#nat just continues eating her pancakes

[thahiree]

*thahiree slides in and slides out taking Tony with her as she glares at Steve*

you can have this back once you’ve thought about what you’ve done. also i’ll need an essay on how sorry you are before the end of week or else i keep him for the weekend as well

ghdhdh I'm laughing at the thought of me casually walking into the tower while everyone's having breakfast and just dragging Tony away while Steve just stands there like that: 🧍‍♂️

Steve:

The rest of the Avengers in the back:

[gingiesworld]

Reunited

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Zombie Apocalypse. Death. Violence

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator @imaginationeuphoria @louxbloom @mfd-101

18+ MINORS DNI

Now

Y/N remained on the lookout of the camp, ready to ring the bell if any walkers stumbled across the small amount of survivors that had resided their. Their rifle remained readily within their grasp as they continued to look out through the darkness, listening for any sounds that would mean they could indeed be in danger.

They fingers played with the necklace they wore around their neck, remembering the birthday they had recieved it from their wife and sons.

Then

Y/N woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door bursting open, the twins bounced on the bed excitedly as Wanda walked in with a tray full of pancakes. Enough for the four of them to sit and eat breakfast together, like they always would.

"Happy birthday baby." Wanda told them sweetly as the twins started to wolf their breakfast down.

"Thank you my love." They whispered as they kissed her lips tenderly before they all started to eat. Listening as the twins came up with a plan for Y/N's birthday, of course it was to be spent at the amusement park which Y/N didn't mind at all. In fact, they preferred to spend as much time as they could with their family.

"I got you something, well the twins also helped with picking it out." Wanda told them as she reached into her pocket, taking out a velvet box and handing it to them. Y/N beamed as they saw the Jedi emblem on the silver pendant.

"I love it. Thank you." They smiled as Wanda helped them put it on before ushering the boys from the bedroom so Y/N could get themselves ready to spend the day with their family.

Now

"It seems quiet tonight." Bruce spoke up as he approached Y/N on the lookout.

"Yeah." Y/N whispered, not taking their eyes away from their surroundings. "But that doesn't mean it is a good thing."

"I know you miss Wanda." Bruce told them as they just hummed. "But it has been years Y/N, maybe they're."

"Don't you dare say it!" Y/N growled as they turned to face their friend. "Do you know over the years I have looked for them, even among the undead. Hoping to see them either way, maybe put them out of their misery and maybe give them the burial they deserve."

"I know." He patted their shoulder.

"No, you don't know Bruce." They told him. "Natasha is here, along with Tony and that kid Peter. You have your family." They looked back out at the horizon. "I just want to be with my family and I will not rest until I know what had happened to them."

Even as the days wore on, not that anyone was really keeping score. They had struggled with the supplies, needing to go into a nearby village to find some food and other supplies.

"It's dangerous." Peter spoke up as everyone hummed.

"But if we don't do this, we will die of starvation kid." Y/N told him. "So, Nat and I will head out and get what we can."

"Just be careful." Bruce spoke up as both Nat and Y/N grabbed their weapons and threw the empty duffel bags over their shoulders.

The two walked through the woods, remembering the way towards the village as they listened to their surroundings. Nat always observed how Y/N was closed off, especially when either couple shown affection to their partners.

"You were married right." She stated as Y/N nodded. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know." They answered her honestly. "We were split up, the kids went with her and I just. I wonder what happened to them."

Then

As they heard a siren blaring through the town, Y/N and Wanda jumped up and grabbed their clothes. Running straigh towards the twins room and grabbing the two. As Wanda helped them get ready, Y/N filled their backpacks with the essentials.

They all froze as they heard screaming, all jumping as they heard their front door open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps headed up the stairs and the twins door opened to reveal a worried Pietro and Monica.

"Come on." He told them all. "We have to go now."

The four of them followed Pietro and Monica to their car, that was when Billy turned back to the house, Y/N chasing behind him as the others screamed after the two of them.

"Mr Sniffles, I can't sleep without him." Billy whined as Pietro was right behind them.

"I'll get him for you." Y/N told him as Pietro grabbed Billy, taking him to the car. Wanda yelled as she watched Y/N run back inside, Monica keeping her from following them inside. Y/N searched Billy's room for a couple of moments before they found his brown teddy bear. Running down stairs as they saw some of the residents running towards them, growling or yelling as they approached. Pietro had started the truck as Y/N soon ran behind the truck. The stuffed teddy in their hands as they tried to jump onto the back of the truck bed. Only just managing to put the teddy in the back as they lost their grip. Falling in the road as Wanda screamed for her brother to turn back. Y/N stood up and ran after the truck as Pietro shook his head.

"We have to carry on Wanda." He told her. "You and the boys are safe." He told her regretfully as Y/N soon disappeared the further away they went. They sprinted towards a neighbouring house, and ran inside. Locking the door behind them as they ransacked the place, sighing in relief as they saw a shotgun above the mantel and shells in a nearby cupboard. Only one goal in their mind, finding their family.

Now

Y/N and Nat looked through the local shops in the village. Already seeing the practically empty shelves. Nat had a defeated look on her face.

"We're going to have to move on." She stated as Y/N hummed in agreement.

"Let's just take what's left and get back." They mumbled as Nat nodded. The grabbed what little was left and made their way to the exit of the store. Glancing around before they made their way back to where they had came from. Their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any given moment.

"What if they are dead?" Natasha asked them as they just froze.

"They can't be." Y/N told her. "In years I haven't seen her or the boys, not even her brother." They continued to move as they spoke. "I just hope that they did make it out of there because I don't think I can live in a world where they don't exist."

"You really loved her." Natasha stated as they hummed.

"I do really love her." They told her. "There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of my wife and sons."

Then

As Pietro drove, Wanda kept screaming for him to turn the car around. The twins were both crying as Monica tried to calm them.

"I CAN'T DO THAT WANDA!!" Pietro yelled as he hit the steering wheel. "I know you must hate me right now but I had to. I just." He sighed as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I promised mama and papa that no matter what, I would always protect you and I won't ever break that promise."

"Y/N is alone." She whispered as Pietro wiped his eyes before his own tears fell.

"They could be dead by now." He told her sadly.

"No." She shook her head as she looked out of the window. "I will not believe that."

"Those things Wanda, they used to be people." Monica told her. "There was a breach at one of the Shield labs and a bio weapon got released." Monica's voice faded as Wanda cried silently, wishing for the day she would see them again. For them to hold her in their arms once more.

Now

Within the walls of Haven, it was a town surrounded by electric fences, 10ft tall and surrounded by boobie traps. Wanda walked through the streets, like she did every morning as the twins remained with their uncle and aunt.

She always looked up at the sky, thinking about Y/N, wondering if even after all of these years, they had somehow survived.

"The boys are awake." Pietro found her as she just nodded. The twins were now teenagers, both 14 years of age. They had still kept asking about Y/N, wanting to know if they had ever survived.

"I'll be there in a moment." Wanda told him. Although she hated her twin in that moment she was separated from her love, she now understands that he had made the hard choice that she wouldn't have made, saving all of their lives which is something Y/N would want.

"Bucky and I are heading out to scavenge the nearby towns." He informed her. "We will be back before sundown."

"Be careful." She told him as he just nodded. Wanda made her way back towards the house that they have resided in since they had found refuge and safety. Thanks to Steve Rogers who also happened to be someone who had predicted there would be some sort of apocalypse. Once Wanda approached the house, the twins were already helping Monica with the fruits and vegetables.

"Good morning." Monica greeted her as she just gave her a small smile. As the world around them was dying, they lived as comfortably as they possibly could.

"Morning." Wanda mumbled as she headed inside. Looking at the picture of the four of them. The one Tommy grabbed from the wall on the way out of their home all of those years ago.

"I know this must be hard Wanda." Monica started as Wanda shook her head no.

"You don't." Wanda whispered as she looked at her sister in law. "Everyday I wonder what happened to them. I wonder if they died that day we escaped. Did they become one of them things and will we see them as one of the walkers who totter around the fence before Clint shoots them with an arrow." Wanda wiped her eyes. "I just, I want to know what happened and it kills me inside because there is that possibility that they could still be alive out there."

Monica had no words so all she could do was wrap her arms around her as Wanda gathered herself.

"Don't get me wrong, I am thankful that the twins are alive and well but." She took a shakey breath. "I just wish I could go back, back to how it was."

Y/N was looking over the old map they had with Tony and Nat as they decided to map out a direction which would be best for them to head out.

"What about near the city?" Tony suggested as both Nat and Y/N shook their heads.

"I understand you were a city boy and miss that life, but that is the most dangerous idea you have ever had." Y/N told him. "The city was highly populated which means."

"There's a high possibility that there is thousands of walkers in the city." Nat finished as Tony huffed. "We're safest if we stick to the backroads, less population and the small towns around help with some of the supplies."

"Ok." Tony hummed as both Nat and Y/N looked over the map.

"So we will head towards Harmony, there's a clearing and a ranch just around here where we can camp out." They pointed to a spot on the map.

"Maybe if the ranch is empty, we can stay there." Nat suggested as Y/N hummed as they packed away the map.

"It should take us a few hours to get there." Y/N mumbled as everyone picked up the bags and weapons. Following Nat as Y/N took up the back.

"So, what is the deal with Wanda?" Bucky questioned as both Pietro and Bucky were stood inside a pharmacy, gathering as much supplies as they could.

"She is still hung up on Y/N." He stated as he picked up a bottle of aspirin. "They are Wanda's partner and we left them behind. I guess she is still holding out hope that they are still alive and will find her and the boys."

"It's been years." Bucky whispered as he looked shocked. "What if she is holding out hope just to lose it."

"She doesn't care about that." Pietro told him. "You should have seen them together, whenever Y/N had looked at her, even from when they both started to see each other, they looked at her like they would move mountains for her." Pietro smiled at the memories of seeing his sister so happy and in love. "I remember the first time she came to me to talk about them. They had been dating for 5 months I think, and her words made me smile and I wanted to find that love that she always spoke about. She told me, 'I have finally found my forever in Y/N and I understand what Mama always used to say when she spoke about love.'"

"That's really nice." Bucky beamed as the two never realised how long they had remained in one spot. "Yelena has been having a hard time lately." Bucky told him as they exited the pharmacy. "Her sister, Nat's birthday is coming up."

"I remember Kate mentioning something about that." Pietro noted as they started to walk through the streets towards the exit, not paying any mind to the walkers closing in from the west. "I guess we should just." A blood curdling shriek sounded through their ears as the two men froze. The two looked around frantically, seeing a small horde approaching them.

"I don't think we can take them." Bucky mumbled as Pietro shook his head.

"Nope. We don't have enough ammo." He stated as he looked to his left, seeing more.

"Maybe we can hide out in the store?" Bucky suggested.

"Yup, let's just give ourselves over to them." Pietro spat sarcastically.

"We can't lead them back!" Bucky told him as he nodded. He knew Bucky was right. "Let's just kill any that get to close for comfort." Bucky soon led the way towards the building in question as the walkers closed in on them. Soon enough they barricaded the doors, Pietro was froze as the sounds of their shrieks and the banging on the walls and door filled his ears. The fear was evident as he started to feel like he was suffocating as Bucky searched for another exit.

"Do you hear that?" Nat asked as she stopped everyone from moving further.

"It sounds like walkers." Tony stated.

"A lot of walkers." Peter mumbled as he moved closer to the group.

"Maybe we can go around." Nat stated as the others nodded as Y/N made their way towards the sound.

"They're surrounding the store." They told them as they pointed towards the small horde.

"I know you have hope that you might see Wanda, but we need to survive Y/N and heading over there is a death wish." Bruce told them as they shook their head.

"We have more than enough to take on the horde that small." Y/N told him. "What if there are kids in there? A family."

"Just like the one you lost?" Tony questioned as everyone glared at him. Y/N just shook their head as they headed to wards the horde, seeing as one of them at the back heard them kick an empty rusty can.

"Come on." Nat grumbled as she cocked her gun, following behind Y/N who started to fire. Aiming for the head as the walker dropped to the floor, the others started to walk towards them as they fired.

"I'm running low." Bruce stated as he reloaded the last cartridge in his 9mm.

"Do you hear that?" Bucky asked Pietro as the banging on the door ceased, the only sound that joined the walkers shrieks was the sound of gunshots.

"Who?" Pietro questioned as he raised his gun.

"I don't know, could be a gang?" Bucky reasoned as he walked towards the window. Watching as the number of walkers decreased instantly.

Y/N had run out of ammo so they had to change to the machete they had strapped to their belt. Swinging it as they got close enough, the blade slicing through the neck as the head fell to the floor. One by one, until the last one was done. Y/N got to the door and knocked on it.

"Come on, we know you're in there." They called out. "It's safe now. You can join us if you wish to."

"Come on." Bucky told Pietro as he started to move the barricade from the door, opening it to reveal Y/N and the small group of survivors. "Thank you." He thanked them as Y/N just nodded. Looking around at the group as Y/N walked passed them, recognising Pietro as he was still clean shaven like he always was before the outbreak. Although he never recognised them as their hair had grew out and their face had some scarring.

"We just need to get some more supplies." Y/N grumbled as they approached the counter at the back of the store, getting the left over ammo for the group as the others grabbed the food and water, and other supplies they may need.

Pietro observed Y/N as there was something he had recognised about them, but he couldn't quite put a name to it.

"We are heading just a couple hours north to a nearby ranch if you would like to join us." Nat stated as Bucky waved her off.

"We actually reside in a nearby town." He told her. "It's actually some sort of safe haven if you would want to join."

"Safe havens don't exist anymore." Y/N stated as they stood behind Nat.

"Well it's not perfect but it has a huge electric fence surrounding it and boobie traps. We also have lookouts." Bucky explained as Pietro observed Y/N. Trying to figure out why they are so familar.

"Y/N." He blurted out as everyone looked at him. "It's you." He beamed as Y/N looked away.

"You two know each other?" Nat questioned as Y/N groaned.

"He is my wife's twin, the man who left me to die all those years ago." Y/N stated as they left the building. Looking either way before they started to walk away from the store.

"Wanda and the twins are safe." Pietro yelled as he followed them out, causing Y/N to stop in their tracks. "They will be so fucking happy to see you. Wanda will be happy to see you."

"You left me." Y/N yelled as they turned to face him. "You were a brother to me and you left me to die!"

"I had too do what I needed to protect my family." He told them.

"I WAS YOUR FAMILY!!!" They yelled as they stepped towards him. "I was family." They whispered as Pietro gave them a sad smile. Neither really paying attention to one of the walkers that they had missed coming from around the building until Y/N saw it approach Pietro. It all happened so fast as Y/N moved as fast as they could, using the knife as they held the walker, not realising it's head had tilted towards their arm holding it in place. Y/N cried out as they plunged the knife into it's skull.

"Fuck!!!" Y/N yelled as they held their hand.

"What do we do?" Peter questioned as Bruce approached them.

"Get me a blow torch now!" Bruce yelled as he grabbed Peter's clean machete before he approached Y/N who cradled their arm. "We need to be fast." Bruce stated as he gestured for Pietro to hold their arm. "Look away." The two looked away as Bruce swung the machete hard, the others flinched as they heard their scream. "Ok, I'm going to cauterize the wound."

"What if it doesn't work and they change?" Pietro questioned.

"You should just shoot me now." Y/N groaned as everyone shook their head.

"I remember it took Thor 24 hours before they turned." Bruce told them. "Maybe if we wait it out." He suggested as Pietro nodded.

"No." Y/N shook their head as they groaned as Bruce used the blow torch on the severed arm. "I don't want to take that chance."

"No." Nat stated as she stood nearby. "I am not going to lose my best friend so we are going to do it Bruce's way."

