#natasha romanoff hurt/comfort

[midastouch013]

Exes And Stomach Flus

Based on this request

Summary: You just came back from a horrible date, so what happens when you hear your ex throwing up on you way back.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Self-loathing (N). Break ups. Throwing up. Sick Nat

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The echoes of a disastrous date reverberated in your mind as you trudged through the walls of the avengers compound. The evening had been a train wreck, courtesy of a pick-me chick whose incessant need for validation grated on your last nerve.

The terrible evening was a stark reminder of why you had distanced yourself from the dating scene in the first place. But even as you tried to push the memories aside, thoughts of Natasha flooded your mind, bringing with them the pain of your breakup.

It had been months since Natasha ended things, leaving you with more questions than answers. There were no explanations, no closure—just a void where your relationship had once thrived. In the aftermath, you had retreated from the avengers, fearing having to see her, seeking solace in solitude as you tried to heal the wounds she left on you.

And so when you reached Natasha's door, yours just 3 more down, you hesitated. Sighing heavily, ready to go to your room and drown your sorrows with a bottle of wine.

You, however, stopped when a muffled sound caught your attention—a retching, guttural sound that sent a pang of concern through you and before you knew it, against your better judgment, your hand was knocking softly on her door.

"Natasha?" you called out, pushing the door open cautiously. The bed had been abandoned but the bathroom lights glowed, and the sight that greeted you was unexpected, yet strangely familiar. There she was, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, hunched over the toilet, a ghost of her usual composed self. The sound of her sickness echoed in the room, stark against the backdrop of her vulnerability.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "Hey," you murmured softly, approaching her side. "Are you okay?"

"I'll survive," she said cold and abrupt, although the weakness showed clearly

And that made you falter, feeling like an intruder in her space. The pain of being near her, yet so far from the intimacy you once shared, threatened to overwhelm you. You considered leaving, seeking solace in the company of someone—anyone—but the sight of Natasha's vulnerability rooted you to the spot.

"Nat," you murmured softly, torn between your desire to help and the ache in your heart. "Do you want me to get Clint or someone else?"

You were sure she'd ask for Clint, Wanda at the least, but Natasha's response was immediate, a desperate plea that cut through the air like a knife, a stark contrast to the previous response. "Please, don't leave me," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Nat-asha, I don't know if this is a good idea," you protested weakly, your heart torn between conflicting emotions.

And for the first time in the last few months, her eyes look up at yours with a silent plea in her eyes. A look you knew all too well—a silent request for comfort, for you to be there in her time of need.

Despite the turmoil within, your heart couldn't ignore the silent plea in Natasha's eyes, nor the desperation in her weakened voice as she begged you to stay.

“Please”

For what felt like an eternity, you battled with your own emotions, protesting weakly against the overwhelming urge to leave. But with each passing moment, Natasha's grip on your hand tightened, her silent plea resonating within you, until finally, with a heavy sigh, you relented.

"I'll stay," you whispered softly, the words barely above a breath, yet weighted with the depth of your emotions.

Natasha's relief was palpable, a flicker of gratitude shining in her eyes as she leaned into your touch. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the quiet of the room, the silence, not for long though, as she hunched over the toilet again.

As Natasha retched again, you winced in sympathy, a pang of sorrow tightening your chest. Without hesitation, you moved closer, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as she endured another wave of sickness.

"It's okay, Nat," you whispered softly, your voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of her distress. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

Natasha's only response was a weak nod, her grip on your hand tightening as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the pain etched on her features, there was a quiet determination in her eyes—a silent acknowledgment of your presence and the strength it brought her.

As the waves of nausea subsided, you helped Natasha to her feet, her body trembling with weakness. With careful movements, you guided her to the bathroom sink, supporting her as she rinsed her mouth and splashed water on her face.

"Can you stand?" you asked softly, concern lacing your voice, when you realised she had finished throwing up.

With a determined nod, Natasha attempted to rise, but her legs wobbled beneath her, threatening to give way. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, your arms wrapping around her waist to steady her.

"I've got you," you murmured reassuringly, your voice a gentle anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

Together, you guided Natasha to the sink, supporting her as she leaned against the counter. With trembling hands, you picked up the toothbrush, applying toothpaste with careful precision.

"Here, let me help," you offered, your touch gentle as you guided the brush along Natasha's teeth. With each stroke, you could feel the tension in her body easing, her breaths coming easier as the discomfort began to fade.

As you helped her rinse her mouth and splash water on her face, you couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability she displayed—the quiet strength that lay beneath her fragile exterior. She'd only ever shown you this few months after you started dating, and that was after you had admitted that you loved her.

With Natasha leaning against you for support, you guided her to the bedroom, your movements slow and deliberate. You helped her change into fresh clothes, your touch a silent reassurance of your presence.

You settled Natasha into bed, ensuring she was comfortable before taking your place on the opposite side, leaving a significant space between you.Then, in the stillness, you heard what seemed to be a small sniffle, followed by another. And another. And soon enough the sound of Natasha's silent tears filled the room. 

As Natasha's tears fell and she let out her first sob, something she never does, only ever silently crying, your concern intensified, your heart pounding with worry. "Nat, what's wrong?" you asked, your voice soft but urgent, reaching out to touch her trembling shoulder that faced away from you.

She recoiled slightly, as if your touch startled her, before finally turning around and meeting your gaze with eyes brimming with pain. "You… you'll hate me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own cries.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your own heartache mixing with concern for her. "Tasha, whatever it is, you can tell me," you urged gently, your voice tinged with worry.

“The reason-” she cracked, unsure of what to say, “The reason we broke up-” 

With a shaky breath, Natasha hesitated, her lips parting as if she struggled to find the right words. "It wasn’t you, it was me," she finally managed, her voice thick with emotion.

A surge of frustration and anger rose within you, the pain of her abrupt departure still fresh in your mind. "What do you mean, it's not me? You ended things without a word, Natasha!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion. "You left me without any explanation, and now you expect me to believe it's just you?"

As the words spilled from your lips, a torrent of hurt and betrayal and partially confused with why she was bringing it up in the first place, Natasha flinched, as if your words were a physical blow.

She let out a shaky breath.

"I felt unworthy… like all I could offer you was pain and darkness," she confessed, her voice trembling with self-condemnation. "I'm a monster, and you deserve so much more than that."

Natasha's confession struck you like a dagger, each syllable driving a wedge deeper into your heart. Your throat tightened with unshed tears as you listened to her unravel before you, her voice trembling with pain and anguish.

"I'm broken, Y/n," she choked out, her words a broken whisper against your chest. "I don't deserve your love... I don't deserve anyone's love."

Natasha's words hung heavy in the air, her words a painful echo of her inner turmoil, and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. The weight of her self-loathing bore down on you like a crushing weight, threatening to break you more than you were by the breakup. And as she broke down before you, her sobs echoing in the darkness, you knew that you couldn't let her face this pain alone.

With sure hands, you quickly gathered her into your arms, pulling her into your chest despite the resistance in her movements. She pushed against you with all her strength, her cries of anguish muffled against your shoulder as she tried to push you away. But you held on, refusing to let go, your grip firm and unwavering as she struggled against you.

With each push, each desperate attempt to break free, your heart broke a little more, the pain of her rejection cutting deep into your soul. But you refused to give up, your love for her outweighing the ache in your heart. And so you held her close, whispering soothing words into her ear as she fought against you, her cries growing louder with each passing moment.

