Does your helmet come off?” you ask bluntly, ignoring his other comments. You like the sentiment, but being distracted isn’t going to help either of you right now.

Despite that, you will admit to feeling a definite rush of pleased excitement when this famous man you’ve been intrigued by for years said ‘oh, it’s you.’ The way the fates like to fuck with you is in strong evidence, though. First you make friends with a super assassin spy person, and instead of calling you in to help with something really impactful, she makes you go to a party, an activity you’ve never really enjoyed. Then, you get to actually meet Tony Stark, and the man seems genuinely interested in you!? But he’s drunk, and you’ll have to turn him down. It’s really just not fair.

“Ooh, very good idea. We should take it off.” Stark reaches up and runs his armored fingers around the contours of the helmet for a good two minutes, somehow brimming with confidence the entire time. Then he drops his hands. “Yep, can’t remember how.”

“You are completely hopeless,” you laugh. There’s something really adorable about him right now, and it tugs at your heartstrings. He has a party reputation but not so much a drunken one; does anyone even get to see him like this? It feels special in an odd way, but maybe that’s just your mind trying to make the moment something other than a complete mess that you have no idea how to extricate yourself from. Much like Stark and his helmet, actually. “Do you remember how but you can’t quite make your fingers work, or is the knowledge hidden in the amber liquid your brain is steeped in right now?”

“That’s poetic,” he says. He groans and leans his head back, but it doesn’t really work because of the helmet. “It was mostly clear liquid though.”

“Do you want me to try?”

“Kitten, if you want to put your hands on me, I’m all for it,” Stark says.

You’d been kneeling beside him, but when he says that, you sit back on your heels, a bit dazed by the lust-soaked grit in his voice. It’s like you’ve been playing a D&D game and someone just rolled a natural 20 on shifting the tone, or something.

“Uh oh, I lost you again.” He’s back to sounding like a slightly lost, adorable man-child. You’re getting dizzy from the shifts, here, but maybe it’s less dizzy than entranced. He’s still charismatic like this, but far more approachable. It’s dangerous, honestly.

“Pick a mood, Iron Man!” you protest.

“Honestly, don’t take this the wrong way, but if I could pick a mood, it would be asleep.” He does a sad little frown, pressing his lips together in wry disappointment.

“Sleep is good,” you tell him. “The problem is, I don’t know where you could safely do that. I also feel like I probably ought to stay with you until you’re out, because you? are not making good decisions tonight.”

Stark looks at you like you have the answers to all the problems of the universe, then opens his mouth and says, “Donuts.”

“You either hardly ever get drunk or your staff is insanely loyal,” you blurt out in irritation.

“I want donuts. In the morning I’m going to go get some. You should stay. I know a really good place. You can’t miss it, it has a huge donut on the roof. Huge,” Stark says, leaning in as if it’s really important for you to believe him. “I bet I could fit in there.”

His eyes widen and he starts scrambling to his feet, grinning.

“Woah, hold on. You are not qualified to decide what you’re doing or where you’re going right now, okay? Talk to me,” you instruct.

Mentally, you’re making a note to tell Nick Fury that you deserve overtime for this. Like you should start out with time and a half. With hazard pay.

“Bossy!” Stark complains, but he sounds almost enthralled. “No, no, you can trust me. Listen. Step one,” he says, holding up one armored finger. “There’s a couch in the basement. And the walls are gone so it’s not locked anymore, so you don’t need a code.” He grins as if this is some kind of brilliant move he’s made, rather than a result of getting drunk and fighting with expensive, unique technology that has seriously damaged the structural integrity of his million-dollar house. “Step two--” this time he holds up the first finger of his other hand, frowns, then puts the first hand up beside it and nods. “Step two, we use JARVIS to call Happy, so you can take a car home.”

From his buildup you had been convinced this step would be at least somewhat coherent, but it doesn’t make any sense to you at all. 

“Let’s work on step one, shall we?”

“Race you!” he says, and you’re forced to watch helplessly as he lifts off, cackling madly, heading for the room with the hole in the ceiling.

It’s clever, ridiculous, and somehow completely Tony Stark. Impulsively, you rip off your shoes and rush down the stairs.

“Shit, I have no idea how to get to the basement!” you exclaim, frustrated. For all you know, Stark flew from one hole to another, but it’s not like you can!

“Forgive the intrusion, but you’ll find them if you take a turn to the right, walk forward until you reach the wall, and turn right again,” a British voice says in a dry voice.

You look around, but you don’t see anyone.

“Does it help if I tell you that I am JARVIS, Mr. Stark’s AI assistant?”

“Yes, actually, it does,” you say, laughing nervously. You follow the instructions, expecting to see the AI’s physical form. “Stark?”