With very little room to argue, Pietro held wrapped their good arm around their shoulder as they helped them walk as Bucky led the way to the town. Steve was there with Monica and Wanda to greet Bucky and Pietro, before they noticed that their was an increase of people approaching.

"Who is with them?" Monica questioned as Wanda shook her head. Unsure about the new comers with her brother.

"NAT!" Yelena boomed as they approached, Nat smiled tenderly as she heard her younger sister's voice. Speeding up as Bucky opened the gates, everyone watched as the two embraced as they cried in each others arms.

Wanda felt a pang of jealousy, hoping she would have that same reunion with Y/N. But she was starting to give up hope until her brother approached her. Soon enough, she recognised those eyes she had missed every single day since the day they were separated.

"Y/N?" She whispered as she approached the two of them. Her hands reaching up to caress their cheek, her fingers tracing the scars on their face as her tears started to fall.

"Wanda." They smiled tiredly as they went to reach out to her, only to stop as they remembered they lost their arm.

"What happened to you?" She whispered, pain in her eyes at the thought of them going through so much agony over the years apart.

"We have a lot to discuss." They told her softly as they stumbled slightly.

"Is there anywhere we can put Y/N to rest for 24 hours?" Bruce asked Steve as he had discussed what had happened. He nodded as he led them towards his own place he shared with Bucky. Wanda followed as Pietro filled her in.

"Don't tell the boys just yet." Wanda told her twin as she opted to remain with Y/N. "Just in case they aren't out of the woods." The two watched as Steve strapped them down in the medical bed they had taken from the doctors office.

"The straps are just a precaution." Steve told them as they just nodded weakly. Bruce cleaned and changed the dressing on their wound before he left Wanda alone with them. They smiled at her with a tired smile as she sat on the dresser.

"I am happy you made it." They told her. "Did the boys?"

"Billy and Tommy are fine." She told them. "All of us are fine." She approached the bed cautiously. "Leaving you wasn't easy." She whispered as they nodded in understanding. "I pleaded and begged for him to turn back for you but he just wouldn't."

"It's ok." They told her as she shook her head no.

"It's not ok." She told them. "I should have fought him harder on the matter. I should have fought for you."

"Wanda, you had the twins to consider." They told her. "I would prefer if you always put yourself and the twins before me anytime because you three are the most important people in my life."

"You saved Pietro." Wanda stated as Y/N nodded. "I just, thank you for fighting to come back here." She told them as she ran her hands through their long shaggy hair. Leaning down to kiss their lips, the two sighing at the contact they had missed over the years.

"Not a day went by were I didn't think of you or the boys." They told her honestly. "I love Wanda, I always have and always will."

"I love you so much more Y/N." She kissed them once more, her heart full again as the missing piece had returned.

As the months went on, Y/N had adjusted to life with one arm as everyone had their part to play in survival. The twins were emotional and extremely happy to have their parent back with them, even if they had missed years and years together.

Y/N stood at the door, watching as Nat taught the twins some of her moves, even though they hope the twins never need to use them but it is always best to be prepared. Especially in a world that is fading away around the little piece of heaven they have found with their loved ones.

[elizabethsnuts]

So what about winterwidow's little daughter being so obsessed wither her Uncle Steve? Bucky and Nat gettin a lil jealous at Steve bc yn always wanna be with her Uncle Steve...

Uncle Steve

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You absolutely adore your Uncle Steve and your parents are feeling a little jealous.

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You adored her Uncle Steve, how could you not? He is the Captain America himself. You were always toddling after him, clinging to his leg or reaching up with tiny hands, begging to be picked up. Natasha and Bucky couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you seemed to prefer Steve's company over theirs.

One evening, as Natasha and Bucky settled you into bed, you began to protest, "No nigh-nigh, Mama! No nigh-nigh, Dada! Want Uncle Steve!"

Natasha exchanged a knowing look with Bucky as they both chuckled softly. "Sorry, sweetheart, Uncle Steve has his own room. You can see him in the morning," Bucky explained gently, tucking you into bed.

But you weren’t convinced. With a pout, you crossed your arms and declared, "No! Want Uncle Stevie's silly voice!"

Natasha and Bucky exchanged amused glances before Bucky said, "Alright, how about Mama can tell you a story tonight?"

You considered this for a moment before nodding eagerly. Natasha began to weave a tale of her exciting missions and crazy encounters, keeping it toddler-friendly of course. Your eyes slowly drooped shut, lulled by your mother's soothing voice.

As both of your parents walked out of the room, Bucky couldn’t help but joking say, “Does she forget we are her parents sometimes?”

Natasha couldn’t help but snicker, although the thought crossed her mind. She bit her finger lightly and settled in their bed.

The next morning, you were up bright and early, bursting with excitement as you raced through the compound in search of Uncle Steve. Finding him in the kitchen, you tugged at his hand, your words coming out in a jumble, "Uncle Stevie! Uncle Stevie! Want to play!"

Steve chuckled and scooped you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Good morning, Y/N! How about we have breakfast first, and then I'll play a game with you?"

Your face lit up with a grin as you nodded enthusiastically, already chattering about your favourite breakfast foods.

“Strawberry better on pancakes.” You declared as you shoved some fluffy pancakes in your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberries tingling on your tongue.

“Mmm, I think blueberries are better.” Steve responded, putting a blueberry on your pancake.

“No way Jose! You eat your stinky blueberry!” You threw the blueberry back at him with a giggle. You shook your head and sighed, speaking under your breath. “Silly Uncle Steve.”

Steve laughed lightly and shook his head, turning his eyes back to his news paper. How old fashioned of him.

As the days passed, Natasha and Bucky watched with amusement as you continued to shadow Steve, playing all sorts of games. ‘Monster’ was one of your favourites as Steve pretended to be a Monster and chased after you. But one night, as they were settling into bed, you came racing into their room, your expression one of frustration.

"Mama! Dada!" you exclaimed, your little fists clenched at your sides, "Uncle Steve keeps telling me old man stories, and I wanna play with you!"

“What kind of stories, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You huffed, your cheeks flushed with frustration. "He keep talking ‘bout 'good ol' days' and how things different back then. I just wanna play!"

Natasha stifled a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Well, maybe Uncle Steve just wants to talk about his time in the old days?”

You shook your head. “Tell him he need to talk faster!” You said with a groan, falling onto the bed dramatically.

Bucky laughed. “What? Is he boring you to sleep? Do you start snoring every time he starts telling a story?” He asked with amusement.

You nodded and groaned again. “So sleeeepy.” You suddenly sat up and faced Bucky. “Daddy! I not snore!” You huffed and crossed your little arms.

Natasha started to laugh as she saw your little cranky face. “Alright, alright, you don’t snore, you silly goose! Do you just want to play with Mama and Dada?”

You nodded eagerly, your tiny fists clenched in determination. "Yeah! I wanna play hide and seek with you and Dada!"

With a chuckle, Natasha and Bucky agreed, setting off on a game of hide and seek that spanned the entire compound. Your laughter filled the air as you darted from room to room, your parents hot on your heels.

You spent the evening playing games and laughing together, forgetting about how boring Uncle Steve’s stories could get. Natasha and Bucky realized that no matter how much you adored Uncle Steve, your heart would always belong to your loving parents who always had much more exciting stories.

[buffyromanoff]

Little By Little

Summary: Your girlfriend is dealing with ptsd after a difficult secret mission and its your duty to let her know she doesn't have to hide her pain from you. This is a sequel to ''Let it out'' but also works as a oneshot so don't worry if you havent read it ;)

Warnings: Ptsd related panic attack.

Genre: Slight angst, fluffy comfort

Word count: 1114

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The small but heavy paws of Liho walking all over your body woke you up. "Mghrr," you mumbled sleepily. "Morning, sweetheart," Nat said as she gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. Last night, she had fallen asleep in your arms, but now you were the one being held by her strong embrace.

"Your cat hates me," your groggy voice said, making her laugh.

"Well, technically it's our cat now."

Liho curled up next to her, purring.

"Are you feeling better today, Natty?"

She smiled. "You're pretty darn cute when you wake up, malyshka." Of course, she ignored the question. "Also, when you call me Natty, it makes me feel young again… It's weird how the smallest gestures can make such a big difference, isn't it?"

You yawned before sitting up and kissing your girlfriend on her plump lips. "Oh, okay grandma," you teased her.

"Oh, c'mon y/n, you know what I mean, silly."

You knew Natasha had a dark past and it made you emotional to have these little cute moments with her at home. You knew she felt the same way. She longed for a normal domestic life and loved being part of a family, no matter how small or big. Right now, having Liho and you was more than enough for her.

After some morning cuddles, you got up and made breakfast for the two of you. The need to demand her to open up and tell you what happened during her last mission was extremely strong, but you knew you didn't want to push her, considering her current mental state and the bad panic attack she had last night.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Nothing you say is ever going to scare me or push me away, you know?" God, you were not subtle.

"Mhm," she nodded and then continued eating her pancakes in silence. "Thanks for breakfast." She stood up, giving you a quick kiss on the head before leaving the kitchen.

"She's mad, great job, y/n," you thought to yourself. Why couldn't you just leave her alone? Why couldn't you let her come to you instead of pushing her to talk? Although… you just told her that you were there for her. That's not bad, is it?

In an attempt to stop overthinking, you decided to go grocery shopping.

"Nat?" You peeked into the home gym you and Nat had. She was boxing. Her punches were frantic,and sweat was covering her bruised skin. "Yea?" Her fists still swinging. "Going to the store, do you need anything?" you asked her.

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"You're absolutely sure you don't need anything?" It was clear you were not just talking about groceries.

Natasha stopped punching the bag and walked towards you, putting her hand on your shoulder. "I'm alright, babe. Go ahead. I promise I'll be less sweaty when you come back."

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You opened the door, holding paper bags filled with groceries, letting some of them drop to the floor. "Shit."

Nat walked in, letting out a small chuckle. "Here, let me help you." She grabbed the bags and started sorting them out.

"You smell good," you kissed her hello, "no stinky gym stench," you joked, making her laugh. "Exactly as I promised," she replied.

"Gonna make some coffee, you want some?" You looked at her and smiled. "You know I always do."

The two of you were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and watching some random TV show.

"That guy kinda looks like Tony, don't you think?" you said, pointing to the TV.

"I went back to the red room," Natasha let out a nervous sigh, "He's dead now."

She definitely took you by surprise.

"You mean Dreyk-" Nat interrupted you before you could finish saying the evil man's name. "Yeah…and his daughter—all the other widows, they're free now." The redhead was doing her best to keep it together.

"Oh my goodness, Nat…that's great news!" You were expecting her to smile back at you, but she didn't.

"I want to tell you more about it. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't trust you enough to share my feelings, but-"

"Baby, it's okay. I know it's hard for you to open up. I'm so proud of you for trying," you spoke in the sweetest tone.

She was trying to say something, but her breathing was accelerating, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, c'mere, baby, you're alright." You pulled her close to you, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, remember to breathe in deep and then let it out slowly, okay?" Luckily, it was easier for her to calm down, considering there was no sensory trigger this time.

"I don't know what I would do without you, y/n." It was still strange for you to see your girlfriend in such a vulnerable state, but that just made you realize how much you truly loved her and that you were willing to do anything to protect her.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Natty."

The TV show kept playing in the background as the two of you snuggled, and of course, Liho joined you.

"Y/n, I forgot to tell you something," Nat said.

"You can tell me more about it tomorrow. Take your time, darling." You caressed her cheek with your fingers.

"No, no, it's something else." Her tone was definitely different now, more relaxed.

"Oh, okay then, spill." You replied with curiosity.

"My… my family is coming to visit," she looked you in the eyes.

"Cool! I haven't seen them in AGES! I actually have something I want to give to Steve, an old vinyl he might like-"

"No, it's not them… it's my other family," she said, and you couldn't look more confused. "From Russia."

"WHAT?! How come you never talked to me about them?!" You were shocked but mostly excited by this new information, and that made your girlfriend smile. "I have a younger sister, Yelena. I feel you'll get along."

"Oh my god?! When is she coming? When are THEY coming? Oh, and is she a widow like you? Is-"

"Okay, okay, slow down there, detective," Nat interrupted. "Yes, she is a widow like me. And they're coming over next week. Yelena, Melina, and Alexei."

"I'm so excited, Natty." You hugged her.

"I don't know if I am, to be honest… they can be quite embarrassing," she let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, then I'm even more excited. Can't wait to hear embarrassing stories about you," you teased, and she shook her head. "Oh, I'm SO gonna regret this."

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter seven

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1k

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I woke up to that smell again. Ginger, bergamot, and citrus. And then I felt the pounding in my head. Memories from last night came flooding back and I groaned, knowing I showed Bucky some of my vulnerability by asking him to stay. It was like my brain knew it was a bad idea, but we had this magnetic pull that forced us to keep coming back together. 

I rolled over, expecting to see Bucky, but he wasn’t there. Did I imagine that he stayed over? I pushed my head into the pillow and the scent was overwhelming; he must have stayed. I searched around the room for a shirt or a note or any sign of his presence, but there was nothing to be found. 

And then I realized the worst possible scenario: he stayed over and left. Without saying goodbye. He realized this was all a big mistake. I sunk further into the covers, trying my best not to pout. The only solution I could come up with was to go back to sleep and forget that all of this ever happened.

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep myself from panicking, when the bed sank in next to me and the sheets were being peeled down.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he teased. I let out a groan and just turned into him, taking in his sweet aroma. “How you feeling?” he added.

I didn’t respond with words, still dealing with my rapid change of emotions, and groaned again. I heard him chuckle as he ran his hand through my hair.

“Well I made us breakfast. Why don’t you come down and eat something. It’ll make you feel better.” I nodded my head and Bucky pulled the rest of the covers off me as I rolled over out of bed. 

We shuffled downstairs and I was stunned to find a full breakfast spread laid out on my kitchen table. Stacks of chocolate chip pancakes, a plate of crispy bacon, sunshine yellow scrambled eggs, and a pitcher of orange juice made me realize how hungry I actually was. Bucky pulled out a kitchen chair for me and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me.

“How did you have time for all of this?”

“I’m used to getting up early. The military forced that habit onto me.”

“But I know for a fact I didn’t have any of this in the fridge.”

“I ran to the grocery store.”

“Are you not hungover?”

He shrugged, “Not really.”

“Let me guess, military?”

“Something like that.”

“So do you remember all of last night?” I pressed, hoping he may have somehow forgotten my momentary lapse in judgment.

“You think I would forget any time spent with you?” he grinned.

But there was one question really on my mind, “Did we…?” I pointed between the two of us, hoping he understood my question.

“You don’t remember?”

“I had a lot of tequila,” I used as an honest excuse.

“Well that is unfortunate because it was one of our best sessions.”

“Oh really? Must not have been that great if I don’t remember.”

He smiled at me, “Shall I refresh your memory?”

He had a mischievous look on his face and I had a feeling he was going to do more than just tell me. 

“At least let me recharge first,” I said, taking a bite of pancake.

“Let’s see…first I cuddled you. Then I spooned you. And then we went to sleep.”

I looked up from my plate at him, “That was it?”

“There might’ve been a few innocent kisses mixed in there, but it was a fairly PG night.”

“I didn’t make a move on you?”

“Oh you did, a few times.”

“And you resisted?”

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” I shot him a confused look, waiting for further explanation. “The first night we hooked up, we were both drunk but you made it very clear you were interested. You flirted, you made moves, you consented multiple times. But recently you’ve been giving me mixed signals, and I didn’t want to sleep with you without knowing it was something you wanted.”

And just like that he proved he was a genuinely good guy.  

“That was very considerate,” I replied.