But slowly, oh so slowly, the resistance began to fade, her struggles growing weaker as the tears continued to fall. And as she finally collapsed against you, her body trembling with exhaustion, you held her close, your arms a silent refuge in the midst of the storm.

Gently, you brushed the tears from her cheeks, your touch tender as you cradled her close.

"Nat," you began softly, your voice a soothing balm in the darkness. "You're not everything you claim to be."

With a shaky breath, you launched into a heartfelt monologue, your words pouring forth much like the contents of her breakfast, lunch and dinner, a few moments prior

"You're not a monster, Nat," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "You're one of the bravest people I know. You escaped the Red Room, survived it. When Clint and I gave you a chance, you took it, you took it and never looked back. You're not broken—you're a survivor."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you continued, recounting the countless moments of humor and warmth that Natasha brought into your life. From her dry wit to her fierce loyalty, each trait painted a picture of a woman far far far away from the despicable figure she saw herself as.

"And let's not forget how you save millions of people, on a weekly basis" you added, a note of pride in your voice. "You risk your life all the time, from stopping bombs from detonating to fighting aliens conjured by gods, and because of you, countless lives were spared. That's not the mark of a monster—that's the mark of a hero."

"And don't even get me started on the cute things you do," you teased gently, a playful twinkle in your eye. "Like the way you scrunch up your nose when you're concentrating, or the way you pretend to hate it when I steal the last slice of pizza. Those quirks, they make you who you are. They make you human."

Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Tasha, you deserve the world," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. 

"You in the months we were together made me the luckiest and happiest person in the world, just by being next to me. And no matter what lies in your past, no matter what mistakes you think you've made, I'll always see you for the incredible person you are."

Despite the tears still lingering in her eyes, Natasha couldn't help but chuckle at your words, a faint glimmer of light returning to her gaze.

Natasha's tear-stained eyes searched yours, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "You really think so?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," you replied, your own voice filled with conviction. "As a matter of fact, I know so"

She gave you a small smile which didn't last long as her stomach lurched again and she was scrambling out, from under the covers.

As Natasha rushed up from the bed, the urgency in her movements palpable, you couldn't help but spring into action once more. Hurrying after her, you offered your support, holding back her hair as she retched into the toilet once more. The sound tore at your heart, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of weakness.

Once she had finished, you helped her back to bed, guiding her gently until she was settled against the pillows. As she leaned back against you, her breathing labored, a moment of vulnerability passed between you, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"I still love you," Natasha whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the room.

You froze, her admission catching you off guard. "I… I just got back from a date," you stammered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

The hurt flickered in Natasha's eyes, a guardedness settling over her features once more. With a determined look, she tried to sit up, as if preparing to distance herself once more.

But you couldn't let her, you wouldn't. Without hesitation, you reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Nat, wait," you urged, your voice filled with urgency. "I'm… I'm still in love with you too."

And that seemed to click in her head as she relaxed in your arms again but a small tension lingered in the air, the weight of your admissions still hanging heavy between you. And, just as the silence threatened to become suffocating, you felt a spark of mischief flicker within you.

"Well, I suppose that's one way to get back with your ex," you quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

Natasha's chuckle was music to your ears, a soft melody that chased away the lingering tension in the room. "I guess you're right," she replied, her voice laced with amusement, before adding. "I'd kiss you right now if my mouth didn't taste of puke."

The humor in her words caught you off guard, a burst of laughter bubbling up from deep within you. "Well, that's a mood killer if I ever heard one," you joked, the laughter easing the weight from your shoulders.

And so, a toothbrush and paste later, you finally got to kiss the ruby red lips of the love of your life again. Knowing that it only got better from this.

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[ageofevermore]

ITS BRIGHTER NOW

SUMMARY — until you met your girls, you once believed love would be burning red, but it turns out, it’s everything in between, and that couldn’t be more golden. i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate, not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, i just think that you are what you love

PROMPTS — “sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you” & “will you stay with me?”

WARNINGS — mentions of battle, injury, anxiety, overall just fluff and comfort for arguably the best avengers and their girlfriend

Like every relationship, yours has its ups and downs. Although most times, you’re met with nothing but outstanding partners who try their absolute hardest to maintain open communication and boundaries, they’re still human, and Avengers, and while some consider that a fairytale circumstance, not many stop to think about how challenging it can be at its worst moments. Not many people, or any at all who aren’t in the lifestyle or one similar, think about how they’re gone for days at a time, sometimes weeks or months if it’s an undercover mission, and how when they finally do get back, they’re never the same as how they left. But honestly, how could they be? They’ve done things no average citizen would ever be expected to do, seen things and handled situations that are dangerous and traumatizing, and just like anyone else, those things haunt them. Wanda is better about unpacking those skeletons in her closet then Natasha is, but the both of them take things personally, and if things go south, it’s never good.

Both of your girlfriends had been gone from the compound for days. They’d been called out to an active Hydra base in Russia, and three days later, things had gone south and they’d been in active combat since. You didn’t talk to them much, with battles and timezones and everything else that got in your way, but you had heard through the grapevine that Wanda was pretty banged up and Natasha had been left with no choice but to shoot to kill after a particularly gruesome fight. Hearing that never got any easier, especially when they were halfway across the world and had no idea when they’d return. It was missions like these that made you yearn for a simpler life. One where Wanda was an artist, Natasha probably took up something flexible like tattooing, and you did literally anything else to just have some peace and quiet and promised safety.

You had met Natasha first, after Maria recruited you to join Shield. She had been skeptical of you, as she was of everyone, but you broke down her walls as easily as you’d picked the lock to Clint’s farm the one time you were placed on a strike mission together. She had been hurt pretty badly, and his farm was the closest place to land. That had been an interesting day, no thanks to your girlfriend who was draped across your arm with a shallow bullet wound and a startled Laura who was screeching about blood on her new couch. Things with Clint were still chaotic as ever, but he eventually got over you busting his brand new lock, and the two of you joked about it now, although now you had a key so no locks had to be busted in the event of an unplanned visit happening again. When you met Wanda, she fell into your dynamic easily, and at first, neither you nor Natasha had realized that you’d kind of adopted her as a third girlfriend until a drunken night when she ended up in your bed and never left. Now, sleeping without them is hard, but you’re forced to manage as best as you can, seeing as you don't really have much of a choice.

It was going onto the sixth night without them home when you finally retired from the couch, and decided to head to bed, figuring that at two in the morning there was no chance of them coming back until the next morning at the earliest. It was hard enough when one of them was on an active mission with no return date, but when both of them were gone, it truly felt like your heart was missing from your chest and you were just going through the motions and holding your breath until they got back. Most people only had one person to worry about, but having two people to lose, with jobs in this line of work, you felt like you were always looking over your shoulder and expecting the worst. As often as they could, your girlfriends declined missions together, even though they felt comfortable on the battlefield together and it was a comfort to not be alone, but neither one of them wanted to risk not coming home to you. They didn’t have a choice this time, so reluctantly they packed up their duffles and headed for the quinjet, with a kiss on your head and a promise that they would fight to come home to you, that they would try to make it back. There were still two mugs of tea on the countertop in the mini kitchen, and although it was disgusting and the tea had gone bad, you couldn’t bring yourself to clean them up. If that was the last thing they ever touched with you, when they were just Wanda and Natasha and not Avengers, you wanted the picture of mismatched mugs burned into your eyelids for the rest of your life. They deserved to be remembered as real, genuine, soft and stubborn, sometimes infuriating but lovable and loved people, not just heroes who had a cause when things went south.