“I’m not answering to that,” he announces, and you follow the sound of his voice. He’s in a room with, yes, the frames for glass walls, but the walls are gone, just like he said they would be. “It’s Tony or nothing.”

“All right, Nothing, let’s figure out how to get that helmet off,” you say, walking into the room to see that he’s sitting on the couch he’d mentioned. “Could you call your AI down here? He helped me find a non hole in the floor way to get down here.”

Goodnaturedly, Stark nods, then calls out through a smile, “JARVIS, could you manifest a physical presence for my birthday present?”

You’re a bit distracted by being referred to that way, so you miss what he’s really saying until the AI responds. 

“I only wish I could, Sir.”

“It was worth a shot,” Stark says.

“He’s a program, not a robot,” you realize aloud. 

“Yep,” Stark says, yawning.

Over the next five minutes, you speak with the AI as Stark heckles you both between yawns. As time passes, he seems to be losing the nonstop giddy drunken behavior, inserting morose introspection into the mix.

You find out that ‘happy’ is actually the nickname for the Mr. Hogan you met earlier. He’s at the police station smoothing over the fallout from the fight between Stark and the other man, the ‘Rhodes’ you’d heard Nat and Hogan speaking about. Rhodes apparently left with the other suit, but considering that the device to take it back off is out of commission, it kind of makes sense. It’s not like Stark’s in any condition to fix anything.

With JARVIS’s (slightly snarky, which you kind of love) help, you get Stark’s helmet off.

“Thanks,” he says, launching himself to his feet to look at the black mirror of the flat-screen television across from the couch. He examines the skin of his neck with obvious consternation.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask, worried. You come over, but Stark stumbles back, putting his hands up. The gold shawl catches on a metal gauntlet and is pulled off of you.

“Okay, that was awesome, but I swear I didn’t plan it,” Stark says, waving the arm that’s caught in the shawl like it’s a trophy. Then he looks at you, instead of the shawl. “Oh.”

You are pretty sure your face matches your clothing in hue right now. He’s staring, amusement faded into an admiration that’s almost fierce. Stark’s eyes are glittering, and you can feel the heat of them as he looks up from your chest to your face.

“All teasing about presents aside, I really like the dress,” he says in a quiet, rough voice. He winces, reaches up to rub his eyes or his forehead in some way, but stops, frowning at the metal glove he’s wearing. Stark’s smile is bitter and humorless when he shifts his gaze back to you. “Ever since I’ve gotten back from Afghanistan, my life’s just been irony piled on irony. Fuck, even that term is apropos.”

He collapses onto the couch and groans. You’re completely taken aback. He’s gone from a somewhat expected reaction (you’d known he would like what you’d been covering up, he’s Tony Stark) to this display of utter frustration, but you have no idea why. You suspect Fury might know, though, and that thought makes you worried about the defeated cast of Stark’s shoulders as you watch him grapple with whatever is going on.

“The stupid part is, I didn’t even need to grow a conscience right now, but it’s there,” he says, looking over at you.

“A conscience? You haven’t done anyth--” you start to say, but he interrupts you with mercurial suddenness.

“I’m dying. I want to touch you, and I’m dying, so I want to do it now. Not in a week, not tomorrow, not when I’m sober, now. But I can’t get out of the suit. I’m stuck.” His expression is bleak, and he’s watching you like he knows what you’re going to say. You say the first thing you think of, because it’s obvious he’s expecting it.

“That sounds like a lie meant to manipulate.”

“You’re right. Eighteen months ago I might have said I was dying to persuade a woman to sleep with me and not even feel bad. Eighteen months ago it wouldn’t have been true.”

Something inside you shifts, clicking into place. It pushes away the guilt you feel about Nick Fury and SHIELD, turns your worry about your deadline into something hazy and indistinct, focusing instead on that thread of interest you’d had for Tony Stark for years. It solidifies that thread into braided wire, and before you even understand it fully, binds the two of you together.

The strength of that shift frightens you. It’s sudden, but durable. You don’t think you’re going to be able to shake it. You’re not sure you’ll want to.

“You look terrified. You should be.” Stark starts tossing the things that had been on the other cushion of the couch off onto the floor. “Go home. Have an uncomplicated life. Maybe come to my funeral.” He turns his body, throws his feet up, and arcs one of his armored arms over his eyes as he leans back on the couch.

“Miss, there is a tonic that mitigates his symptoms. It can be found in the garage refrigerator. It’s possible that part of Mr. Stark’s current melancholy stems from the combination of the effects of the alcohol and the period of time since he’s had any tonic.”

The brusque British voice startles you. “He’s really dying? What--”

“Palladium poisoning,” Stark says from under his arm.

“Tell me where the tonic is,” you say, looking up at the ceiling.