“I keep trying to tell you, I’m not an asshole, despite what Stark might think. And I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” was all I could muster. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I wasn’t ready. I kind of enjoyed playing these games with him. If this turned into something more, it could get complicated.

I caught his gaze across the table and could tell there was so much more he wanted to say, but he followed my lead. We continued eating and Bucky continued filling up my cup of coffee, promising it would help me feel better. I kept waiting for him to rush out and leave for the hospital, but he never did. 

“Are you going into the hospital today?” I finally asked, as we finished up with our meal.

“Not unless I get paged. Why? Do you want me out of your hair?”

I shook my head, “No, actually I was hoping you’d stay and hang out for a bit.”

“As you wish,” he replied with that charming smile. 

“Come on,” I said, ushering him out of the kitchen and into the living room. I had nothing planned for the day, but figured we would lounge on the couch and watch a movie. But Bucky had other ideas. He paused in front of the closet door that was left ajar and was currently displaying my board game collection. 

“I knew you were a massive dork, but I didn’t take you for a board game dork,” he mused. I hid my face in my hands, “I forgot about those. I usually keep that closet locked when I have company over.”

“Oh, no way,” he said, diving further into the closet to grab whatever game caught his eye. He came back out with a bright yellow and blue box. “I haven’t played Operation since I was a kid.”

“I don’t know if you want to play against me, I’ve logged a lot of hours,” I bragged.

“You are so going down,” he said.

[wandafiction]

Love Language - Just Us Chapter 22

Warnings 18+: Smut, Oral (Reader Receiving), Fingering (Reader Receiving), Praise kink.

Word Count: 2497

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Slowly, my eyes flutter open my hand searching for the extra body in bed but I can't find one. I lift my head to look around the bed and I can't see Wanda, she must have let me sleep in. I turn to grab my phone from the bedside table pressing the home button to bring up the time. 10 o'clock, that's a wonderful lay in, I smile to myself when I hear the faint noise of Wanda humming to herself as she makes her way back towards the bedroom. The door creaks open, Wanda using her foot to open the door a smile growing on her face when she sees me shuffling to wake up and wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"What's this princess?' I ask as she places a tray with a plate of pancakes onto the bedside table while I situate myself to sit up against the headboard. 

"This, dorogoy, is breakfast in bed. You were sound asleep when I woke up so decided to surprise you and also let you get some more sleep." I make grabby hands and she holds out her hands, letting me guide her to sit on her calves, her legs either side of mine.

"Well it is a lovely surprise, thank you princess and thank you for letting me sleep in. I can't remember the last time I slept past 8." Wanda leans forward to peck me on the cheek and I pout slightly.

"You have morning breath, so after pancakes and clean teeth you can get a proper kisses." She leans to her left to grab the tray, placing it on my lap and handing me the cutlery.

Wanda climbs off of my legs and plonks herself next to me against the headboard. I take a deep breath taking in the fresh scent of strawberries, I love that she smells of strawberries. I cut up my pancakes into bite size pieces, placing the knife on the tray and using my free hand to hold onto Wanda's while my other feeds me pancakes. She moves our joined hands into her lap and starts playing with my fingers as we eat in silence. 

"I want you to meet some of my friends." Wanda says out of nowhere, but also calming to make sure I don't freak out.

"Okay, when would you like me to meet them? And which 'them' are they?" I take another bite of pancake as Wanda continues fiddling with my fingers.

"Just Nat, Lena and Sharon." She shrugs nonchalantly. "They are planning to come for a girls night tonight, just to drink, movies and as you said the first time I met you dramaaaa." 

"What's the date today?" 

"18th, why?" She grabs the fork from my hand, stealing a bit of pancake before passing the fork back so I can continue eating.

"Just making sure I don't have anything planned today." I say as I look at my mental calendar. "No, nothing planned. I'm free to meet your friends. Do they know how we met?" 

"They do, they know we have been seeing each other this past week. It's crazy to think we only met last week."

"Friday 10th to be exact." 

"Mhmm, they want to meet you."

"And I want to meet them. I am fully prepared for the 'you hurt her we kill you' talk." Me and Wanda both laugh.

"Well I think I told you that Lena and Nat are sisters, but they are both Russian so can be intense sometimes. Nat you can't really tell as she hides her accent like me, but Lena doesn't hide her Russian heritage. Sharon is more down to earth, still protective, but very relaxed." 

"Well I will give myself a prep talk in the bathroom before they get here." 

"That might be your best chance to survive honestly." I take the last bite of the pancake, placing the tray down on the bedside table next to me wrapping my left arm around Wanda's shoulders letting my hand hang against her left arm as I pull her close.

She shifts her legs so they rest over mine, her right hand coming to hold my left hand that was hanging against her arm and is now gently pressed against her elbow. Her other hand picks at some loose thread on her shirt. Her head rests against the inside of my arm close to my shoulder as we just enjoy the quiet that surrounds us.

"I've missed this." Wanda mumbles out like she is afraid of what I would say.

"You've missed what princess?" I bring my lips to the crown of her head pecking it a few times before resting my chin on it to let her speak.

"Just the holding, the comfort. Just moments like these. I didn't know so much calm could take up a morning, or a night." She shrugs, struggling to tell me her thoughts.

"Were your mornings ever like this with vision?" Wanda tilts her head up to look at me as I ask the question. 

"Uh, no." She brings her hand that was playing with her shirt to her mouth as she starts biting her nails, something I have noticed she does when she is nervous about something. I use my free hand to take it out and hold them in our laps allowing her to play with my fingers. "He was always up early and home late for work." 

"I only ask because I think I have an idea why you like it so much." 

"And what is your conclusion?" I move my chin from the top of her head and in front of hers so I can give her 100% of my attention.

"I believe that your love language, or at least one of them, is touch. You like to be cuddled, held, or just holding someone yourself. You relish in skin on skin contact and you like the warmth of another person's body. However, I also believe you are touched deprived. So you have not had this sort of touch in a very long time, not in the way you need or want it." I remove my hand from hers using it to lift up her chin so our lips can be in a small but meaningful kiss. "So you can hold me as much as you want Wanda because touch is one of the best love languages there are." 

"Wow. Did you steal that from some book or something?" She laughs out but I gently shake my head giving her another peck.

"No I just know because touch is one of my love languages too. Well technically there are 5 solid love languages but not every relationship has them all, because every relationship is different. And touch is a big one. I love skin on skin contact. Just the simple gesture of drawing random shapes anywhere on my body, will get me to melt at your touch. For you, you seem to like quick kisses but also when I weave my hands through your hair and scratch at your scalp." I move my hand from her chin up to her hair where I slowly weave my hand through it. When I get to the crown of her hand I gently scratch at her skin and I feel her sink more into me and let out a small sigh.

"See you like scalp scratches a lot." Wanda simply nods as I continue to scratch gently at her scalp. 

"It is such a nice feeling, please don't stop, just a little bit longer." Wanda speaks after a few minutes of silence and as requested I continue to scratch at her scalp as we both just sit quietly enjoying the moment. 

After about 10 minutes of silent scalp scratches I pull my hand away, a small whine coming from Wanda as I lift her chin. 

"If I am to meet you friends, I must at least put in the effort to look somewhat decent." 

"Do you need to go back to the penthouse?" Wanda pouts as she speaks.

"I do princess. But my sister has gone back to her wife so you can come with me if you so please." 

"I do." Her pout turns into a childish smile as she starts to shift off of me so we can  both get ready to start the day. 

Wanda disappears into her ensuite so I decide to get my clothes from yesterday back on while she is in there. As I am taking off the t-shirt I hear the door to the ensuite open and Wanda's feet padding along the floor of the bedroom. I feel her wrap her arms around my torso, her lips against my back giving the scar on my spine a few kisses before she spins me around. Her eyes drop to breasts, I smirk as I use my finger and thumb to lift her chin.

"My eyes are up here baby girl." Her feet shift underneath her as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth; and her eyes drop back down to look at my naked torso. 

Wanda looks down and starts to trail kisses to my collar bone. She nips at the bone, scraping her teeth along the skin, soothing with her tongue before moving slowly across to the other collar bone leaving kisses across my chest. She looks up at me through her eyelashes as she gives my other collar bone small nips leaving a mark before soothing the area. I sigh out as I feel her tongue move down from my collar bone to my breast, swirling her tongue around my nipple until it stiffens. Wanda moves her mouth to the side of my breast sucking at the skin leaving another mark on my body, before moving across to my other breast. I weave my hand through her hair as she starts to twirl my nipple with her tongue, gripping it tightly, pulling her head back to look at me. Wanda moans up at me as I pull her hair again, her back arching so her body connects with mine.

"What are you doing baby girl?" Her eyes flutter at the name, looking back up at me with lust filled eyes.

"I want to make you feel good." Her hands come to rest on my hips as her thumbs start to rub at the thin skin just under the hem of my shorts. She proceeds to pull them down, allowing them to pool at my feet, as she bends down to get between my legs.

"Are you sure?" I want to make sure she wants to do this, because we may have had sex but she has only used her fingers and never her mouth. It didn't bother me, especially because this is all new to her, so I never brought it up.

"I want to taste you." I bunch her hair in my hand as we look at each other. "Can I taste you?" 

"Go ahead baby girl, but let me just move so I can lean against something." I let go of her hair as I move a couple steps back to lean against the chest of draws in her room, Wanda stayed kneeling in the same spot. "You going to be a good girl and make me feel good?" 

With that Wanda crawls the few paces along the floor, her eyes never leaving my face. Holy shit, now that was fucking hot. Her hands slide from the floor in front of me over my feet to my ankles, before she slides them up to my calves squeezing every now and again earning small sighs from me. I'm watching her every move while she watches my reactions. Her hands move to the backs on my knees before sliding up to the middle of my thighs. She grips them lightly as she brings her body closer to my legs once again, kneeling up so her face is in front of my core, but her gaze never falters from looking at my face. Not once. As she moves her face closer her hands move up to my butt groping it lightly, before she uses it to move me closer to her. 

Wanda's gaze finally drops down to look at my core, her hands squeezing my butt as she does so. She grabs my left leg putting it over her shoulder so she can get more access, I feel myself getting wetter at the sight below me. While one hand is in her hair gripping it tightly, my other is holding me in place against the chest of draws. She brings her face up to my core and I feel her tongue lick a stripe through my folds. I release a small moan as she does it again, which seems to give her the confidence she needs to let her tongue find my clit. My grip in her hair tightens, pulling slightly when she flicks at my clit; Wanda moans at my actions and I feel the vibrations move through my whole body causing me to gasp. 

Liking the reactions she is getting she continues, now swirling the bundle of nerves with her tongue more as more moans escape with no filter. One of her hands that was on my butt moves around to my front before it makes its way down to my core. She slides one finger into my entrance and starts pumping at a steady pace, as her tongue continues the swirling movements against my clit. I throw my head back a loud moan leaving my mouth as I close my eyes in sheer pleasure. I feel Wanda add another finger increasing her pace inside me. I feel her teeth graze against my clit and a guttural moan leaves my mouth.

"Good fucking girl. You're making me feel so good. I'm so close." Wanda moans at my praise and I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as my high hits me hard. 

As I come back down from my high, I feel Wanda cleaning up with her tongue as she removes her fingers. Wanda gently removes my leg from her shoulder as she looks back up at me, and I watch as she brings her fingers to her mouth to clean them both off. I groan at the sight, pulling her gently up by her hair until she is standing against me. 

"How was that baby girl?" Her eyes shine as she hums against my chest. "For never having done that before you made me feel so fucking good."

"I can't wait to taste you again." I lean down to give her a passionate kiss and I taste the little bit of me that's left on her lips. I pull away and bring my mouth to her ear.

"Well, you've been such a good girl for me, making me feel good. Good girls get rewards." I hear a small moan from Wanda. 

"What's my reward?" 

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[thewriterghost]

Worth It

Pairing: Plantonic!Avengers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (i mean, it's there but you might have to squint a little)

Summary: You were back from a tough mission and the team thought a movie night would be a good way to relax a bit.

Note: Thanks a lot for all the notes on my other fic! I was not expecting that at all. So thanks! Anyways, quick reminder that English is not my first language and I would appreciate any feedback. Enjoy!

*****

Mission was rough. You had to steal some information that's been stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D and destroy it. You were usually fine working alone, especially on missions like this, but this time... It was mentally exhausting. Everything that could've gone wrong, had gone wrong. At least you weren't injured, you thought, as you stepped out of the quinjet.

"Hey." One of your favorite red-heads was also returning from her solo mission.

"Hey, Nat." You replied with a tired smile. Her expression quickly shifted to worried.

"Tough one?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Nothing I couldn't handle though." You added with a reassuring smile, not wanting to worry her more. You walked alongside each other towards the elevators.

"How was yours?" You asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." She smiled. As you parted ways on your floor, she added after you. "Drop by my room if you need anything."

Being one of the newer Avengers had features like this. Others were pretty protective and caring when it came to you. You were surprised they even agreed to let you go on solo missions in the first place. Even though they've all trained you for every situation you might end up in, they were still worried. Thanks to 'someone' (this is a safe place, it's okay to say 'Steve'), you were even trained to use guns. You wouldn't even need guns, thanks to your magic but who cares?

Speak of the devil, you thought as you were walking past the kitchen. One of your favorite duos were having breakfast while clearly having one of their daily bickerings, with an almost-done looking Steve on the side.

"That's not how you make a star-shaped pancake." You could practically see Bucky's unimpressed gaze without even seeing it.

"How would you know?" Said a focused Sam, while still trying to shape the liquid-ish thing he put in the pan. "I think it'll turn out just fine."

"It looks like a cloud."

"No, it doesn't. Look at it."

"I am looking, and I'm telling you it looks like a cloud!"

You couldn't help but giggle at this exchange. You coughed lightly to let them know of your presence. If you hadn't, they would've continued for a long, long time as they've had before.

"Welcome back, doll." You sat next to him as Bucky greeted you, making your heart flutter in the process. Your little crush was undeniable from your perspective, you thought.

"How was your mission?" Sam asked while giving you your own plate of freshly made star-shaped pancakes. You could see Bucky was right in the first glance. These were, in fact, not so star-shaped. More like Mickey Mouse's head. If it had five ears instead of two. And the ears were all around it's cute little head.

When you didn't answer with a quick 'it was fine', they all knew something hadn't been as smooth as they'd hoped.

"Wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, with a worried tone to his voice.

You shook your head as if to say no, while reaching for the syrup to put on the pancakes. As you poured it and took a bite, you weren't aware of the silent communication the others had.

It took a while for you to finish your plate between laughing to Bucky and Sam's conversations and eating.

"So, are you in the mood for a movie tonight? We were thinking maybe we can do a movie night." Sam asked right before you got up from your place. Movie night could be a nice distraction, you thought.

"Yeah, why not?" You smiled. "Since Nat's back too, it'd be a whole crew thing, right?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since all of us were free, too." Steve added.

As the conversation quickly shifted to movie choices, you cleaned up your plate and turned around to make your way to your room. But not before dropping a little comment.

"They weren't really star-shaped, by the way."

You smirked while Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as the bickering from earlier flared up again with an "I told you so!" from Bucky. A laugh escaped from you lips as you walked to your room, you could still hear them arguing.

You quickly got in shower upon reaching your room. You weren't injured nor did you have blood on you, yet you felt like you needed some hot water to relax into. By the time you were done, there was a soft knock at your door. Then, a voice.

"Hey, it's me. Just wanted to let you know that we're all gathered and the snacks are ready." You recognized your other favorite red-head's voice in a heartbeat.

"Thanks, Wanda. I'll be there in a sec."

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You met with everyone else in the living room a few minutes later. As you helped with handing out blankets and snacks, you could hear Tony say something along the lines of "What's the point of having a movie room if everyone keeps choosing the living room for its coziness?" which made you giggle.