You tossed and turned for probably an hour, groaning in annoyance for how empty your bed felt without them. How had you gotten so attached? That was the one thing you’d tried your hardest not to do when you got into this, and yet here you are, in Natasha’s t-shirt and Wanda’s panties, unable to sleep because the bed feels too cold and the walls feel too big and the room feels too empty and your heart feels misplaced. You’d heard somebody say love is golden once, not burning red, and you’d never understood that until a moment like this a few years ago, when Natasha left for the first time and you were utterly alone in the tower. They were golden, they were light, they were pouring rain in the middle of the day with the sun shining and not a cloud in sight, and they are the best moments of your life that you wish you could frame in a moving picture, because no, a picture can’t say a million words when it’s them. You need every word in the dictionary and then some. You will never be able to elaborate on how much you love them without falling short, and feeling like there's still so much you could’ve said. Everything felt so gray without them. It had to be after three in the morning when you finally fell asleep, probably closer to four, but you didn’t think about how long you’d been waiting up for them, just flopped onto your back and sprawled out like a starfish, and let sleep take over so you could have a few hours without consciously missing them. Missing them was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’re pulled from your sleep by hushed voices and a door closing, convinced that the hinges are louder at inappropriate times just to spite you. You try to ignore it at first, finally in a comfortable position and getting some rest after a long day of running trials with Cho, but the noises persist despite your displeasure. A sound between a groan and a whine is extracted from your chest when something bumps into the bed, and any thought of going back to sleep leaves your mind. Unlike your girlfriends who can sleep through a natural disaster and fall asleep again if god forbid it wakes them up, once your eyes open you’re awake for the day, and it seems like this is where your day starts.

Although with blurred vision from the very few hours of sleep in your eyes, you’re able make out Wanda hunched over the bed, grasping at her side that is noticeably bloody, while Natasha is digging through the drawers to your left probably attempting to find a loose fitting top for Wanda to change into. All exhaustion leaves your body at the sight of them, and you spring up, rubbing your eyes with a wince as they burn in disagreement with your current state of consciousness. Wanda’s head snaps up, on high alert, but she forces her shoulders to relax when she realizes that it’s just you and not a threat.

“Sorry, we didn’t want to wake you.” She apologizes weakly, through clenched teeth and apparent sleepiness. You wonder when the last time they got a decent amount of rest, when they weren’t looking over their shoulders in paranoia or tossing and turning in pain from an injury that couldn’t be properly treated, but you force yourself to not dwell on it too much. You can’t change the past, and neither can they, all that matters is how they recover, and how they need you to help them heal from everything they were exposed to while in Russia. You’re the clean up, another factor that nobody considers while talking about how romantic and protected you must feel having two superheroes as partners. If anything, you feel more exposed. Like all eyes are on you and a monster is always lurking in the room over.

“No, no that’s okay. I only went to sleep a few hours ago, anyway. Here.” You know that the shirt Natasha is probably looking for is the one currently on your body, and you offer it to Wanda with no hesitation, already making a b-line for her when she just barely has the strength to reach for it herself. You pull the bloodied top over her head gently, thankful that the blood it’s soaked with is dry, and her wound is covered in gauze, meaning they’d probably stopped by the medbay before they made their way in here. “A little banged up, aren’t you?” You comment, although it's rhetorical and you know she won’t tell you how it happened just yet. That usually comes a few days after the mission, when the trauma isn’t so fresh and they’re not still on edge that something else is coming for them. You help her out of her pants as well, thanking Natasha when she hands you a fresh pair of undergarments to pull up Wanda’s legs before you even have to ask.

“We’re still in one piece.” Natasha promises, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. She’s tense all over, but she does her best to relax as she holds you, grounding herself in the moment and not the nightmares that have been going around in circles in her mind since getting on the quinjet to come home. “We missed you.” She kisses the skin beneath your ear, lingering for a few seconds before she untangles herself completely and gets ready for bed herself.

“That’s all that matters.” You reassure her, pecking Wanda’s lips gently, knowing she doesn’t have the energy or the strength to match any moment of passion right now. It’s not something that bothers you, maybe it used to, just the slightest bit, but it’s a routine you’re used to now. “I missed you too.”

“I told Steve we’re not taking any missions for a while. Especially not together.” Natasha hands you another one of her tops to slip into, and watches you throw Wanda’s bloodied one into the garbage beside your vanity. She won’t wear it again, not when it’s got so much history now, even if you could get the blood stain out. Again, it’s a routine you’ve found comfort in. The clothes they return home in almost always end up in the garbage, no time for working through PTSD that’s stitched into the fabric when you can just get something new to start fresh in.

“That’s good. I heard from Maria how tough this one was. I don’t know if I slept much the first few days.” You hate to worry them, or make them feel bad, but they hate when you’re not honest with them, and there’s nothing any of you can do about them being sent out on missions, so it’s not like you’re haroboring negative feelings toward them directly, which they understand, but your girlfriends do a great job of beating themselves up about certain things out of their control, this being one of them.

“Or at all. We still have cameras, you know.” Natasha muses, thoroughly amused when you turn a deep shade of crimson and kick Wanda’s discarded pants up toward her. Your other girlfriend, who has been noticeably quiet through the entire exchange, is curled up in bed, looking unbothered by the conversation but intent on finally getting some sleep in her own bed without the possibility of being blown to bits by the enemy.

“Spying on me, are you Romanoff?” You tease, shutting all the drawers Natasha left open and picking up all of her discarded clothes to throw them in the bin as well. She thanks you silently with her eyes that are practically bleeding with pain and adoration, but you don’t say anything. This is the least you can do for them right now.

“Gotta keep an eye on my girl.” Although it’s an easy statement, you know that it’s riddled with nothing but genuine anxiety. Both of your girlfriends are worrywarts when it comes to leaving you alone, for any amount of time but especially undetermined chunks like this mission, and although its heartwarming to be so cared for, it breaks your heart to know that they have valid reasons to be afraid. Another thing nobody even considers when they make comments toward your relationship. Wanda makes a huffing sound beside Natasha and both of your lips twitch in amusement, “On one of my girls, sorry, malysh.”

“You both should get some rest.” You comment, seeing that almost an hour has passed since they stumbled in. You won’t be able to fall asleep again, and even if you could, you’re apprehensive to crawl into bed with Wanda and accidentally hurt her more, so you have all intentions of wishing them a goodnight and going to finally clean up the mugs of tea that are resting on the counter.

“Where are you going?” Natasha wonders, watching you closely, like she’s scared that you’re going to fall apart right in front of her. You hate these moments, when they’re first getting back and they still feel like they’re stranded in a battlefield. It takes days to get back to some kind of normalcy without walking on eggshells, and by that time, they’re usually cleared to start training again and working their strength up for the next mission. One day, you just want to be done, but they’re not ready yet and that's okay.

“To clean up the tea mugs you left before you went. I didn’t have the heart to clean them up, in case…” You train off, but Natasha knows what you’re going to say and her face sinks even deeper.