To be continued...

[redroomreflections]

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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[whereianonymouslypostfics]

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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[artificialroux]

do you have any fun facts about maddie in general or perhaps with her pairings? either with travis, lottie or nat? ^^

hmm...i'm gonna split it up in sections for just maddie vs. maddie/travis then maddie/lottie!

as for just some maddie fun facts;

— her favorite season is autumn, she loves the crisp air and changing leaves, but the cozy sweaters are her favorite part. her absolute top smell is cinnamon and bonfires!

— before the crash she worked part-time at a local bookstore! she loved to read in her free time there, because endless material.

— she’s bad at lying. maddie can be secretive, but when she tries to outright lie, she either stumbles over her words or over-explains. her tells make it obvious to anyone paying attention.

— she has a nervous habit of playing with her hair. when anxious, she twists strands around her fingers, tucks it behind her ears repeatedly, or messes with the ends. she also is an intense nail bitter.

— she had a childhood fear of the dark. as a kid, she slept with a nightlight until she was older than she’d like to admit. the darkness in the wilderness, endless and suffocating, brought back that fear in ways she wasn’t prepared for.

— she keeps old letters and notes. whether from friends, family, or past relationships, she struggles to throw them away. maddie is a very sentimental person, and finds comfort in the written word, even when it hurts.

— she used to dream of having a family. as a teenager, she thought about being a mother one day, but after everything in the wilderness—especially what happened with shauna’s baby—she became terrified of it. finding out she was infertile in adulthood, due to prolonged starvation, only made it more complicated.

— surprisingly she's bad at doing her own hair, her sisters usually did her hair in braids for cheer, but in the wilderness she struggles to do it herself in anything but a ponytail. (expanded on in maddie/lottie fun facts)

— pre crash, maddie had a delicate beaded bracelet her younger sister, lila, had made for her. it was a mix of pastel pink and white beads, with a small silver charm shaped like a lamb—an inside joke between them. she unfortunately lost it during doomcoming, the string snapping in the dirt as she stumbled through the forest. she searched for it the next morning, but it was gone.

maddie and travis facts:

— a couple days after doomcoming, travis noticed maddie looking around for something in the dirt, he teasingly told her food wouldn't appear out of nowhere. she told him she was looking for something she lost, quietly upset, but did not elaborate.

— shortly after that, travis surprised her with a handwoven leather bracelet. he brushed it off as something he made while bored, and casually handed it to her. it was slightly too big for her wrist. he didn’t measure it properly, and she never asked him to fix it. instead, she just got used to fidgeting with it, pushing it up her arm or twisting it around her wrist absentmindedly. even in the adult timeline, when she rarely wears it anymore, she sometimes catches herself reaching for it, only to remember it’s not there.

— as the wilderness grew colder, maddie ended up wearing one of travis’s (techinally dead cabin guy's) jackets because it was warmer than anything she had. she kept it even when it became threadbare and torn. she still has it to this day, though it's become pretty unwearable.

— maddie's soft spot for javi. having a younger sister herself, she couldn't help but think of lila when she looked at javi. she often shared her food with him, especially when portions got scarce. she'd let him read her books since she had packed so many for the short trip, being a fast reader.

— though their relationship was complicated, there were nights when neither could sleep, and maddie would quietly reach for travis’s hand under the blankets just for the comfort of feeling someone there.

— the last meaningful conversation they had before their rescue was about what they would do if they made it home. maddie told him she wanted to work with kids, even though she was scared of being a bad mother. travis told her he just wanted to be anywhere but here. neither of them got what they wanted.

— maddie went out for firewood one particularly cold day, wanting to feel useful in the growing tense environment. but she wandered off too far and got lost. nat is the one that finds her, and she rushes her back to the cabin for a hot bath, similar to how they did for lottie. she was delirious as she laid in the warm bath, but her first thought was to ask nat to get travis. he awkwardly sat by the metal bath, avoiding her gaze, but he did stay until she warmed up, and held her hand.

— post rescue and into adulthood, travis and maddie quickly drift apart. he and nat both fall into nasty habits, and she hates to see these people she cares about destroy themselves. she attempts to keep in contact and help the best she can, but eventually she loses contact with travis until she finds out about his death.

maddie and lottie:

— before doomcoming, maddie struggles with her hair, trying to braid it like her sisters used to. lottie sees her and offers to help, they sit quietly together as lottie braids many tiny braids into maddie's hair. maddie opens up to her about how her sisters used to do her hair before cheer games, and about how much she misses them. her and lottie become much more close after that.

NOTE: i will probably add more for lottie plus maddie and nat in a separate post. this post was just getting suppperrr long and i didn't wanna drag it on too much since it's been in the drafts for a day or two lol