"We can use it next time." You heard Steve say, before you sat down to one of the couches with your own blanket. As you waited everyone else to settle as well, the other end of your blanket moved upwards and a tired looking Bucky got under your blankets, sitting right next to you.

"Is it oka-" You nodded before he could finish. You wouldn't rather anyone else.

As the lights went off and movie started, Bucky whispered.

"How are you?"

"Better." You quickly replied, with a smile. He replied with a smile of his own, and wrapped an arm around you. Your eyes wandered around, checking everyone, and then Bucky. These people, people you now called family... Yes, it was one of the toughest jobs, being an Avenger. But that was the job that gave you this family. So, at the end of the day, it was fine. It was more than worth it, anyway.

[jojolovesdogs00]

Witch's Curse

Ship: Wanda x Reader

Ch 10

You didn't wake up till 8 in the morning. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes. You stretched a little before sitting up. You looked around curiously as you waited for your brain to catch up with the events of the day before. When your memories finally reached you, you gasped lightly as you remembered the events yesterday. You jumped out of your bed and quickly changed. When you finished changing and brushed your teeth you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and made your way downstairs. You stopped suddenly however, as you noticed Wanda curled up on the sofa with a blanket. A quick check to see if she was asleep revealed that she was indeed asleep.

'She looks peaceful and cute' you thought to yourself. You shook your head lightly. You shouldn't be having these thoughts. But there was nothing you could do about it. You cleared your throat before walking over to the kitchen. 'Breakfast wouldn't hurt anyone' you told yourself. You decided to make pancakes. Pancakes were always good food. Pancakes were delicious. Pancakes meant life. And life meant happiness. She'd also enjoy them. So that's exactly why you decided to make them.

After you finished cooking breakfast you went upstairs to get ready for the day. It was already 9 am. By the time you arrived downstairs again Wanda was in the kitchen. As soon as she heard your footsteps she looked up and blushed lightly. You gave her a small smile before taking your place next to her at the table.

"You made breakfast?" she asked. You nodded and placed the tray in front of you both.

"Yes. Don't you like them?" you asked her. She stared blankly ahead for a few moments, appearing lost in thought, before snapping back to reality.

"I love them. I used to make them for my family." she replied, sounding sad. You couldn't help but feel guilty for reminding her her family. You watched her carefully while she continued eating her pancakes. She was quiet for a moment, before looking up at you and smiling.

"Thank you for making them Y/n." she whispered sweetly.

"It was nothing." you said shyly. 'Why do I feel what I feel?' you wondered. You sat quietly as you ate your breakfast. You kept trying to figure out what was going through your mind, but you couldn't come up with any answers. Suddenly Wanda broke the silence.

"So what are we doing for..." she trailed off.

"Prove your innocence?" you suggested. She was silent for a few moments before nodding. You both finished breakfast without any further conversation. As you got up from the table you offered Wanda to take a bath. She agreed with a small nod. You smiled at her before heading up the stairs to your bathroom.

"You can use these towels." you informed her, handing her a set of white towels. Wanda thanked you and walked into the bathroom. Once she was inside you, headed towards the door and closed it behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against the wall. You were nervous. You weren't sure why you were anxious, though. You hadn't done anything wrong. You're just helping a girl in need. 'Just calm down girl. She didn't do anything bad to my agents.' you reminded yourself. You walked into your room and changed into casual clothes since it's your day off. 'Today is the first day Wanda and I'll be working on proving her innocence.' you thought to yourself. You were feeling bad for not telling about it to Nat and Barton. Maybe you could talk to them later. 'I'm sure they'll understand. Well.. I hope they will.' you added silently. You left the room and headed down the stairs. You headed towards the living room to work on your laptop. You sat down and opened up your computer and immediately began typing away on the keyboard. About ten minutes later Wanda joined you. She was in towel you gave her. You glanced towards her and blushed slightly. She must have seen it because she quickly looked away.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything. It's just... I don't have any other clothes to wear." she mumbled awkwardly. You laughed softly.

"Ah that's okay. I put your clothes to washer. I'll give you new ones." you said before standing up. You walked over to your closet and pulled out some clothes. She came and stood beside you, looking into the closet. You looked back at her and smiled. She smiled back shyly.

"Here you go." you said as you handed her clothes. She took the clothes and thanked you. You both stood there awkwardly for a couple moments before you realized that you should probably leave her alone so she could change. "I'll go so you can.."

"Yes yes. You're right." she said softly. You both stared at each other for a second. She then turned around and you left the room.                                                                        

[stay-curious]

Right Where You Left Me | Chapter 3

Series masterlist

chapter 1 | chapter 2

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader | Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Singer!Reader

Summary: Your debut single puts you in the spotlight and one night you meet a redhead who will turn your world around. How will both of your jobs affect your relationship?

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I was supposed to post it yesterday but got caught up doing other assignments.

For the purpose of this fic, please imagine every song title as written by the character. English is not my first language so there might be some errors.

The golden sunlight comes through the window waking you up. Your eyes stay closed as you toss in bed trying to go back to sleep. It’s not until you’re about to turn around to get away from the light that you feel a strong grip on your waist. Natasha pulls you closer to her, the warmth radiating from her skin and the softness of her touch are enough to lull you back to sleep, the disturbance of the light long forgotten as you let your body relax in her embrace.

You finally wake up when you feel lack of warmth hugging your body. Your eyes flutter open, and you blink a couple of times before adjusting to the light. You turn around and you are met with piercing emerald eyes looking straight back at you. A small gasp leaves your mouth at the breathtaking sight before you; white sheets covering Nat’s body, her head lazily resting against her left forearm while her hand pushes her hair out of her face.

“Good morning,” the redhead greets you- slumber still present in her hoarse voice. 

“Are you watching me sleep? Creep,” You ask. A smile makes its way to her face.

“I was just admiring,” She replies, making you blush. You hid your face behind your hands but shortly after, the green-eyed takes both and pulls them away. She intertwines your hands and leaves a trail of small kisses. The actress then pulls you closer and you rest your head on her naked chest. She wraps her arms around your lower back, softly caressing your skin, an instant warmth floods your chest at the gesture. However, the moment of peace and bliss is cut short by the grumbling of Natasha’s stomach. You lift up your head and try to hold back your laugh.

You move allowing her to sit up. You watch her expectantly as she grabs two shirts from the closet, puts one on and hands the other to you. You climb off the bed and follow the redhead to what you assume is the kitchen. She opens the fridge and looks to you “What would you like? I don’t have much, I usually grab breakfast on the go. Also, last time I tried to cook I almost burned down the kitchen. Thus, Wanda has banned me from hers” She murmurs the last part, dropping her head in embarrassment.

You hum. “How about you get started with coffee and I’ll take care of the food? Do you have enough to make pancakes?” She answers with a nod.

“Great. Could you take out the ingredients and a pan?” She does as told, turning the coffee maker on once she’s left what you need on the counter. You get to work, mixing the ingredients for the batter while she’s focused on making the drinks. When Nat is done, she hops on the counter and watches you cook, relishing in the view in front of her.

“Stop eating all the berries, if you continue there won’t be enough for the pancakes,” You tell her with a threatening tone.

“Alright, alright.” She says whilst sneaking a couple more berries and throws her in her mouth. Giving you her signature smirk.

You put the food on the plates and place them on the island counter, taking a seat in one of the stools. The redhead takes the seat next to yours, her legs brushing yours. She gives you a small smile as apology, but you brush it off. You occasionally throw little glances towards Nat while you eat, a comfortable silence settling in the air. You can’t help but blush when you’re caught in one of those times. As soon as you’re both done eating, you take both of your plates and move to place them in the sink when Natasha rapidly stands up and stops you.

“Oh no no. I can’t let you do that. You were the one who cooked breakfast. I’ll take care of that later.” You put your hands up in surrender and move aside, leaning on the counter.

“So…” The green-eyed starts sheepishly, fidgeting with her hands. “I don’t have plans for today. Would you like to stay a bit longer, watch a movie and order lunch?”

“Oh, I’d love to but actually I have plans with Grace, my best friend.” You reply. A disheartened on her face.

“Does that mean you have to leave now?” You nod silently. “Okay. Um there are clean towels in the bathroom if you want to shower. I could lend you some clean clothes as well.”

“A shower sounds nice.” Natasha disappears for a few minutes and then guides you to the bathroom, closing the door on her way out. You spot a pile of clothes next to some towels sitting on a small wooden stool. You hop on the shower and wash away the remains of last night’s activities. When you’ve dried off, you put on the clothes, a black sweatshirt with the logo of one of the characters Natasha’s played and black sweatpants. You get out and make your way to the living room, where you last left your belongings, including your phone. Natasha joins you and walks you outside.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob, but you stop and turn around. Looking straight at the emerald orbs. You sigh, “I really enjoyed last night with you, and this morning too.”

“I did too. We should do this again. My treat this time.”

“Yeah. That would be really nice. Say the day and I’ll make time,” a gentle forming on your face.

“I’ll text you the details”

Natasha rests her hands on both of your cheeks and pulls you in for a short kiss. The tenderness of her touch making you melt against her. She gives you one last peck as a goodbye, and she reluctantly pulls away. The actress leans on her doorway and spares one last glance at you as you drive off.  

Two months after the first date, there have been quite a lot of texts exchanged and occasional dates planned. You and Natasha have been hanging out for a while, as much as your schedules allow you. There’s sense of easiness whenever the redhead is around, just being in her presence gives you comfort and peace. Then, there’s the unquestionable chemistry between the two of you, which makes it even easier for both of you to spend more time together. Although the two of you have enjoyed each other’s company, neither has taken the step to make things official. 

Winter faded rather fast into spring, leaving the not-so-cold weather behind, making way for the already warm and more pleasant weather. Weeks have gone by and as much as Nat would like to deny it, the (y/h/c) has invaded not only her thoughts but also her heart. Still, she finds no courage to make things official between them. It might be because she does not want to rush it and would rather take more cautious steps, or because love is a complicated matter for her. Love is for children, that’s what she’s been told. There’s no space for love when you have had to fight for a place in an industry that is so hard on women. The things she’s had to endure in order to build a career.

The singer has been busier than ever with the finishing touches of the EP. You’ve finally finished it and want to show Nat the final result, so you invite her over to the studio. You still cannot believe the project you’ve been working on for almost a year will be released in less than a week. The sleepless nights, the tears shed, the raw emotions put on paper, a piece of your life, your heart that you get to share with the world. You feel unbelievably honored to have had the opportunity to create this piece of art that holds so much meaning to you. What’s more, everything is happening at once, the release, the upcoming tour, spending time with the redhead, etc. No wonder why you’ve been so emotional lately.

As the clocks nears 1pm, you start to become more and more anxious. The redhead should be here soon. You can’t help but pace around the studio to ease your nerves.

“You’re nervous Y/N. Why’s that?” The green-eyed asks with a look of concern.

“Hey gorgeous,” she says as she approaches you, a wide smile spreads on her face, “I got you something.”

“Nat! You brought my favorite?” You ask, eyes brightening. She hums in response and sits the bag down on the table. A small shriek of excitement leaves your mouth. “You’re the best.” You leave a chaste kiss on her cheek. She wraps her arms around your lower back and pulls you in for a hug. You nuzzle against her neck and breathe her in, soft hint of vanilla and cinnamon filling your nose.

“I’m just… I don’t know how people would react to it. Would they like it? Was I too emotional? What if it doesn’t meet their expectations? I don’t want to let my fans down.” You continue your ramble when Nat stops you.

“Hey, look at me.” She demands sternly. “One, you don’t have to be nervous around me. Two, this project, you’ve made it for yourself, as a way to cope with what you’ve been through. You should be proud of yourself, of the work you’ve put into it and how hard you’ve worked. If people have high expectations, it’s on them. But I’m pretty sure there are people out there that will enjoy and appreciate what you’ve created.” Her words try to give you some reassurance, and it works.

“Thank you. You’re amazing. Should I play it now?” You ask hesitant. The actress nods. You hit play on the computer and the melodies begins to fill the room. Natasha is listening attentively, and you can’t help but look away, not wanting to see her reaction. The first fourth songs have ended and it’s time for the last one. “Blue” starts to play and you’re overwhelmed with emotions, reliving the moments behind the lyrics.

We were like a California sunset, faded to die any minute

Getting’ rid of you might be the best thing I ever did

Diamonds in the cut always know how to fool me

Oh, honey

But I know when to run, rum, run

As the music fades away, Nat turns around to face you and notices your eyes filled with tears. She pulls you in for another hug, and you find comfort in her embrace. She kisses your temple and whispers, “I’m so proud of you.” You wipe off the tears that run down your cheeks and pull away, putting your foreheads together. Once you’ve composed yourself, you gesture to the food and start eating before it gets cold.

When you’re done, Natasha takes one of your hands and guides you towards the sofa. “I’ve been meaning to ask you one thing, but I have not found the right time, until now.” She takes a deep breath and continues, “Will you be my girlfriend?” Adoration smeared all over her face.

“Yes! Of course, Tasha” You answer and all you can do is smile tenderly at your now official girlfriend. “God you’re going to make me cry again.” You let out a small chuckle.

“Steve and Wanda will be glad I finally asked you,” she jokes

“Why is that? Out of curiosity”, You ask.

“You seem really close.”

“Because they have witness how I have been beating myself up for not finding the courage to ask you sooner.” She tells you.

“We are,” she states. “What are we going to about the public aspect?

“Right. We should talk about that. What do you want to do?” You wait for her response.

“I was thinking about telling our close friends and family respectively.” You nod in agreement and encourage her to continue. “I don’t want to keep you a secret, but I also don’t advertise my private life.”

“I agree. So, being affectionate in public is alright with you?”

“Yeah, like I said, I won’t hide that I’m with you. That does not mean I want to talk about it in interviews and all that.” She adds.

After discussing more aspects of what this new step would entail, you move on to talk about what you have in store for both. You tell her about the upcoming tour that starts at the end of May, beaming at it being your first time on a stage in front of your fans.  The actress then explains that she has a couple of months free before she has to start filming for a minor role. The two of you fall into a comfortable conversation. Time flies when you’re with her. Soon you have to go home. You accompany the redhead to her car and before you part ways. The sun getting low when you enter your apartment to start your night routine. Shortly after, you’re in bed, smiling foolishly to yourself as you drift off to sleep.    

[quietlyimplode]

leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 20 - it’s been a long day

Warnings: nothing I can think off except angst(?)

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine, but it sure is amazing)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: <3

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To Steve’s surprise Natasha and Clint arrive at breakfast, and whilst Tony and Bruce are nowhere to be found, he sends them a message quickly to come join them.

It’s likely that they’ve been up all night doing… who knows what they do, but he feels like it’s important to have everyone here.

Clint looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes; but Natasha, although moving slowly, looks lighter with him by her side.

“Morning,” he greets, offering the coffee to Clint first.

Clint takes the pot, holding it up in gratitude as he nurses it to the cupboard. Steve laughs as Clint fills it to the brim, slurping the top to bring it to the table.

Natasha is already sitting, so he sits next to her and groans.

“Tired?” Steve inquires.

He doesn’t get a reply.

Steve stands and grabs cereal and bread and offers them both to the assassins sitting at the table.

Clint continues to nurse his coffee, whilst Natasha points to the cereal.

Steve dumps some in a bowl and serves it to her with the milk on the side.

There’s a quiet thank you, and it only just dawns on Steve why her voice sounds more hoarse and when she talks, she says less.

Screaming makes your throat sore and your voice strained.

Clint closes his eyes as he sips his drink, and sighs contentedly, as Natasha eats the cereal slowly.

Steve reads on his phone as message comes through from Bruce, letting him know he’ll be there in five minutes.