“In case we didn’t come back.” She finishes your thought, hand rubbing Wanda’s back now that the woman is on her belly, seeking pressure against her wound that’s probably aching beneath the gauze. She shouldn’t be putting any pressure on it, but you’re not about to scold her right now. She needs to be comfortable, any torn stitches can easily be mended tomorrow morning when she’s well rested.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, releasing the tension that gathered in your shoulders at the simple thought of losing them. They’re okay this time, you can let go of all that pent up anxiety and dread for the time being. But it crosses your mind that there's always next time, and they might not get so lucky.

“Will you stay with me? Please?” Wanda asks, voice muffled by the pillow her face is pressed into, her arms beneath her head as she gives Natasha full access to her back, and the aching muscles that have probably been pulled a couple thousand times since leaving. Natasha works harder at releasing some of that tension, looking at you with broken eyes that you can’t say no too. Your worries are squandered when Wanda speaks again, lifting her head just enough to be able to see your face, peering into your eyes with a passion and seriousness that burns you inside. “You won’t hurt me, stop thinking that. I just want to hold my girl.”

“Ahem.” Natasha clears her throat, and Wanda lets the slightest smile pull her tired lips upward.

“One of my girls, sorry, detka.” She apologies before dropping her face back into the pillow, tightening her grip on it when Natasha hits a sore spot in her back. The redhead keeps at it, knowing how easily the Sokovian can pull her muscles when she’s lifting heavy things with just her tendrils.

“Are my thoughts that loud?” You ask meekly, abandoning your intention of straightening up the kitchen and instead coming closer to the end bed, still without pants and just Natasha’s shirt that hangs to your mid thigh.

Natasha stops rubbing Wanda’s back in order to grab at your thighs and pull you closer, rubbing the skin of your legs the same way she had been rubbing Wanda’s back. Though she’ll never admit it, you and Wanda have a sneaking suspicion her love language is physical touch, and that just maybe, physically feeling you both silences her anxieties over you just disappearing from her. Whatever her reason, neither of you protest, and admittedly crave her touch by the end of the night when you crawl into bed.

“Mhmm, I promise I’m okay. Doesn’t really hurt anymore, s’just sore.” She promised, sounding half asleep the longer she lays, adjusting her head so her neck is turned toward both you and Natasha, but her eyes are closed, a content smirk on her lips that only grows bigger when she hears you sigh your agreeance and then feels the bed dip with your weight as you climb into bed.

“Lay your ass down, or I’m gonna fall asleep sitting up.” Natasha scolds, playfully slapping your ass as you crawl over her and into the center of the bed, which is no longer warm from your body. You settle in between them, humming contently when Wanda loops an arm around your waist and then Natasha pulled you into her chest, your legs intertangling messily beneath the sheets.

“I missed this. I can’t sleep when you’re gone, everything feels so empty.” You admit, letting your eyes close even if you’re going to have a few hours of painful silence and stillness before you can even consider actually falling asleep.

Natasha presses her lips into your head and Wanda tightens her arm around your middle, neither saying anything, but not having to as their words and their presence says it all. Surprisingly, you fall asleep in minutes, and not a single one of you wakes up for the next ten hours, desperately needing the rest all together again.

[smalls-words]

No Pants and Breakfast?

Summary: Natasha comes to annoy you again. Or does she?

Pairings: Devil!Natasha!Romanoff x Fem!Detective!Reader, Peggy x Reader (daughter/mother), Maze x Peggy (growing friends).

Warnings: Flustering and touching, mentions of touch deprivation and a love of hugs.

A/N: The first drabble for the Devil of My Word series! Last thing on my list to write for before this weekend :)

*gif not mine*

With another day on the horizon, you were already off to a fantastic start as Natasha showed up at your doorstep. 

“Natasha.” You sighed, still feeling like it was too early in the morning.

“Good morning, Detective.” She grinned, noticing your sleep shirt and lack of pants within the summer day. 

“Natasha!” Peggy came running in from her bedroom, all dressed and ready to go.

“Baby, baby, baby. Mama has had a really long night.” You chuckled softly. “Could we keep the noise down a bit?”

“Sorry, Mama.” Peggy smiled, hugging you before going back to Natasha. 

“Is Maze here?”

Natasha nodded and pointed to the door. “Right outside for you, little sh… sugar plum fairy.” She caught herself, chuckling when she saw your evil eye.

“Okay! Bye Mama, bye Natasha!” She giggled, running out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Natasha wore a bright grin and took off her suit jacket. Underneath, a beautiful white long-sleeve shirt showed off her shoulders and overall stature as she walked closer to you. 

“Come on, now, dear - don’t be shy. What’s all this tiredness about?” She asked with a smirk.

“Shy? You think I’m shy?” You retorted as you put some bread in the toaster.

“Well, if you're not shy, what are you?” She said with a smirk as she was taking a sip from your coffee.

You glared at her briefly before taking your coffee back, noticing her hand coming to your waist but too tired to actively stop it. “I’m a brilliant detective, that’s what.” 

“And why is that?” She queried, stepping close enough to have her hand fall to your lower back and slowly rub her thumb along your skin.

“Look at my track record and you’ll see. Minus the Palmetto incident.” You chuckled lightly.

All of a sudden, you wore a grin. It surprised Natasha, but that surprise grew when your hand moved to her waist too, fingers creeping underneath the hem of it to feel her perfect and warm skin.

“Why don’t you be a good detective and tell me what you’re feeling, then?” She smirked, leaning a bit over you.

“Why don’t I be a great detective and tell you what you’re feeling?” You quipped.

With your pants-less body near hers, she took a chance. “Alright then. Go for it.” 

You studied her body language for a definitive twenty seconds before smirking. “Elevated heart rate, slight clamminess to your hand on my back. Tinge of red in the outer lines of your cheeks, just... here.” You lightly touched the spot just in front of her ear, on her cheek.

“Not to mention the fact that you're leaning in, trying to avoid and possibly even ignore the flustered feeling in your chest... Am I wrong?”

When you saw redness bloom across her face, you cackled cheekily and jumped out of her arms, pointing at her. “Aha! You are flustered! Oh, it feels so good to be on the other end of it!”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Ha ha. Come on, get it all out.” 

You teased her for a few more seconds before your giggling was interrupted by the toast popping, leaning slightly to get the hot toast onto the plate. Then, as if Dad was listening to Natasha’s thoughts, she noticed the curvature of your chest move forward slightly.

*No bra, no pants…* She thought to herself, grinning as she caught you mid-spin and held your chin. 

“That was damn fine detecting, Y/N. What do I owe you for winning?” She purred, leaning in towards you.

But cheeky little you put a finger to her lips, stopping her from moving closer. “A drink, because I haven’t had one all week since you went on your miniature holiday.” 

At her confusion, you rolled your eyes playfully and stepped away from her hold. “You don’t remember me telling you? I’m only comfortable drinking alcohol around you.” 

“Ah, yes, now I remember.” Her heart warmed as she spoke, her mind making sure to solidify that note in her memory.

As you walked around the kitchen to prepare yourself some breakfast of fried eggs on toast, you began anew. “So, what brings you to find me this early in the morning?”

“Well, after the holiday, I realised something. I… missed you.” She murmured.

“Aww. That’s sweet.” You cooed teasingly, cracking another two eggs and putting some more bread in the toaster.

As she circled the counter and her hand came on top of yours, you stopped. You could feel her eyes shut as she hugged you by the waist, leaning her chin on your shoulder. 