Tony saunters in, disheveled. It makes Steve laugh as he instantly locates the coffee pot, fills a mug, and just like Clint fills it to the brim. He then sits next to Clint, filling up Clint’s mug again.

Natasha watches carefully, still half a bowl of cereal as she takes it to the kitchen disposing of it.

Tony clinks mugs as he drinks more, making Clint laugh as he does the same.

It’s been a long time since there’s been a morning like this and Steve appreciates the simplicity of it.

Bruce saunters in, and Natasha hands him a mug.

There’s a swelling of emotions, in him, and now as Natasha sits next to him, they watch the three drink coffee like it’s a lifeline.

“Thank you,” Natasha says, the four men looking at her, “for helping. For coming for me.”

Silence in the kitchen, as she continues.

“My experience with family is limited, but what you did for me…I won’t forget.”

Steve watches her bite her lip, as he feels he should say something back. Surprising everyone, it’s Bruce that talks.

“We’re a weird group of people, Nat. We protect our own. I’m sorry this happened to you. I wish it never did, any of it,” he says fiercely, “but you’re here with us now, and I hope you trust us enough to keep helping.”

He speaks, of course, of the two assassins tendency to run and hide when wounded.

To her credit, Natasha gives him half a smile and ducks her head.

“No promises,” she replies.

“This is touching,” Tony says, breaking the tension, “but what’s for breakfast?”

Clint nods, stands and pulls out a pan.

“Pancakes?”

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Under the shower Clint can almost forget himself, the water beating down on him.

The coffee brought him to equilibrium, the shower makes him functional. Natasha headed back to bed after eating a bite of his pancake.

He can see she’s trying so hard to be normal, but he can see the cracks.

The way she flinched when Steve put he bowl on the table, the way she watched all the exits as the others entered. It must be exhausting in her brain right now.

Sleep is a reprieve, and he knows he needs to watch over her. For nothing other than she knows that he is her eyes when she can’t be.

He doesn’t think that he’s slept more than three hours a night in the last month and running on empty doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of fatigue he feels.

He can’t be away from her.

He feels obligated to helping, fixing this. It’s partially his fault anyway.

He just feels like he needs to go away for a little while, from this life, this world.

Instead he shuts off the shower and gets changed.

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“I need help.”

Tony turns to face Clint.

“She’s asleep,” he says.

It’s not even a question Tony had thought to ask.

“I’m worried that if I’m not with her, something bad will happen,” he tells him.

“Like what?” Tony asks slowly.

Clint is quiet, “I don’t know, something… anything.”

Tony’s heart sinks a little; “you think she’ll hurt herself?”

Walking forward, Clint approaches his workbench, picking up a screwdriver and twirling it unconsciously.

“Or that something will happen to her.”

“Dreykov,” Tony concludes.

Clint nods.

“He’s not dead. I know it. I think he’ll come for her. Can you find him? Track him maybe?”

Clint sits with a thud.

“What do you need?”

He shrugs.

“Sleep?” It’s said in jest but Tony knows it’s an honest answer.

“Okay, how about you rest over there,” he points to the bed Pepper set up years ago, “and I’ll start searching.”

Clint looks to the door.

“She’ll be fine,” he assures.

“I’ll send Steve with the cat, and Jarvis can tell us when she starts to stir, her heart rate usually changes when she starts to wake up.”

Clint almost laughs at that, that Tony has been monitoring her as much as he has… just from afar.

He looks to the bed again, the appeal of it clear.

“Okay,” he concedes, “okay, but you’ll wake me?”

Tony pulls up the schematics of planes into an out of Russia, and turns his back on Clint.

“Sleep.”

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Liho steps on the bed making a cat noise loud enough to wake Natasha.

To Liho’s surprise she’s forcibly removed, a growl and surprised ‘mrrrp’ leaves her mouth as she stares disgruntled at the blonde man that’s taken her from the warmth.

“Leave her,” comes Natasha’s voice, and she’s placed back on the bed, following her voice and like she’s always done, she knocks heads with her and curls near her head.

“What’s the time?”

Steve’s low voice answers and she realizes Clint isn’t with her again. Her heart drops a little.

“Where’s Clint?”

Maybe he’s just gone out for a minute, but when Steve replies he’s with Tony, she knows he’s avoiding her again.

“Can you get him for me?”

She doesn’t even hear him leave, and she knows she could ask Jarvis but the truth is she wants him out of her room.

She wants to cry alone.

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Light sleeping has always been a skill of Clint’s; ever since he knew he had to pay attention to when his father was home, or look into sniper scopes for hours; he’s always been able to wake up quickly and be alert to his surroundings.

He awakens but doesn’t move, only when Steve enters, he sits up and looks around.

Tony looks guiltily at him, and he knows something has happened.

He stands quickly, looking to each of them.

“What?” he questions.

“Good news or bad news?”

Tony looks worried, “Dreykov is in the states.”

Clint clenches his teeth, breathing through his nose.

“And?”

“And he’s meeting with Ross.”

Steve crosses his arms across his body.

“What can we do?”

“Kill him,” Clint mutters, thinking of all the ways he can take him out.

There’s a break.

“He’s here for her isn’t he?”

Dread fills Tony, and Clint backs to the door.

“Natasha asked for you,” Steve tells Clint, giving him the easy option to leave.

“Clint wait.”

He turns his back to his friends.

“Don’t do anything dumb just yet, let us see what we can figure out, and then we can do it together, whatever it needs to be.”

Steve’s words are tokenistic at best. Placating at worst.

Leaving the room, he feels his phone buzz.

Tony has sent him the coordinates.

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By the time Clint arrives at her room, her eyes are dry.

She’s composed and sitting with Liho in her lap. She’s so tired of feeling so out of it, so disconnected and dissociated from life.

Everything feels hard, but it’s not like it was before, she can do this. She can be a part of the world.

“Hey,” he opens, sitting on the bed.

“Hey.”

He looks to his feet and she knows.

“What?”

Her stomach drops as he doesn’t make eye contact but hands her his phone.

There’s coordinates.

“Who?”

But she knows.

He doesn’t need to say it. It’s been the elephant in the room since she got back.

Her protector, the fear of losing her to not only her own mind but to someone else’s, her greatest fear that was realised, and now likely need to be alive again feeling like a sisyphean task.

“Confirmed?” she asks.

He nods.

“Tony found him.”

Then quieter.

“How is he not dead?”

Liho moves, stretches and then curls back in on herself, unaware of the angst settling in the room.

“What do you want to do?

Natasha stands up, holds her hand out for him to take, and leads him to the bathroom.

“No big decisions right now, we know what we’re going to, right?”

He nods, taking his tshirt off as she strips too.

“Wash my hair?” she asks, stepping under the spray.

He remembers his promise, and smiles.

“Of course.”

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Dreykov leaves the secretaries office, purpose in his step as two widows trail behind him. Ross was a bastard, looking to American interests and they knew it. What he wasn’t expecting was for him to give Natasha back so easily.

Not through official channels of course, but the ease in which information was exchanged.

He smiles as he boards the plane.

Not long now.

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Night falls, the day long and few words spoken.

“Will you be able to sleep?”

Clint traces patterns on her hand, his eyes tired as she pulls herself closer to him. He accepts her in his arms and feels for the first time the closeness he’s been missing.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses, kissing her head.

“I’ve missed me too.”

She sighs, “when will this be over? I feel like I can’t process anything, do anything, because this still isn’t over. I want to go to Tokyo, or the beach, or anywhere that doesn’t have a medical facility attached. I don’t want to be in the same country as that man, the same world, universe even.”

Clint nods.

“We should call Thor.”

She scoffs at that.

“If they find me, and take me, you’ll do it won’t you?”

She knows what she’s asking of him, but she knows she can’t do it again. Last time she wanted to live, but there’s no way she would survive again.

“If they take me, I think I’ll be gone forever.”

It’s a melancholic statement and he doesn’t accept it.

“Always something with you, isn’t there?”

They both smile at the old joke, and slowly the night burns away as finally they talk. The debrief a long time coming. Natasha listens to Clint's heart rate slow, both drifting to sleep.

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[wanda-little-baby]

In action - Wanda x Reader

Summary: You prepare yourself for a mission like any other right? Or maybe not...

Warnings: No more traces of angst, just a little Avengers life (obviously under the eyes of a 18-year-old), and a nice bond with Nat

A/N: So, I've been pretty sick in the last week so I decided to take a little break but now I'm here, ready and energized to continue

Words: 2.546

Italics = thoughts

Okay, I just got out of a hot shower and headed to the kitchen to play the most important role in the Avengers in my opinion, the cook.

Since yesterday in the air it is as if I perceive something big coming and this is not good, Thor is back from some other place in space he has been and even if it is always a feast for the eyes he eats too much and a fridge would not be enough whole to feed him.

However, I spent most of the time left cooking to prepare 6 obviously personalized breakfasts (I'm pretty sure that after 2 years I know their eating habits well in the morning) and a mega breakfast for the god.

"Good morning Nat" I exclaimed obviously surprising the red shadow behind me.

"Tell me how you always know, in short, I should be one of the spies if not the best spy in the world" replied a shocked Natasha to have discovered her.

"Do you know that I can feel you? You know, with my powers, those strange things I do with my hands right?" I replied continuing to churn out an endless row of pancakes.

"Right, anyway I smell good here" said the widow getting closer and closer to the stove "Am I wrong or are those pancakes? Is Thor here?" she asked curious about this morning news.

"Yes, he arrived last night when you were still down training" I said placing all the portions meticulously calibrated freeing myself to be able to continue talking "Anyway, I heard Steve and he said he is waiting for us at 8 for another of his famous debriefings, who knows what the new mission will be" with my arms crossed and a thoughtful look I confided to the redhead intent on munching some cereals from the box

"The newbie is excited eh, remember whatever it is there are people in danger, they are the top priority" she said in his usual wise old tone. "I know I know, this is what we do here, protect people from things they can't protect themselves against" exhaling in defeat to her inevitable intellectual superiority, I headed for the bedrooms.

"I'm going to get ready" were the only words Nat heard as I ambushed my room. And within 15 minutes I was back out beautiful and bright in the ordinary way to enjoy the sleep-distorted faces of my teammates.

"Lady Y/N! Well awakened, your beauty shines like the gold that covers the Asgard palace!" greeted the mighty god of thunder with his peculiar ways. "Thor, I see you're in a good mood today, ready for the meeting?" I replied making faces at a Natasha pleased with the embarrassment of the conversation. "It's very ready, Stark and Steve are already waiting for us in the "meeting room"so it will be better not to keep them waiting, you know Steve how annoying it can be for punctuality" she replied taking her arms off the counter and walking towards the meeting room "Yeah, it's better go. Thor, with me" I continued following Natasha in line and calling back the Asgardian.

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Once inside Steve started talking

"So, last night the Shield gave us the position of Loki's scepter in the hands of the Hydra" Steve began speaking to the four of us seated by a long table.

"And where is it?" Nat asked as he read the digital file

"Sokovia, near the city of Novi Grad. It's one of the last remaining Hydra bases so it's not sure if the scepter is right there" sighed Bruce as he rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"Yeah, it's not sure if the scepter is there, but we're sure to kick Strucker's ass before shutting him in a 4x4 cube of reinforced concrete" Tony came up with his usual way of speaking

"Finally!! Screams of pain and death will follow our path" Thor exclaimed with too much enthusiasm.

This was certainly the most tragic-comic moment since I am an Avenger because after this particular observation we all turned with mixed looks of confusion and disgust towards the Asgardian.

"Ok, but no, no rivers of blood will flow in Eastern Europe. They may also be Hydra soldiers but they are still civilians so unnecessary bloodshed must be avoided." with a few words still perplexed I tried to bring the situation back to a level of oddities within the norm. "Y/N is right, we need a plan, a very strong plan" continued the archer supporting the newborn conversation "Thanks Clint" I replied in a tone of response but also of thanks for the support (I'm not at all good at talking to more than two people at a time without being embarrassed); promptly without saying anything, with only two fingers he made a gesture as if it were a "please"

"That's why we're here, we have to come up with a strategy to infiltrate without getting noticed and possible alternative plans in case things go wrong." Steve continued the conversation "WHEN things get wrong" with his usual teasing ways Tony tried to do something that doesn't even come close to a joke

"Ehm, I was saying ..." the captain pointed out in a rather annoyed tone "we split into three teams:

- Tony and Thor will give us cover from above and go first;

- Me, Clint and Natasha will take care of the soldiers ;

- Y/N and Banner will remain behind as in the event of an ambush

Once inside, the main targets are Strucker and the scepter, the other things have to be picked up and brought back to New York"

"You know it won't be easy to get in there?" Clint pointed out in a very impertinent way. "That's why we need more plans, to prepare for the worst. And that's why I have a stealth plan. From what I read on the file there are deliveries with a couple of trucks every day, maybe Nat and I can infiltrate one of these. and enter without being noticed, make our way and disable the shields that will surely be around the base and allow you others to enter and make a big boom!" All in one breath I presented with great anxiety all around my newly studied plan.

"Well, this is a plan, now only the worst option is missing. In the worst case, we stay on the ground to take out as many as we can by eliminating the surprise factor and Tony breaks these hypothetical shields." at the end concludes the redhead, putting an end to the briefing

"Okay then, we have the plans, now we have to get ready. We'll meet you on the landing pad tonight at 10pm, so we'll get there early in the morning," Steve said, getting up and dismissing everyone in the room.

"OK rookie, with me now, training room, I have to drop you a couple of times before I go to war." completely excited Natasha said with a smile from ear to ear. "It's been two years now, when are you going to stop this rookie thing?" with a smiling but also a little annoyed look, I replied to the widow's words.

Raising her eyes to the sky, the slightly annoyed redhead replied "I'll stop when you finally win a training session", "Yes, as if I haven't won one, right? Bah, you know it's there, now let's go down and I'll fuck your ass!" I concluded in a playful tone with a beautiful tongue as I made my way to the elevator.

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"I don't know Nat, I've been feeling something bad and big in the pot since this morning" I expressed my opinion before kicking the head of the "mentor" unfortunately saved. "I honestly think you are worrying unnecessarily" punch on my dear ribs (it hurts a lot I still remember the pain) "You may be right but I say that it is better to worry, and not because I feel it but because it is my powers to tell me" I don't know why but I left the fighting position while I say this (I will regret it within 10 seconds) and..." Yes but for the moment worry about this..." total darkness for a few milliseconds and then I find myself lying in ground with Nat's legs around my head as he tries to choke me "but then I still haven't figured out what kind of powers you have" he says just before loosening his grip "I have no idea, just these little balls of energy come out of my hands and sometimes if I concentrate I can make a barrier, but nothing more, even if I have no idea what a long way to go." finally we return to an upright position and sincerely with our hands against our hips and completely sweaty I look at a thoughtful and equally sweaty Nat "some times though, it seems as if you were talking and I heard you but you didn't speak at the end" with an increasingly sulky look at the end she spoke "As if you read minds?", "Yes, that's right, I have to practice maybe I could understand what is in your head Natasha Romanoff" with a smiling grimace I hit Nat's arm as a sign of challenge and she to counter instead she says "Would you like to understand me? Don't think about it, instead think about going to take a shower and eat something because it's almost time to leave", ah the famous worried Natasha I will never tire of seeing her but I have to answer her so "Yes mom!" I say sneaking out before being chased by a very angry redhead

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Maybe training all day was not a good idea because now I'm really tired and I still have to prepare for the mission and I think I'll spend all night sleeping on the Quinjet

Looking back, I would like to know how to make things fluctuate, it would be easier to pack. Maybe this way... "What? I thought about floating the bag in front of me, I pretended to lift it and finally in my hands my powers manifested and the bag went up in the air!" I honestly have to train more to maneuver this thing, once back from Sokovia I have to pause the spy in me and focus only on the magic in me "Wow, I will never stop surprising myself" but I absolutely have to use this thing to annoy Nat , I don't think I've ever seen her scare and I can't wait to play a lot of jokes

After this profound inner monologue, wanting to carry the floating bag up to the Quinjet at a weighted pace, I head to the elevator to leave the bedroom area

"Wait, wait wait !!!" Nat says in a panic just before the elevator closed. "Who can I see !! Do you need a ride?" I ask with a very happy look at the agitated expression on the older woman's vault

"Yes, I need a ride, ROOKIE" she replies trying to compose herself for the race and leaning an elbow against one of the elevator walls "And what is that?" she exclaims, pointing to the bag still in the air next to my hands covered with red wips of magic

"Oh, this is something I learned five minutes ago, apparently I can make things float" I said dropping the bag to the floor and putting it on my shoulders.

"Cool! But just as creepy" answered the widow with a disgusted frown "but now try to float your ass on that Quinjet and come back here whole, because I'm not going to find a new protege" she added pointing at the exit of the lift to the take-off platform

"Yes Madam!" I said, turning to look at her as I walked backward toward the flying vehicle.

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Once we were all seated in our seats, the captain explained the plans for the umpteenth time and then recommended us to rest because it was going to be a long journey. And so I did, I slept, and I immediately regretted it.

I was sleeping peacefully (as much as a girl can be when she's about to storm a "Nazi" base), when suddenly flashes of light, some quick images as if it were a blink of an eye and a phrase repeated over and over - You and I are the same - . And then again those images, a brunette girl (Who is she? I can't see her well! Do I know her? Why do I feel a connection with this person?), So many but so many robots (Why do they lgook like Tony's armor?), and finally a sound, as if it were a rustle of the wind (Bho?).

"Hey Y/N, wake up we're about to arrive," Bruce said suddenly, bringing me back to reality with a gasp

"Wa-" were the first words I said still in the dream, which among other things also made the doctor in front of me worry (I still had to metabolize that there was someone in front of me). "Everything is OK?" added a voice, intruding into the conversation (after unraveling that remaining veil of sleep I realized it was Clint! I just go haywire when I wake up, huh!). "Sure, just a strange dream" (No look, I just dreamed so many things that I don't understand and I keep a weight on my stomach for no reason, I'm not well at all)

After securing the two men I decided to get up and go talk to Steve who was standing on the edge of the "pilot area".

"So cap, what's the weather like out there?" I asked jokingly on the clouds clearly present trying in vain to remove the nail of the last five minutes, obviously in my mind I was thinking only of one thing: what did I dream? "Cloudy, why?" at this point he replied clearly confused by the question.

"Oh Steve, I love your ability to not understand sarcasm" I said laughing out loud as I saw the blond man put his hand on his face "See captain, today's young people doesn't respect you anymore, you have lost your charm!" Tony said turning in his chair to watch the conversation

"Ok! We understand, I don't recognize all these humorous jokes, but now is not the right time to talk about it-" the "golden boy" interrupted pointing to the castle in the distance from the glass of the Quinjet "-because we are just arrived"

Then, all the others approached the three of us listening to the captain's "profound" speech. "Let's proceed with the Y/N plan, activate the communicators, always stay in touch and pay attention" he finally pronounced (mostly facing me and Nat, but we think it is in a general tone).

"Ready to infiltrate a top secret Hydra base?" I said (obviously to the creator of the newbie's nightmare) finally opening the door of the aircraft. "Sure, as always, no?" in response the redhead came up and put a hand on my shoulder "Yep, let's go" I moved away at a lightning speed from the touch (I'm still afraid of hurting others, and I don't know if I'll ever stop having it).

[unknownimagineblog]

They Get That From You // W.M

Warning(s): death, mourning, angst

You woke up early this morning, standing in the kitchen as you prepared breakfast. It was your few moments of solitude in the morning. And considering the boys had a day off from school, you tried to remain as quiet as possible to allow them sleep.

Although, your plan had been foiled the moment you had heard two sets of feet begin to pad down the stairwell. Both boys slid across the hardwood floor quickly, grins across both their faces as they took in the sight of you in your Avengers uniform.

“You know, it’s take your two wonderful sons to work day!” Tommy said with a wide grin across his face. They both had been trying to convince you, for god knows how long, to bring them to the compound with you while you worked. It had been something you denied for awhile, but today might come to be an exception.

You placed two plates of breakfast in front of them. They looked down, and it was pancakes made perfectly to their liking. Billy’s was filled with blueberries, and Tommy’s, chocolate chips. They grinned, with quick thanks before they started eating.

Their particular eating habits were something they had gotten from you, although Billy wasn’t as strict as Tommy. It had frustrated Wanda to no end sometimes, having two picky eaters in the household.

“It’s bring your sons to work day?” You asked, in faux confusion to which the boys nodded quickly. You leaned back away from the counter, tapping your chin in thought. “I don’t know, only good boys go to work with their parents.”

“We have been good, Mom!” They both cry out together, and your quick to send a pointed look to Tommy as he spoke with his mouth full. He snapped it shut quickly, as if he was hoping he hadn’t just proven your point.

“Well.” You said, drawing it out purposefully. “I guess you can come with me today!”

Both boys cheered, and you laughed lightly at their antics. In reality, you had plans to bring them this entire time, since both Yelena, and Kate had been out on missions, and couldn’t babysit. Normally, you’d take the week off while they were gone, but something important had come up that required your attention at the compound.

That’s what had brought you, and the boys to the Avengers compound after they had finished their breakfast. They stared up at the building in awe, and you grinned when they hid behind your legs in intimidation of the people inside.

“Come on boys.” You said with a soft laugh, and a comforting smile as they looked up to you. “They don’t bite.”

Once you had ushered them inside, they were quick to run toward Natasha as she threw her arms wide for them.

“Aunt Nat!” They cheered, clinging to her for a moment before releasing themselves from her hold. They were quick to share their various activities for the week, and Nat listened intently with a wide grin across her face. Billy and Tommy had even attempted to show her their powers, until you told them it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to do so here.

Their attention was pulled away quickly as Peter Parker walked in, and Tommy raced to his side. They chatted the awkward boy up for a moment, before moving on to the various other Avengers that shuffled into the common room.

Natasha stood next to you now, as your eyes continued to track the boys. She nudged your elbow softly, knocking you from your trance.

“I think they can get along with just about anyone.” She said, motioning over to your children. It pulled a laugh from you, and the sound had made her eyes sparkle. It was a sound she hadn’t had the pleasure of hearing in awhile, and it almost felt as if you were back to yourself once again.

“They get that from me.” You said with a wide smile, and Natasha could feel the pride radiating off of you. She knew, given the chance, you’d boast about your sons for hours. They were your pride and joy, and everyone deserved to know that.

“Look mom!” Billy said, running back to you to show the small trinket Bucky had given him. With a questioning glance in Bucky’s direction, he only shrugged weakly in response. Billy continually turned it over in his hands, offering you a good look at the small object, although you weren’t exactly sure what it had been. Either way, he was excited, and you were too.

He looked at you with his big green eyes, and it was if Wanda had been staring back at you once again. Your breath hitched, and you were in the palm of Billy’s hand in that moment. If he’d ask for anything, you’d give up everything to provide it for him. He gets that from Wanda.

Billy scurried off as Clint walked in from a shooting session, and the boys stared at him in complete adoration. Wanda had always shared wonderful stories about him, so no wonder he’d been on a pedestal in their minds.

“There’s no denying they’re Wanda’s sons.” Natasha said, watching as they chatted with Clint. Billy had even titled his head slightly as Clint spoke, and it caused both of you to chuckle. “There it is.” She said.

“Tommy is my little troublemaker.” You said softly, and Natasha could tell the bitterness in the way you had said my. She was quick to bump your shoulder, and offer a small smile in consolation.

“I wonder who he gets that from?” Natasha said with sarcasm lacing her voice, and it caused you to laugh once again. She’d never tire of that sound, after not hearing it for so long.

“I don’t know what I’d do without them.” You said, and she could see the tears welling in your eyes. You were eternally grateful to your boys for what they had done for you, even if they hadn’t noticed. They’d saved you multiple times, and you genuinely would be lost without them. They get that from Wanda.

Tommy was quick to rush over to you, noticing your wet eyes. He hugged tightly to your waist, and whispered something unintelligible which caused you to question what exactly he had said.

“You’re still our favorite Avenger, Mom.” He repeated quietly, and it caused you to let out a soft chuckle. Billy had come to join him in the hug, and they both assured you how much they had loved you. It caused your heart to swell, before placing a soft kiss against both of their heads.

You kneeled down in front of them, placing a soft hand on their cheeks before smiling even though you still were teary eyed. “You’re everything to me.” You whispered softly.

After the soft moment, you had begun your work, and left the boys under the supervision of the rest of the team. They were highly trained superheroes, you couldn’t imagine they’d be overwhelmed by the trouble of your sons.

You had been wrong, considering the panicked stares they had given you once you reentered the common room. They had lost the boys hours ago, and didn’t have the heart to share the news with you until you had caught them red handed.

Concern quickly fogged your mind too much to even attempt to be angry with the team. You were quick to rush off toward the front of the compound, assuming they had possibly run outside to play for awhile. As you raced closer to the front doors, you noticed Natasha standing off to the side as she threw you an apologetic smile.

“They asked me to bring them here.” She said, with her arms crossed as she leaned against a pillar. She noticed your offended glance, but added. “They didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

You quietly pushed through the front doors, and noticed the memorial that stood out front of the compound. It had read, Wanda Maximoff, humanities greatest hero.

The boys hadn’t noticed your presence yet, as you stayed back to offer them some privacy. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep them from the memorial long, but you hadn’t assumed today would be the day.

“Momma..” You could hear Billy trail off softly, and you had realized he was speaking to the memorial. “I hope you don’t worry. Tommy, Mom, and I are doing okay.”

Tommy was quick to cut in now, as he softly placed a hand upon the memorial. “We really miss you.”

You could hear their soft sniffles from your hiding spot, and quickly rushed toward them to collect them in your arms. They had both began to openly cry into your shoulders, and you weren’t faring much better than they were. Their hands clutched desperately into your suit, and you held them just a little tighter.

You pulled away, and softly brushed the tears from their faces as their sobs began to calm down. They stared at you, and you placed soft kisses upon the crown of their heads.

“We really miss her, Mom.” Billy whispered beside you, and you could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes once again.

They get that from you.

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[rosenallies]

I love that Nat is based off of Natalie Goodman! It just feels right 😭

Could we get a continuation of that prompt and hear what her dad’s have to say about Columbia ❤️

In case you haven’t read it this is a follow up to this ! ☺️☺️

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The next morning, Synthia woke up feeling more cramped than usual. For a moment, it sent his guards up wondering what new symptom he could have possibly ended up with, but with a deep breath, he realized he felt fine and something else was causing his sudden feeling of being squashed. Right between him and Gia, Natalie was tucked away safely, her wild curls splayed across his pillow.

“Nat,” he whispered, stroking her arm and smiling as she fluttered her eyes open.

Worry crossed her features. “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay? Do you need me to wake daddy or-“

“No, baby, I’m okay. Are you?”

She blushed. “Oh, um yeah, I just-had a bad dream last night and noni told me it was ok. I can go back to my room if you need me to.”

He shook his head. “Of course I don’t need you to,” he squeezed her arm lightly, “I thought the last time I’d wake up to you in my bed was a long time ago.”

Kendall was the next to wake up, stretching slightly and making a sound of surprise when he saw Natalie in between Gia and Synthia.

“Nat?”

“Hi daddy,” she said, peeking her head above Synthia.

Before he could formulate a reply, Gia was waking up, ruffling Natalie’s hair. “When do you want to tell them, baby?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the rumbling of Synthia’s stomach. He chuckled awkwardly. “What do you need to tell us?”

“Let’s get some breakfast first? I’ll cook.”

With that, she hopped out of bed and padded toward the kitchen, nerves clutching her like a boa constrictor. Gia, Kendall, and Synthia all exchanged a look and followed her to the kitchen, Gia shrugging when Kendall asked what was the matter.

The air in the kitchen was tense as Natalie fixed everyone a plate of pancakes. No one spoke of anything but how they slept until everyone was sat at the table with a plate in front of them.

“So.. what were you going to tell us?”

“Eat first, dad,” she snapped, a guilty look crossing over her face as soon as she said it. She sighed, looking down at her hands. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to tell you.”

Kendall looked frightened. “Are you pregnant? You can tell us if you are, we won’t be mad. I mean- I did teach you safe sex but sometimes things happen and we just want you-“

“Oh my god, daddy! I’m not pregnant,” she took a shaky breath, glancing at Gia who nodded encouragingly at her, “I got into Columbia University.”

She spoke quickly and it took a second for the words to settle. Kendall’s look of fear contorted into one of pure pride and Synthia, Synthia had an unreadable look on his face.

“Natalie, that is so wonderful. When did you even apply? My god, our little girl is growing up,” Kendall cooed, getting up and squeezing her to his chest.

“Dada, what are you thinking?” Natalie asked nervously as Kendall pulled away.

Synthia looked up, tears in his eyes. “You were so nervous to tell us. Natalie, I am so proud of you, unbelievably proud but I know why you were nervous. You have to go.”

Natalie stood up and knelt at Synthia’s feet, resting her cheek on his knee like she used to do when she was a kid. He ran his fingers soothingly through her hair. “I’m scared, dada, what if you- it’s so far.”

“And if anything happens, we will make sure you’re on the first plane home. That’s ‘if’,” his voice cracked, “I know my health is unstable and it’s been that way your whole life and I hate-“

“Dad, please-“

“Nat, let me finish. I hate that I could be holding you back. As your father, I’m telling you that you are going,” he said firmly, eyes locked on hers, “I will miss you terribly but I’m not letting you pass up the opportunity of an Ivy League education.”

Tears in her eyes, Natalie nodded. “Okay. I’ll go,” she breathed out, letting it settle, “I’m going to Columbia in the fall.”

“Come here, baby girl,” Synthia cooed, holding her as tightly as his frail arms could handle, “I am so proud of the young woman you’re becoming.”

Soon enough, Gia and Kendall joined in on the hug, all of them whispering praises to their daughter, their sweet and wonderful daughter who always thought of others before herself. Synthia couldn’t help but think it was about time she put herself first.

[helloalycia]

⇇ chapter five ⇇

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Picking the right time to talk to Nat about how I felt was proving to be difficult, since I was never too good at initiating conversations about my feelings, and it wasn't something I could seamlessly fit into conversation.

A few weeks passed since that particular therapy session with Doctor Anderson when it finally came up, though not how I would have imagined.

I was eating breakfast one morning when I got a call from Natalia herself, which was unusual since never called at this time and it was definitely the middle of the night in New York, where she was.

"Hello?" I asked between bites of cereal. I heard her shallow breaths and swallowed my food before straightening up nervously. "Nat, are you okay?"

"Sorry," she said tentatively. "I shouldn't have called."

This didn't sound like the usual Nat I'd been befriending lately, this sounded like the Nat who used to call me after a tough assignment, the one who didn't want to talk about her eighteenth birthday, the one who tried to fail her graduation tests in the Red Room...

"What happened, Nat?" I asked carefully, frowning. "What's wrong?"

She exhaled deeply. "Nothing. Sorry."

I recognised her hesitance – it was the same hesitance I possessed when I'd first spoken to her in the middle of the night a few months ago.

"It was a nightmare," I muttered, "wasn't it?"

She didn't agree, but it was obvious. "I'm fine. I just needed to check if you were still–" A pause. Then nothing.