“Natasha?” You murmured. “Are you feeling okay?” 

She paused. “It’s… It’s just been a while since I last saw you. I wanted to talk to you, or even if I couldn’t do that, I wanted to see you.”

“It’s been a week and a bit.” You replied, confused whilst you turned off the stove. 

You turned around slowly and saw her dejected face. “Oh, Natasha, I… I didn’t know… You’re touch deprived?” 

She hid her face in shame, wanting to remark your detective skills again, but you pulled her back by the softest touch on her cheek. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, I completely understand. I was the same before Steve and Peggy came into my life.”

Her eyes met yours and you smiled warmly. “Do you want a hug-?” You were cut off by her immense, beefy arms wrapping under yours and holding you close.

“I haven’t been hugged in so long.” She whispered by your ear and you tightened your hold on her slightly.

“Oh, Natasha…” You cooed, rubbing your hand along her back before she flinched when your hand went higher.

She melted into your embrace when you adjusted and kept your hand only on the lower half of her back, avoiding her wings’ scars. 

You pulled away from the hug as you heard the toaster pop again. You gently kissed her cheek and slipped out of her arms, her eyes taking in how graceful and quiet you walked. “Want some?”

She nodded and waited patiently for you to plate her some breakfast, two fried eggs and two toasts. “It looks wonderful, Y/N. Thank you.” 

You smiled dearly at her, your head tilted slightly. “You’re welcome. Now eat up - we have a case to get to by noon.” 

[scarletwidowsbaby]

Don’t Knock It Till You Try It

Summary: A girls day and night might just push you in the right direction.

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Suddenly abusive relationship, toxic lover, Nat is your safety net, sexual suggestion. 

A/N - My first fic! Pls tell me if it’s good :)

*gif credits to owner*

After another restless night of arguing with your boyfriend, you woke up to a flurry of messages from your best friend, Natasha Romanoff. Before the Snap occurred, she had found you trying to help trapped civilians in a fire using your teleportation, but she managed to catch you as you fell unconscious out of a window. 

Since then, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. She had her lows, as did you, and it only helped you see her as human as yourself. However, when you went out together, you watched her flirtation skills show off as she always ended up with a girl to take home, sometimes even two.

And sometimes, a tiny little voice in the back of your head wished she would take you home. 

But when that voice came, so did another. Your boyfriend, Jake, who really was a sweet guy… except for when he was drunk. Or angry. Or hungry, tired, and any number of the infinite reasons he used to spout out hate at you.

“Y/N, why don’t you ever dress like these girls? You’d look so much hotter.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m going out with some workmates. Wanna come? …Of course you’re not coming. You just lay around here all day whilst I go pay our rent.” 

He’d touch you when you didn’t want to be touched, and he wouldn’t touch you when you did. Sexually and non-sexually. Sometimes you were feeling down and just needed a hug, but he would say you were being too clingy. 

So basically, he’s an asshole.

You got dressed and soon visualised the compound in your mind, reopening your eyes to be standing in the kitchen as Natasha was making toast on eggs. She turned around and you always wondered why she was never startled by your appearances, instead choosing to smile at you.

“Hey, you. You didn’t answer my messages.” 

“Thought I’d come and answer them in person.” You smiled widely.

She explained that she wanted to go out today with someone - that someone being you, preferably - and she just wanted to forget about her Avenger duties for a moment. Of course, you decided to go with her and she led you to her room where she offered some of her clothes.

You changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a rock band shirt before taking the zip-up jumper from her, your senses tingling at the scent of her perfume. She even handed over one of her favourite pairs of shoes, second only to her combat boots she was currently lacing up, before she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Go to the garage, FRIDAY will lead you to my car.” Her voice muffled through the door and you did just as told, walking all the way to a stunning car you recognised.

“A Corvette Stingray…” You muttered, tempted to run your hand over the side of the bonnet to follow the streak of orange on black.

The lights flashed and you looked up, seeing the set of keys dangling from Natasha’s grip. “Let’s go.” 

The drive was easy, listening to anything but the news, which included her recent experiences in dating. She had already told you about her failed relationship with Maria, the only culprit to their star-crossed love being that they spent too much time apart and the spark fizzled out. Then she tried with Wanda, but the witch was too attached to the red-tinged toaster.

“I’m sorry. You’ll find a girl that fits you one day.” You comforted her gently by a hand on top of the gear shift, which her own rested upon.

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” She replied with a smirk, turning the car into a shopping centre parking lot.

You both wandered around, continuing to talk about anything and everything whilst you shopped. Natasha even insisted on buying you some things that she thought looked stunning on you, involving Jake into the conversation of beauty wherever she could so as to not let you think she liked you.

Even if she did.

A lot.

For you see, Natasha had never told you a lie except twice. Maria and her relationship failed not only because of distance, but because Maria wasn’t blind. Neither was Wanda - for Pete’s sake, she was a mind reader! Natasha’s daydreams were a real buzzkill when it came to making out in a darkened meeting room. 

So, she stuck to pining after you. It sucked to watch you and Jake at parties or having dinner dates where she’d try and find someone on Tinder, but her attention was always on you.

“Natasha, I can’t keep taking your so-called ‘gifts’. This is too much!” You chuckled nervously as she walked you out of the lingerie store.

“Oh, please. I’ve barely made a dent in the fortune Stark gave me before he isolated himself.” She rolled her eyes, keeping both her bags and yours in her grip.

You had to calm yourself when you saw her beefy biceps flex.

“So what are you doing tonight?” She asked as you approached the car.

You sighed. “Jake’s got a boys night, so I was just thinking of staying at home-”

After dumping the bags in the boot, Natasha’s finger came to rest on your lips. “Nope. You’re coming to my place.” 

Your eyes bulged. “You have a place outside of the compound?!” 

She nodded, making you face-palm. “Don’t worry about it, malyshka. Not many people think Avengers have lives outside of Avenger-ing. Hell, I’ve had to explain to the last five failures that I actually have a loft in Queens, a motorcycle without my hourglass, and that I like James Bond.” 

You hid your blush well at the nickname Natasha had bestowed upon your first meeting, something of which you had never deciphered. Instead, you let her drive back to her place before helping you up to the loft, carrying every single bag even if you tried to steal them from her.

When she opened the dark oak door with her retinal scan and voice, you should have known how high-tech and sleek it would be. The ceiling rose to fit a staircase and a bedroom above, including an ensuite, whilst the kitchen, living room, TV and balcony all sat on the lower level.

“Natalia. Alianovna. Romanova.” You turned to her and used her name the scanner had muttered, watching her lips form into her signature smirk.

“Thought I’d finally bring you by. Serves you right for trying to stay in your tiny one-bed one-bath apartment.” She sneered, a raised eyebrow enticing you to step closer and smack her shoulder.

“As far as I can see, this is also a one-bed one-bath.” You remarked, beginning to sort through the bags to find what was yours and what was hers.

Afterwards, you went to the toilet before reappearing in the middle of the loft, noticing how Natasha paced whilst texting on her phone.

“What’s wrong?” You of all people knew the signs of worry on her face - a single crease in her brows, thin lips, a tight jaw.

“Carol and Rhodey are in town and they want to have a face-to-face talk.”

“Oh.” 

At your dejected tone, Natasha looked up to see you fiddling with the zipper of her jacket. She pocketed her phone and immediately walked over to you, hugging you softly. “I’m sorry, malyshka. I promise we can hang out tomorrow, okay?”

You nodded into her shoulder before Natasha pulled away quickly. “Wanna help me pick an outfit?”

She grabbed your hand before you could say no and dragged you upstairs, your eyes flitting over the queen mattress with dark grey sheets and black pillows, a few books on the nightstand that were accompanied by a glass half-empty of water.

“You sit still and look pretty on the bed whilst I change in my bathroom.” She stated as she grabbed some clothes from her cupboard and made her way into the ensuite.

Outfit after outfit she came out, but she should have known you wouldn’t be a great help because you liked them all. Eventually, she went with a set of civilian-style clothes, much like the ones on your body. By now, you were actually quite comfortable in the bed and had tucked yourself underneath, the sheets enveloping you in your own warmth scented by Natasha’s clothes still on you.

“So how are you and Jake?” She asked you through the mirror as she began to apply her makeup.

Your slow reply made her mascara application wait until her stare drew an answer out of you. “We’re okay.”

“Okay? Y/N, you told me within the first week of meeting him that you wanted to marry him.” She teased, turning her focus back to her makeup.

“I know, but he’s just… he’s different now. He’s fun and witty and friendly… when he’s sober…” You trailed off as you took off the jumper, folding it neatly to your side before you relaxed into Natasha’s sheets.

“Don’t tell me he hits you.” The Widow’s face fell flat and you shook your head.

“No, never. Not even when we’re doing it. But that’s the thing - he doesn’t touch me anymore. No hugs, no kisses, nothing. And his voice is-is sharper, his tone is darker… He’s just an asshole now.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to remember the nicer parts of your relationship.

Natasha’s brush stopped moving in her hand as she was almost finished, applying the smaller details. “Correct. Now, if only you just dated-”

“-Dated women, I know. I still don’t think I’m into girls though.” 

The light behind your eyelids dimmed slightly and you opened them to see Natasha leaning over you, her right hand sliding on top of your left whilst the fingers on her left tucked your chin into her grip perfectly.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, malyshka.” She husked.

You finally breathed after Natasha went back into her ensuite to tidy up, watching you from time to time as you got your breath back.

“Now I know why you use that move so often. Damn, Nat, your Widow skills are good!” You chuckled nervously.

Nat. Not Natasha, or even Natalia. The Russian knew that word and synonymised it with the friend zone, making her heart sink behind the thousands of masks upon her face.

“Well, I’ll be back around 11pm. Please don’t stay up late eating ice-cream out of the tub. In fact, I’ll order you something. What do you want?” She pulled out her phone and you grinned at her.

“Pizza.” 

She rolled her eyes and moved back to you, giving you a gentle hug. “One Y/N special coming right up.” 

She left after placing a small kiss on your forehead, something she rarely did because of her height but with you on the low bed it was easy. It felt easy too, almost like second nature. Giving you gifts and giving you touch, doing things for you and spending time with you made her day. It was her way of saying ‘i love you’ without even saying it.

Because she knew that if you rejected her, she would never recover.

When Natasha returned to the loft with most of the lights out, she placed her bag and keys on the bench next to your empty pizza box. She took off her shoes before climbing the stairs, her heart exploding as she saw you.

Lying in her bed, in her clothes. 

You looked at peace as you held the black pillow in your grip comfortingly, a grip she knew that meant more than words could say. Your hair fell loosely over your head and face, the swirls reminding her of ocean waves. She gently knelt down in front of you and carefully moved the loose strands away from obstructing your face.

“Krasivaya malyshka. (Beautiful baby.)” She whispered before kissing your nose, making her way to her ensuite to remove her makeup.

You stirred as the phantom touch on your nose drifted away, the light of the ensuite making you squint to see Natasha’s figure. Her shirt and pants removed themselves to reveal the dark red lace set she had bought, yet you didn’t know it was for you. You blushed softly as you admired her before a pair of silk shorts and an ex-Thor shirt covered her back up.

You easily closed your eyes again as she turned around, her focus not quite on you as she turned out the light and stood by the bed. On one hand, she really wanted to sleep next to you, to feel your comfort within the night. On the other, she didn’t want to push any boundaries and possibly break the amazing friendship you had.

So, you did it for her. 

You sighed out and sat up slowly, looking at her with your weary eyes. “Tasha?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Hi, malyshka.” She cooed.

Oh, how she loved that nickname. Out of all of the creative ones you’d given her, that one was her favourite. To you, Tasha meant safety, Tasha meant comfort. Tasha wouldn’t yell at you if you forgot something, nor would she starve you of hugs when you were on your period.

Tasha meant… everything.

“What are you doing standing there?” You looked up at her in a way that Natasha could only describe as the cutest thing on Earth.

“What do you mean?”

“Hurry up and get in here before my sleep is screwed.” You grumbled, lying back down and cuddling the black pillow.

She smirked at your sleepy antics before climbing into the bed on the other side, noticing how close your warm body was to her. She wanted to get impossibly closer, to wrap you in her so that you could never leave, but that was crossing a line.

Instead, she watched your sleeping form turn over and face her, a long exhale indicating how far into your sleep you were, which was very. She watched you slowly discard the black pillow but you still fidgeted in your sleep, which began to disrupt her attempts.

She gently pushed at your ribs, encouraging your unconscious form to flip over. Then, she moved underneath the blankets until her chest pressed against your back completely, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Easy, malyshka…” She cooed, letting her hands dance up and down your forearm in a soothing motion until the creases in your brows flattened out.

Your hands soon held her arms loosely and she smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck before she closed her eyes, her dreams filled with infinite scenarios just like that one.

When you woke up by the brightness of the sun, you were surprised to see a mess of red and bleach blonde hair in front of you, the body it was attached to facing away from you. Through the sleeping shirt that had been pulled tight from Natasha’s movements, you could see her defined muscles and could only imagine the warmth they radiated.

*Just a simple touch…* Your heart begged, but your mind knew better.

You stood out of the bed and looked down at yourself, moving to the bathroom to have a shower before your phone rang loudly from downstairs. You teleported down in an effort not to wake Natasha, but the Widow was awake as soon as you decided to stand.

“Hi, Jakie.” You yawned, rubbing your tired eyes.

“Where the hell are you?! The apartment’s a mess!” 

“I’m at Natasha’s. We had a girls day.”

“Girls day? GIRLS DAY?! Are you fucking with me right now?!”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Jake, it was just a nice day, like yours I bet. How are Daniel and Scott anyway?”

“I don’t know!”

“Didn’t you hang out with them?”

“Just get home! Now!” 

“I’m not ready to come home yet, just give me an hour.” You grumbled, not noticing how Natasha stood at the base of the stairs with anger boiling her veins.

How dare this man treat you like shit? You were a beauty in her eyes, one that deserved to be treasured, not berated. She watched as your generally happy state was chipped away by the chiselling words of an insecure man, to the point where she came up behind you and took your phone.

“Hey-” 

You knew only one thing that happened in the next five seconds, and that was the fact that Natasha hung up on Jake on your phone before grabbing hers to send him the very thoughts on her mind.

You just placed a hand on her forearm before she hit send, and the bubble would have been huge if you hadn’t stopped her.

“Please stop. This isn’t your battle.” You muttered, but she shook you off.

“Like hell it isn’t.” She spat, sending the message.