"What is it?" I asked, breakfast long forgotten as I stared into the distance worriedly. "You can tell me, Nat."

Sighing, she asked, "Can I?"

"That's what friends are for." Sensing her hesitation and thinking back to what Doctor Anderson and I had spoke about, I added, "Because we are friends, Nat. Please. What was it?"

There was a soft rustle on her side of the call, like blankets shuffling against bedsheets. And then she breathed out nervously and spoke.

"It was about you."

Already, I had so many questions, but I waited patiently for her to continue.

"Your hands were around my throat."

I looked down, wincing at the memory. It still haunted me, too, sometimes, remembering how I'd almost killed her.

"Nat...," I started, trying to find a way to apologise or make things better, but I'd said all I could in the past, and saying something it wouldn't magically make her stop thinking about it.

"I don't blame you," she rasped out. "I just– sometimes I have dreams like this. Of that day. And it's always about how I might have not succeeded in freeing you. And then I lose you. And this one... this one just felt more real than the others. I just had to ring you and make sure you were still here. That it was just a dream."

"I am here," I said in a promising tone, hoping it made a slight difference. "You did it. You freed me."

She sounded so small as she agreed, "I know."

I hated that I wasn't as good at comforting her as she was me. Saying the right thing was never my strength, but right now, I wished it was all I was good at. She needed more than this right now.

"Thank you for answering," she said, sucking up a breath. "And thanks for listening. I'll leave you to your day, Y/N."

"Wait, I–" I said quickly, not wanting her to leave so soon. "I have to go to work soon. But I want to talk to you later today if that's okay with you."

"Of course. What is it?"

"Nothing to worry about for now," I assured her, already trying to string together words for our conversation later. "I just– you're going to be okay now, right?"

She snickered, but it didn't hold the same ring of amusement she usually possessed. "I'm a big girl, Y/N. I can handle a nightmare."

I wasn't so sure she could, but as always, when Natalia didn't want to talk about something, she wouldn't.

"You know, somebody once told me that a change of scenery can do wonders," I repeated her advice to her with a small, concerned smile. "Especially after a nightmare."

I hoped she was smiling, too.

"They sound pretty smart," she played along quietly, and I could hear the tiredness in her voice.

"They can be, sometimes."

Almost always, but I wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

"I'll give it a shot," she promised. "Thanks, Y/N. I'll talk to you later."

"Talk to you later."

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For the rest of the day, all I could think about was Natalia. Whether she was doing okay, if she had gotten any rest after her nightmare, what I would say to her later on...

On my lunch break, I debated whether to call her and check in, but I didn't want to appear clingy, which was something I never thought I'd think about, but here we were.

So, I settled on sending her a text with hopes she'd reply straight away and put my mind at ease.

Y/N: Hey, Nat, just checking in to see if you're doing okay. I'm at work right now but hope we're still on to talk later?

She didn't reply by the time my lunch break was over, so I continued my shift as usual, serving customers, replenishing stock, playing with the new glitter pens we got in. It did enough for me to stay distracted until we closed the store and I walked it back to my house.

On the walk back, I checked my phone and saw that Nat had responded to my texts earlier, and I may or may not have eagerly opened it.

Nat: I'm doing good, yeah, thanks for checking in. We're still on to talk later, though you've definitely got me overthinking what it's about. It's almost like you're gonna tell me you don't want to talk to me anymore

Minutes apart, she sent another text.

Nat: I'm now realising that humour isn't very well conveyed over text. That was a joke, obviously

A minute later, she sent a final text.

Nat: Er, you didn't exactly deny the initial assumption so now I'm kinda panicking

Rolling my eyes playfully, I decided to just call her now and reassure her that that wasn't why I was going to talk to her.

"Y/N, hey!" she answered quite quickly, and I tried not to smile at the obvious nervousness on her end. "You finished work already?"

"I did, yes. Just walking back now when I saw your texts." She held her breath, I was sure, so I continued. "I'm sorry for scaring you all day. I'm not gonna tell you I don't want to talk to you anymore. Quite the opposite actually."

She breathed out coolly. "Right. That's... infinitely better than what I was imagining."

I smiled to myself as I approached the street my house was on. "I'm almost home now. How are you doing? How is your day going?"

"It's going fine, yeah... how about you? How was work?"

"Was alright. Can't say anything interesting happened, except maybe a new shipment of these cool glittery pens, but yeah, not too bad."

She snorted at my comment and I rolled my eyes, knowing she was judging me but not caring enough to comment.

"Sounds nice," was all she said, and I pursed my lips to avoid saying anything rude. It was times like this where she'd get under my skin without realising, ever since I'd known her.

"Okay, I'm outside my house now," I told her once I saw my bins outside the gate. "I've just got to take the bins in and then I'll call you back."

"Okay, speak in a bit."

Hanging up the phone, I went to pull the bins in, knowing they'd been emptied this morning, and noticed my neighbour's bins were still out. It was an elder woman named Joy who lived there and she had lower back problems so wasn't always on the ball with these things. So, after taking mine to the side of my house, I did the same with hers and saw her sat in her living room with the TV on through the front window.

"Joy," I called as I knocked on the window. She turned around when she heard me and smiled, waving. I returned the smile and said, "I've taken in your bins in!"

As if realising, she stood up, grabbing her walking stick, and I sighed because the whole point was so she wouldn't have to get up.

"Thank you so much, Y/N," she said through her open window. "I didn't realise they were still out there."

"It's no problem at all, Joy," I assured her. "You be careful, yeah? Take it easy. And keep your windows closed in the evenings!"

"Of course, of course." She waved her hand dismissively, never listening to my warnings. "Thanks again, love."

I waved goodbye once more before glancing over her house, making sure she hadn't accidentally left any other windows open. She lived alone and it was hard not to worry about her sometimes, especially when she did silly stuff like leave her windows open all the time.

Heading back to my own house, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on my couch with a sigh before grabbing my phone again, not wanting to keep Nat waiting for any longer.

"You called back," she said when she answered.

"I said I would."

"Yeah, but I figured you'd forget. You know, like you did–"

"It was one time, and I didn't mean to fall asleep," I defended myself, but feeling bad because I'd definitely left her waiting one time when she called me and I'd just finished a shift.

"Okay, well... you wanted to talk. I'm all ears."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, and prepared myself to get a bit more emotional than I ever liked.

"So, you know I've been going to therapy with Doctor Anderson," I began, fingers picking at the loose thread of my shirt. "And we talk about stuff."

"Stuff," she repeated, like the word itself was something worth deciphering.

"Yeah, stuff... and well, we talked about you at one point."

"Oh, God..."

"Nothing bad, don't worry," I said quickly. "But I realised some things and I– I think I– I just–" I closed my eyes, breathing out slowly. "What I'm trying to say is, I've been angry for so long, Nat. Angry that you left."

There was no sign that she was there and I grew nervous all of a sudden.

"Er, Nat?" I prompted. "You still there?"

"Yes, sorry, I'm still listening. I was waiting for you to continue. I don't want to– I'm listening, Y/N."

I licked my lips nervously. "Right. Well, I know that we haven't really talked about this. Not since you came to visit me. But I just– I want to tell you how I'm feeling so I can move forward from this. So that we both can. Because you're my friend, Natalia. And I haven't told you that."

She exhaled quietly. "I see. I want to move forward from this, too. Please, go on."

Swallowing hard, I continued. "You left all those years ago and I hated you for it because it was something that we talked about doing together, if it were to ever happen. But you went and did it anyway and I felt like maybe I wasn't good enough for you to take with you."

"Y/N, you can't think–"

"Please, don't," I said with a frown. "I just need to get this out before I can't say it anymore."

The mere silence before she spoke was enough for me to detect her reluctance to obey. "Okay."

"I know that's not true," I said, thinking back to my session with Doctor Anderson. "But Dreykov knew we were close and he was just as angry about you leaving, so he fuelled my anger and it worked. But I can't keep blaming you, I know that."

I squeezed my phone, feeling the tension in my chest slowly unravel as I finally said what had been on my mind since my session.

"You didn't owe me anything, Nat," I said with a break in my voice, making me wince internally. "If you had an out... I'm glad you took it. Anybody who went through what we did deserved to get out. I got left behind, but it wasn't your responsibility. You did what you did for your own safety. And if you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have joined the Avengers, Yelena wouldn't have got her sister back, I wouldn't be free... It's not black and white like I've been treating it. It's a lot. And I'm sorry I've been so hostile about it to you. You've been here for me so much lately, more than you had to, and I'm so grateful. And I– I hope you can forgive me."

When I finished, my heart had leapt into my throat and I was anticipating her response. Why she'd stuck around after how I'd treated her was beyond me, but I couldn't have been any more thankful for it. I just had to do a better job at showing it.

"Are you finished?" she asked softly. "I don't wanna talk if you're not finished."

I let out a shaky laugh, nervous and uneasy. "Yeah, I'm finished."

"Okay, well, of course I forgive you, Y/N." A noise escaped her throat, like she was on the verge of tears, and I felt bad. "I wish I could give you a hug right now."

My racing heart slowed down as I breathed out, smiling. "Yeah, me too."

"For the record," she said between a sniffle, "you meant everything to me. You still do. And I really did want to take you with me. You're the only person besides Yelena and Clint who really knows me. Probably the only person who really does know me since you were there with me through the worst of it."

It shouldn't have mattered, since I'd accepted that she had nothing to be sorry for, but hearing her tell me that she would have taken me with her... it made a difference. And, stupidly enough, brought tears to my eyes.

"I hate that I left you with Dreykov," she said with a guilt-laden voice. "I hate that you got the brunt of everything. Y/N, you deserved so much better. There wasn't a time when I didn't think about you. You have to know that. I never meant to hurt you."

Stupid feelings. Stupid tears. Stupid heart.

"I know that now, thank you, Natalia," I said, voice coming out rougher than I wanted because of the lump in my throat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to– are you crying?"

I laughed, wiping the tears from my face. "No, no, it's okay. I'm just really glad that we can put as much of this behind us as possible."

She laughed, too, and I could tell she was just as emotional as I was. "Me, too. It's all I've wanted since I found you again."

All she'd wanted... it was hard to believe, but she never lied, did she? And just like that, she was successfully reeling me back in.

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Making things right with Natalia made more of a difference in my life than I cared to admit.

Hating her for what she had no choice but to do, blaming her for something that wasn't her fault... they were heavy things to carry around and internalise for years. And now that we'd resolved everything and I could move on from it, I felt like my life was only getting better.

We talked a bit more than we used to – several times a week compared to the once every other week – and I no longer felt like I had to be so guarded around her. It was nice, though we were living two very different lives so sometimes that showed when we'd talk.

She was helping Yelena free the many Widows around the world whilst trying not to get caught by the American authorities for breaking the rules of the Sokovia Accords. And I was living my life the best I could, making my house as homey as possible and fulfilling the fantasy I'd always dreamt of since being stuck in the Red Room – living a completely mundane life.

I wasn't seeking her approval, I didn't need it. But sometimes she'd make a joke or a comment about what I'd chosen to do with my life and it only brought me back to the many times when she'd tell me not to dream of anything beyond being a Black Widow, back when I wanted to run away. It was hard not to harbour that same anger I felt when she left when she did, or to get defensive and choose not to share certain things about my life. She'd made it clear that a regular life wasn't for her, and I'd grown used to living a life without her.

We wouldn't always see eye to eye and that was all I could expect since it had been like that for as long as we'd known each other.

Since we'd resolved things between us, I'd only seen Nat on FaceTime calls and over phone calls. She'd been travelling all over with Yelena, but her travels had never brought her to England, so I hadn't seen her in person for a good few months. Until she called me one day and asked me to accompany her to Scotland.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked, pausing from chopping some vegetables to check if I'd heard correctly. "Did you just say Scotland?"

"Yeah, I'm going to visit my teammate, Wanda, and thought you might wanna join," she said like it wasn't a big deal. "Yelena is coming, too."

I set my knife down as I digested what she was asking. "I– erm– I don't have a car. And train tickets are quite expensive, Nat. Sorry, I don't think–"

"I'll take you, don't even worry," she said nonchalantly. "We can drive from Yorkshire."

Raising an eyebrow, I said, "It's a little silly to fly to England, meet me in Yorkshire, then drive four, five hours to Scotland."

"It'll be fun," she insisted, and I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously as she continued. "You can finally meet Wanda and Vision. It's just a weekend."

The thought of meeting some of the Avengers, her new family, was a little daunting.

"Nat, I don't know..."

"Yelena will be meeting them for the first time, too," she continued, oblivious to my nerves. "She'd appreciate the company, I'm sure. Plus she misses you. She's not seen you since you left for England."

I sighed, already feeling myself give in. She wasn't wrong... and it would be nice to see Yelena again, especially after only ever speaking to her over the phone for so long. Same with Natalia, too.

"I'd need to get permission from work," I said, already planning how I'd ask my manager with only a week's notice.

Nat snorted with amusement. "Seriously?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, seriously. It's called having an actual job."

Again, times like this were when I knew she didn't take my new life seriously. Not everyone could pick up and leave like she could.

"Sorry," she said when she detected a hint of bitterness in my voice. "I didn't mean to– I didn't know. Of course, ask your work first."

"I'll get back to you about it," I decided, not wanting to fight over something stupid. "Are you really sure?"

"Yeah," she said with a slight pitch to her voice, like she was embarrassed or something. "I'd like it if you were there."

I hummed, picking my knife back up. "Okay, I'll see what I can do and let you know tomorrow. That okay?"

"Perfect. Thanks, Y/N."

And so that's exactly what I did. My manager gave me the go ahead and a week later, I found myself gathering the last of my belongings when Natalia beeped her horn outside, letting me know she was here.

I wasn't sure if I was excited to go or not. It would definitely be nice to go somewhere new, explore a new city, see Nat and Yelena again. But whether that outweighed the reality of spending four hours in a car with Nat and meeting part of her new family, I didn't know. I could only hope all would go well this weekend.

Rolling my suitcase out of my house and locking the door behind me, I saw Nat had parked a jeep outside my front gate and was already walking up the pathway, meeting me halfway. She looked good, I wouldn't lie. And I had to remind myself that she was saying something when I found myself taking in her whole look.

"Sorry, what?" I said, blinking, when she began to grab my suitcase and backpack from my hands.

She smiled brightly, green eyes shimmering in the sunlight, when she realised I hadn't paid attention. "I said give me your stuff and give me a hug, idiot."

I relaxed, nodding dumbly, and let her take my bags before she quirked a brow. Realising she was waiting for me to hug her, I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, instantly sinking into her.

"Really feeling the love," she joked when I pulled away, trying not to laugh.

"Sorry, my mind is clearly not with me," I said apologetically, before smiling at her. "It's good to see you, Nat. You look well."

"So do you," she said, eyes flittering up and down my body harmlessly, but enough to make me nervous. "C'mon. I'll get your things in the trunk and we can go."

As I followed her to the car, I said, "Hang on, I just need to give my neighbour the spare key."

She seemed confused, but busied herself with putting my suitcase in the back.

"Backpack at the front with me, please!" I called to her as I went up Joy's pathway.

She nodded and I left her to it as I knocked on Joy's front door, my house key in hand.

"Y/N, love, hello!" she greeted with a smile when she answered. "You're leaving already?"

I returned her smile and nodded. "I am, yeah. I just wanted to drop off my house key so you can water my plants. You still okay to do that?"

"You know I am," she assured as she accepted the key. "I've got it all under control, love. You have fun on your trip and don't worry about it. It's Scotland, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks again, Joy. I really appreciate it."

She waved her hand dismissively before her eyes drifted behind me, towards Nat and the car. "Is that your friend you're going with?"