“Natasha, I asked you nicely.”

“Yeah?! And is he nice to you?!” 

You stepped back at her yelling. “Natasha, don’t yell, please.” 

She took a deep breath and apologised softly. “I- I can’t keep doing this anymore, Y/N.”

“What thing?” You asked.

Natasha laughed sadly at your furrowed eyebrows that, more often than not, displayed confusion. “My moves! I buy you lingerie, I offer you my bed when you’re sad or tired, I get you food because I want you to eat.”

“You’re my friend, Natasha. Friends do those sorts of things.” You tried to explain, but you weren’t sure if it was to her or to yourself.

“Do they? Do they really? Does a friend ogle her best friend when she tries on the most stunning dark red two piece I’ve ever seen? Does she blush when she speaks her mother tongue?” She stepped towards you, her hands falling into a similar position as the previous night.

“Does she melt into her best friend’s touch? Does she freeze when she is just millimetres from her lips?” 

You fell silent and looked down, but Natasha’s hand held your jaw tightly and almost forced you to look at her. “Hm? Does she? Answer me, Y/N.” 

“No.” You squeaked a whisper, rose dotting your cheeks as you admitted your little crush.

Natasha chuckled gravelly, a flirting technique you’d heard her use many times before. “Then what do we do?”

She was waiting for you. 

You didn’t know what to do. 

You became a stuttering mess and Natasha realised she was pushing you too far. She took a step back and apologised gently, still intent on making you breakfast.

“Do you want eggs and bacon or french… toast…” She trailed off as she stood up, not seeing you anywhere.

You’d left.

You shouldn’t have.

Jake was furious and when you appeared in the living room that doubled as a kitchen and dining room, he marched over to you. “Where the fuck have you been?!”

“I told you, at Natasha’s.” You mumbled.

“Why are the dishes not done?! Why does the laundry stink?! Why is there rubbish and junk and-” He picked up an empty beer bottle, one that he had drunk two nights ago, and threw it against the wall.

“Why are you so useless?!” 

He looked down at your shaking form, a few shards of glass in your cheek and particularly near your eye, and he liked it. He always had, but you’d never noticed. Control was what he craved, and he had it with your sweet soul. 

Trusting him to hold your drink at a bar, but you didn’t think about it when you saw it fizz.

Letting him have a bruising grip on your side when you were in public, but he always apologised. 

Everything slotted into place, and you disappeared.

Natasha paced around as she struggled on deciding who to call, only for a sniffle to come from above her. She raced upstairs and saw her ensuite door open, your whole body shaking as it rested on the toilet seat.

“Y/N?” She asked gently, returning her pillow-covered gun. 

“Y/N, sweetness, are you okay?”

She stepped in and saw the four trails of blood down your cheeks stained with tears, another tear when you’d squint and a cry when the pressure on your wounds hurt. 

Natasha grabbed her first aid kit from underneath the sink and gently came towards you, kneeling down to your level. “Y/N, I need to take those shards out. May I please, please, touch you?” 

You closed your eyes and leaned forwards slightly, your chin coming to rest in her hand as the other with the tweezers rested along the curve of your face. She was as gentle as she could be with the first three, hearing nothing coming from you, but the last one was very close to your eye.

“Y/N, I need you to be still.” She cooed, but you couldn’t stop shaking.

“C-Cold.” You muttered.

“Can I hug you?” She asked and you looked her up and down, a gesture that broke her heart.

Jake was going to pay for hurting your sweet soul.

“Malyshka, I would never do anything to hurt you. I can promise you that for every breath of my lungs.” She murmured, moving towards you.

She placed a gentle kiss on your lips as her thumb stroked your unmarred cheek, not expecting you to reciprocate it. She simply wanted you to trust her, and she felt like this was a step in the right direction.

She was wrong.

It was a leap.

You kissed her back and only then did she realise how much you were hurting. Her lips captured every sob, every tear and every whimper as you broke down. She momentarily put the tweezers down and held you close, peppering your face with kisses except for the injured area.

“Sweet girl, please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry, it puts an ache in my heart.” She muttered, trying to keep herself calm.

“H-He hurt me, Tasha. He promised never to, and he did.” You sobbed into her touch, keeping your cheek far away from her chest.

She looked up, closed her eyes and sighed, looking back down at you as she grabbed her tweezers one more time. “It’s the last one, I promise. Just please be still, I don’t want to even think of scratching your beautiful eye.”

You nodded and took a deep breath, watching her as she steadily brought the tweezers to your cheek. It hurt, almost like a thousand needles poking the same spot, and you whimpered.

“Almost there, sweet one. Halfway.” She murmured, pulling continuously.

“Please, Tasha, it hurts! Please stop!” You begged, but with one final tug it was out.

“There! There! It’s done! No more pain.” She promised, but the size of your wounds were larger than she expected.

“I’m gonna put a few band-aids on, okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, letting her gentle touch guide your senses. She ended up putting three on, with two of the sites being close enough to fit under the band-aid, and she gave your nose a kiss when she was done.

“There we go.” She smiled gently, cleaning away a few stray tears.

“Please don’t make me go back. I want…” You muttered, but Natasha would wait for eternity if you would speak to her.

“I want to be with you. I think… I think I always have. I’ve just been too blind and stupid to see it.”

She smirked at you. “Well, I happen to like my blind and stupid Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes but that wasn’t a great idea, making you wince softly. “Please let me stay. I’ll help pay rent and do some grocery shopping and-and do every chore there is. I’ll clean the bathroom, I’ll vacuum the carpets, I’ll make you breakfast, lunch, dinner…” 

Natasha let her head cock to the side as she continued to smile at you, waiting for your plea to end. “None of that, angel. You can stay as long as you want.”

She leaned in to you and heard your breath snap off. “Maybe the universe was sending a signal when you left your lingerie with me, pretty girl.” 

[goldenempyrean]

hi can I request a fic where Nat works as a teacher and catchs a bad cold/flu which is going round. Nat tries to teach as usual but her constant sniffling and sneezing is too much, then R gets a call from the Nurses office asking for her to come and pick Nat up. maybe using the prompts “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot?”  “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles.” and “Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.”

Nurse’s Office 

〚 Notes – This was such a cute request that I had to do it literally as soon as possible. My brain was just full of ideas for this. I’ve gotten so many reqs too, I'm genuinely almost at 40 so I may have to close my inbox soon just so I don’t get overwhelmed with them all! Slightly desperate to feedback on this too! I think it’s the longest fic I’ve done :) 〛 

〚 Summary - Nat loves her job as a teacher, she gives it her all but it seems she has a lesson to learn when it comes to taking care of herself. 〛 

〚 Wordcount - 4310 〛 

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Nat was sure she felt fine earlier that morning but as she sat hunched over her desk, she couldn’t help but squint as the overhead light shone down directly into her eyes. Looking over her lesson plan for the day, she sighed. First period was the youngest class of students that she taught and it was safe to say they were a handful. Glancing over to the main clock on the wall, Natasha realised she didn’t have long before her students were due to arrive. At least she didn’t have a lot to set out, she’d stayed late the previous night to photocopy some worksheets and papers.  

Walking round the room, Nat made sure every student had the correct worksheet on their desk, she was just placing the final paper down when she felt a sudden prickle in her sinuses. Twitching her nose only amplified the annoying itch and Nat knew she was going to- 

“Hi’kkshiew!” 