I glanced back and saw Nat was getting in the driver's seat. "Yeah. Her name is Natalia. She's not from around here. Old friend."

"I could have told you that... I'd recognise that fiery red hair if I'd seen it before." She laughed to herself. "You're very mysterious, you know that, Y/N?"

I cracked a small smile, looking back to her. "I've been told. Anyway, I should get going. Be safe and call if you need anything."

"Yes, yes, go on," she said, already ushering me off her porch.

"And don't forget about the–"

"The windows, yes, I know!" she finished, waving her hand. "See you on Monday, Y/N!"

I rolled my eyes playfully but waved goodbye and left. Heading to the passenger's seat of the jeep, I realised Nat had already started the car and was ready to go.

"Sorry about that," I said as I put my seatbelt on. "She's a chatty one."

"It's okay." She set off and glanced at me in her seat. "So, she's your neighbour?"

"Yeah, her name is Joy. She's sweet. I was just giving her the key so she could water my plants whilst I'm gone."

"Cute," she said with a teasing voice, making me hide my smile. "You really like it here then?"

She was driving down my road, each house passing by in a blur. A road I had become so familiar with that I couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

"Yeah," I answered. "It's home."

She hummed quietly in response, nodding.

"I didn't mind driving, you know," I said when I settled into my seat. "It's four hours."

"I got it," she assured me. "But we are going to make a quick pit stop before I hit the highway. Gotta stock up on snacks, right?"

My smiled widened. "Obviously."

Maybe the drive wouldn't be so bad.

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About half an hour into the journey, when I was snacking on some popcorn and occasionally tossing some at Nat to see if she could catch it in her mouth whilst driving (she couldn't, and she hated me every time I kept trying), she got a call from her friend, Wanda.

"Wanda, hey," Nat greeted when she answered on loudspeaker, her phone connected to the car.

"Hey, Nat," Wanda's voice came through. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're getting on! Have you set off yet?"

Nat smiled to herself. "Yeah, we're about half an hour in. Y/N is sat next to me."

"Oh, hi, Y/N!" Wanda said enthusiastically. "We can't wait to meet you, finally. Nat mentioned you a lot."

I pursed my lips, containing a smile, as I glanced over to an opposed Nat.

"I don't think I have...," Nat mumbled to herself with furrowed brows.

"Hey, Wanda," I replied, ignoring Nat but definitely amused. "I can't wait to meet you, too. It'll be nice to put a face to a name for me as well."

"Is that– can I–" another voice came through the phone, muffled and in the distance, then some more mumbling was heard between Wanda and someone else, before the man fully came to the phone and said, "Hello, Natasha! We can't wait to see you!"

I assumed that was Vision, but was more caught up in my confusion at him calling Nat Natasha. It was the second time I'd heard someone call her that, the first being by Doctor Anderson. Which made me think Natalia wasn't her name anymore, and I just hadn't realised.

"Hey, Vision," Nat said between a laugh. "Look, guys, we'll call when we're at the hotel, yeah?"

"Yes, she said hi back...," Wanda was saying to Vision, before replying to Nat. "Okay, Nat, have a safe drive. Bye, Y/N!"

"Bye," I said awkwardly, still thinking about Nat's name.

The call ended and a silence filled the car, my popcorn long forgotten. Nat must have noticed as she gave me a sideways glance.

"You okay?" she asked.

I cleared my throat, eyebrows knitted together as I looked down at my popcorn. "Vision called you Natasha. So did Doctor Anderson. Is that your name?"

Nat shifted her hands on the steering wheel uncomfortably. "Yes, it is... I changed it when I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. Partly not to be found by anyone from my old life, partly to have a fresh start."

Made sense... but I felt a little out the loop since I'd never picked up on that.

"It's Natasha Romanoff," she added, hands still shifting anxiously. "That's what everyone knows me as."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, lifting my eyes to look at her profile. "I've been calling you Natalia the whole time. I would've happily stopped if I'd known."

She was chewing on her lower lip, concentrating very hard on driving, in a way which made me think she was avoiding looking at me.

"So many things changed when I got you back," she answered, as if choosing her words carefully, "and I didn't want to change that for you, too. You know me as Natalia Romanova, so that's who I am."

I frowned, appreciating her thoughtfulness, but feeling a little stupid now that I knew. "Well, you don't need to do that anymore. I can start calling you Natasha."

She shook her head, wincing. "No, that doesn't sound right. You call me Nat most of the time anyway. It's the same thing."

I wondered if it was weird for her, mixing her old life with her new one. Is that why she didn't want me to call her Natasha?

Humming in response, I crossed my legs and distracted myself with my popcorn again. Best not to dwell.

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Halfway through the journey, when I'd listened to almost every song on the radio and both of mine and Nat's playlists, talked to her long enough to get sick of my own voice and stared out the window too much to find interest in it anymore, I decided to give some reading a go.

My book was at the bottom of my book, annoyingly enough, so I had to pull out my scrapbook slightly to get to it. I was hoping Nat wouldn't notice, since it was most definitely something embarrassing that she would not understand and make me feel bad for without realising, but my luck just wasn't with me.

"What's that?" she asked when I shoved it back down, clutching my book in hand.

I decided to play dumb. "What's what?"

But she knew me too well and only grew more interested. One hand off the wheel, she pointed to my backpack between my legs, saying, "That! C'mon, what is it?"

I groaned quietly, knowing she'd just find a way to look at it later. "I took up scrapbooking as a hobby, okay?" I admitted reluctantly. "It's my scrapbook. A girl at work showed me how to do it." She didn't say anything, and I hated the quiet, so I continued, "I needed something to do after work. So... yeah. I quite enjoy it."

She nodded slowly, her expression not giving much away. "Wow. Sounds nice."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but that wasn't it. I rolled my eyes and leaned back into my seat, opening my book.

"What?" she asked, sending my sudden mood.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you," I mumbled, not looking away from my book.

"What? What did I do now?" she asked defensively.

My grip tightened on the book. "You think it's weird. You're judging me."

She gasped with disbelief. "Seriously? I didn't even say anything!"

"Yeah, well you don't need to sometimes, do you, Natalia? Sorry, my bad – Natasha."

She scoffed. "And that's why I didn't tell you about my name."

"Whatever."

She sighed deeply, as I rolled my eyes. Of course it would be a difficult trip.

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Not long after our little spat, Nat pulled up at a services station for a bathroom break. She really believed the whole world was still looking for her, which was probably true but she was too annoying right now for me to think anything other than she was being a little big headed, so she pulled on a beanie and tucked her hair into her jacket in a casual way.

"Meet you back at the car, I guess," she said, not looking me in the eye, before heading towards the services station.

I sighed, shaking my head. This was going to be one awkward trip if we couldn't resolve things now.

As I went for a quick bathroom break, I realised how harsh I had been earlier. We always did this – fight over stupid things, get under each other's skin – and it definitely wasn't the healthiest of relationships, but it was all we knew. But it didn't mean I couldn't make things right...

Hoping she'd accept my apology, I bought her some special chocolate-covered popcorn they were selling in the store and went outside with two bags of it in hand. I half expected Nat to have driven off out of spite, but she was still here, leaning against the the door and holding two coffee cups.

"Hey," she said when I stopped before her, straightening up. "I, er, got you a drink from the coffee shop. It's called Costa? I think it's their version of Starbucks."

I stifled a smile. "Yeah, something like that."

"It's one of their seasonal hot chocolates," she said, holding a cup towards me. "Chocolate Orange, I think."

I accepted the cup hesitantly. "Thank you... I, er, got you these." I held the popcorn towards her. "To make up for the ones I ate. And the ones I threw at you that you didn't get to eat."

She chuckled, accepting the bags and glancing down at them. "Thanks."

Neither of us said anything, but we both knew what we wanted to say. Expressing our feelings, good or bad, was never a strength of ours... but luckily enough, we knew each other well.

"It's okay," she said softly, pursing her lips and looking to me with reassuring eyes.

I nodded in agreement, shoulders relaxing at her words. "Yeah. It is."

She offered me a small, relieved smile, and that was enough before we got back into the car and made a start on finishing the rest of our journey.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Clint's Stray PT.2

a/n: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the support on part one of this story! I've been enjoying writing it and I have some exciting ideas for where it's going! Stay tuned, more chapter(s) coming this week!

Warnings: Mild Hawkeye spoilers nothing much.

Word count: 1667

Concept: You and Natasha go to Clint’s for Christmas and you meet the strays that Clint brought home. One, in particular, caught your eye.

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“Wake up sleepy heads! It’s Christmas! Barton made breakfast cmon get ready.” Nat says as she’s tapping you on the back.

You hear her feet as they walk out of the room only to open your eyes and find Kate cuddled up into your chest. Kate starts to come to and is startled awake when she realizes what she’s doing.

“So sorry about that I don’t know how or why it happened,” she says.

You can feel your face start to turn red from embarrassment and the fact that you definitely liked it. “No- no problem I should probably go get dressed, see you downstairs.” You say as you walk backwards practically stumbling out of her room.

You walk into your room to see a red-headed Russian sitting on your bed.

“So…” she says with one eyebrow raised.

“So what?” You say as you start to change.

“What was that little snuggle fest about?”

“Nothing, we just fell asleep next to each other.”

“Uh-huh. Because every time we fall asleep next to each other I’m also nose deep in your tits.” Nat says with a laugh.

“Okay okay, enough. We are just friends and were getting to know each other last night.” You say.

“Getting to know each other, yeah sure okay. Why don’t you just go for it? I can tell you’re clearly into her. And besides, I know you have a thing for badass women that are way cooler than you anyways.”

You turn and look at your best friend as she giggles and your jaw is on the ground. “Now what’s that supposed to mean?” You say in a demanding voice.

“Please, you practically bit your own tongue off when you first met my sister. Remember that?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. That’s in the past Nat.”

“Exactly. That’s why you should go for this!”

You and Yelena dated for 3 and a half years. She broke it off when she moved away for work and left Natasha to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. This was almost a year ago and you’ve been hurt ever since. However, every day you have gotten better and yesterday was one of the first times that you hadn’t thought about her. Maybe Natasha was right, maybe Kate is a good thing and will be a step in the right direction for moving on for good.

You’re all ready to go and you and Natasha walk downstairs. You see Kate sitting at the table and before you could make a choice, Nat took the seat at the opposite end of the table thus forcing you to sit next to Kate.

“I had a really fun time with you last night.” She says.

“Me too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

She smiled at you while she ate her pancakes. You continued to talk to Clint and his family while enjoying your Christmas breakfast. You felt Kate's leg brush up against yours and your eyes widened. It could mean absolutely nothing but it was there and you made sure to also apply a little pressure in return so she knew you were okay with it.

Everyone finished eating and then came the presents! Since you were a guest there wasn’t much for you but you more so enjoyed watching everyone else open theirs.

“Okay Kate, this one's for you,” Clint says handing her a big box.

“Awe guys you didn’t have to get me anything. You already let me live with you!” She says with a laugh.

“Please, this is the least we can do since you help out around here so much and put up with the kids.”

Kate gives them a smile as she begins to tear apart the wrapping paper.

“NO. WAY.” She says as she pulls out this weird looking object.

“What is it?” You ask.

“A COLLAPSIBLE BOW!” She says with the most excitement and glee in her voice.

Clint and Laura’s faces are lit up with smiles watching the overwhelming happiness unfold in the room.

“That’s pretty cool. I’ve never actually shot a bow and arrow before.”

“Oh my gosh, I have to teach you! We can go out back right now and do it.”

“Right now? Shouldn’t we finish watching everyone open the presents?” You say with a chuckle.

“Go, go, go have fun kids. Be careful with that thing. You’d be surprised how different it feels from a stationary one.” Clint says.

Kate practically races out the door with you following close behind.

“WOW. This thing is freakin awesome.” She says. “Okok come here, I already feel like you’re going to be a natural.”

She hands you the bow and shows you where to place your hands. To make it easier she comes up behind you and puts one hand on the one that’s holding the actual bow and the other on your arm as it pulls back the string. The feeling of her pressed up against your back and breathing down your neck was doing unspeakable things to you. You felt a heat start to burn in your stomach and the hair on the back of your neck rising.

“Okay y/n, you want to pull the string right about here. Once you have a feel for it and locked onto your target, release it.”

You take a deep breath, do as she says and let it fly. It landed surprisingly close to the centre of the target. About halfway between the edge and the bullseye.

“Wow! Y/n! That was great! You hit the target which is awesome. Some people don’t get it on the first try. And might I say, you look really good holding the bow.”

You can feel your cheeks getting flushed with red again from her compliments.

“Guess I’m just a natural.” You say throwing your hands up in the air. “By tomorrow I’ll be able to outshoot you.”

Kate just laughs and grabs the bow from you. “You wish y/l/n.”

Kate grabs three arrows and managed to hit three different targets in a row.

“That was hot.”

Kate turns around and looks at you as your eyes widen realizing that you somehow said that out loud? Why in God’s name did that come out verbally. That was an internal thought and definitely should not have been said out loud. She just sort of laughs at you while a fairly awkward smile appears on your face. Did she hear what you said? Is she ignoring what you said? Should you be concerned or relieved?

Kate didn’t say anything about your comment from earlier when you were outside shooting arrows. Enough time had passed that you are fairly certain she didn’t hear you completely clear. Kate was helping set the table while Clint and Laura were cooking in the kitchen and the kids were outside playing. You see Nat sitting on the couch and decide to join her for a minute.

“Soooo…how’s it going with *she nods her head in Kate’s direction*”.

“I accidentally said that she was hot when she was shooting arrows and I don’t even know if she heard me or not because she didn’t and still hasn’t said anything about it.” You say.

“Oh boy. Why’d you do that?”

“I don’t know! It literally just slipped out of my mouth. I have not been this nervous around a girl in a long time.”

“I’m telling you, just shoot your shot, I really do think she’s into you” Nat says as you look up towards the kitchen and lock eyes with Kate, she shoots you a smile and a little wave.

A noticeable smirk comes across your face.

“What..? Oh my god did she just smile at you and you’re turning bright red in the cheeks?”

“Shhhh shut up Nat you’re speaking really loudly.”

“I’m sorry I’m just excited for you! I’ve noticed you’ve had a really hard time ever since my sister and I want you to be happy too y/n.”

“Ok fine, I’ll talk to her. But at my own pace Nat, so stop pushing okay? It may be tonight, it may be tomorrow. It could even be next week. I just want to play it cool and plus I’m a guest in Clint’s home I don’t want to intrude in a bad way by flirting with what is essentially his adoptive daughter.”

“Y/n, she’s 22. She is a grown-ass adult, don’t worry about that. Besides I told Clint and he thinks it’s a great idea.”

You lightly smack Natasha on the arm. “NAT! You told Clint!”

“C’mon he’s my best friend…my other best friend and he won’t tell anyone.”

“You better be right because I swear-”

“DINNERS READY!” Clint screams as you see the kids running inside.

Tonight Kate sat across from you at the table and Nat next to you. You were all enjoying your meal when suddenly you feel someone lightly kick you under the table. You look up to see Kate smiling at you. Before you knew it the two of you were playing footsies under the table like a couple of teenagers. You felt like this was a pretty clear signal but honestly, it’s kind of hard to tell. One minute she’s slightly flirty and the next she’s treating you like you have no chance in hell in making it out of the friend zone.

After dinner was over and you were cleaning up the dishes with Natasha, Kate came over to you and asked you to meet her on the back porch once you were all done cleaning.

You shot Nat a look when Kate left because you could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You finish drying the dishes and head out to the back porch. Not seeing her at first, Kate pops out from the side of the house and grabs your hand.

“I have something really special I want to show you,” she says with a big grin. “Follow me.”

– End of Pt. 2 –

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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