Natasha buried her face into her elbow as she sneezed, sniffling slightly afterwards. As she sniffled Nat felt the familiar feeling of congestion begin to settle in her sinuses and quickly came back to her desk to grab a tissue. The sound of a loud bell rung as Nat swiped a few from the box and she’d just finished blowing her nose when students began to fill the room. 

She took a moment to gaze around the classroom and was greeted by twenty-seven rowdy children. It wasn't the first time she'd felt anxious, when standing infront of class. Nat wouldn’t call herself an experienced teacher just yet, she’d been working at this school since graduating almost 4 years ago but even so, she still had her moments of doubt. 

She opened her mouth to say a cheery ‘good morning’ only the words got caught in her throat, leading her to cough to a little. She thought nothing of it though, simply clearing her throat a few times before continuing her greeting, trying hard to ignore the growing pain at the back of her throat. 

“...so today we’ll be looking at genetics. Does anyone know what DNA is?” She looked around among the raised hands before calling on a student, “yes?” 

The student gave a pretty good answer and Nat nodded in agreement. 

“Ah, well done, that’s correct. The only thing  I need to add is that DNA is made up – Hh- of a double hel-Hh'tshiew! Oh, excuse me!” Nat had to fight to stop herself from blushing red with embarrassment as she sneezed down against her wrist. 

Natasha rubs her eyes and her sinuses in unison, wiping at the wetness that trails from her nose. A sudden pain throbs deep within her throat, behind her sternum. And hacking, wheezing cough sent left her leaning against her desk as she tried to compose herself. 

The students chuckle to themselves as they shift in their seats. One boy turns to whisper something to his friend, and they both giggle at Natasha. The boy behind him—the one who had answered the question—looks her in the eye and laughs. Natasha's skin stings, but she refuses to let it bother her. "What?" she asks. "What is so funny?" 

  She sends them a glare, instantly silencing them before continuing on with her lesson, 

Only throughout the hour, that pain at the back of her throat only grows worse and she’s beginning to sniffle repetitively. The room feels heavier—hotter—and her vision is dimming slightly. 

But still Nat pushes through, and by the time the bell rings to dismiss the class, she’s exhausted. Her voice is failing fast and her throat is quickly being shredded with her increasing sneezes. In the small 5-minute window between lessons Nat had already gone through 8 tissues and that number only increased from there. 

Second period soon came. The school bell chimed again and soon enough, her second class of the day came flooding in, their loud chatter striking a painful throb through her temples. 

Natasha didn’t even bother to try and talk instead; she scrolled through her computer’s files to find a relevant video to play on the projector. The video barely got 5 minutes into in before Nat had to quickly scramble to grab a tissue before sneezing loudly. 

"Bless you!" a boy piped up in response, he's wearing a bright orange sweatshirt. His legs swinging back and forth under the desk. "Are you okay Mrs Romanoff? Do you have that bug that’s going round?”  

Natasha coughs into her elbow, the sound making several students visibly recoil, “I'm fine thank you.” She tries to muster up her best reassuring smile but it seems nobody is convinced. 

The students exchange uneasy glances amongst themselves as their teacher held her head in her hands. Nat grimaced, she could feel her skin breaking out into a sweat beneath her blouse and her vision is beginning to fade in and out as the room grows hotter and hotter. Even the noise from the ongoing video seems somewhat distorted as she tries desperately to not disturb anyone any further but the urge to sleep was almost overbearing and Nat could feel her eyes slowly drifting closed… 

“Mrs Romanoff?” A recognisable voice pulled Natasha from her slumber as she blinked groggily giving a little groan at the pressure which had settled behind her eyes. She tried to sniffle but was met with a snuffly noise of congestion, “Mrs Romanoff?” 

Nat blinked up, as she tried to shield her eyes from the lights overhead, had they somehow gotten even brighter? Looking up Nat saw the worried face of her colleague, Miss Leslie. Miss Leslie was older than Nat but they’d both been hired around the same time and the two of them had developed a fairly close relationship – it helped that they both shared an office space too - so it wasn’t unusual for either of them to quickly stop by in each other's classes but this time was different. 

The loud background chatter of Nat’s students was almost too much for her to handle, “Quiet!” Natasha tried to sound authoritative but her voice came out in a weary rasp, barely audible to anyone other than her close by colleague. 

“Natasha?” Miss Leslie spoke in a hushed voice, “One of your students just came into my class and said that I had to come back with him immediately. Natasha, I’m not surprised he did. You look awful honey. Are you feeling okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Nat mumbled, “Just a little tired. I just need to get through the rest of this lesson then I’ll drink some coffee or something.” She sniffled, feeling her nose begin to run again. 

Miss Leslie’s concerned eyes looked over Nat again then to her students, “Forget coffee, you sound like you need to be in bed. You caught whatever gross bug thats  been sweeping its way round this place?” 

“I’m fine, absolutely per-Hh- Hhet’tshoo! Hush’tshoo!” 

“No Natasha, you’re not. Seriously, go back to our office, I’m taking over for you.” Miss Leslie’s voice was firm in her words as she urged the redhead to stand, not missing the way she swayed in place, “Go sit down, I’ll be there soon.” 

Miss Leslie’s hand came to grip Natasha’s shoulder as she helped her up out of the seat, her careful eyes watching over the redhead as she wordlessly shuffled out of the room and towards her office. 

Nat wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when the door to her office swung open, letting in a cold breeze with it. She didn’t bother to look over, she didn’t bother to look anywhere, hell, even just opening her eyes hurt. Everything was a blur. 

There was a voice somewhere in the room though she couldn’t quite make out any words. Everything felt muffled. Nat barely even registered the fact that her colleague had come to squat down beside her until she felt the touch of a hand clasp her forehead lightly. 

“Oh honey, this isn’t good.” The concerned voice of Miss Leslie sighed, only then did Nat find the strength to look up at the worried face of her colleague, “You’re way too hot.” 

“Leslie? What are you doing?” Nat mumbled as she forced herself to sit upright, the room spinning as she did so, “What about the class?” 

“They're on break. Its 11pm, didn’t you hear the bell?”  

Nat shrugged, no, she definitely did not hear any bell. She was about to get up when she felt that familiar prickle in her sinuses forcing her to quickly swivel around in her chair to avoid sneezing all over her colleague. 

“Hh’iishoo! hHeh’ktshhiiew!” 

“Bless you.” The older woman replied as she squeezed the redhead’s shoulder, “You aren’t seriously thinking about going back to class still?” She asked in shock as the younger teacher went to pick up her files. 

“I have too, I have my upper-years next and we’re already behind schedule, theres so-“ Nat broke off from her teary rambles with a loud barking cough, it felt as if her chest was constricting with every breath. 

“Natasha you can’t go on like this, we’ve both seen how many bugs and germs are spreading round this place. Hell, we’re basically working in a petri-dish and I know we’re meant to push through when we’re not feeling too well for the sake of the kids but Nat, you really shouldn’t be here.”  The older woman sighed deeply as she lectured the younger teacher. 

“I- I just feel like everything’s going wrong today.” The redhead finally admitted as she wiped at her teary eyes, “I felt fine this morning and now-“ She sniffled thickly, unable to breathe properly through her stuffy nose. 

“I know, I know.” The older woman sympathised as the younger teacher went to grab some tissues from the box on her desk, “Maybe we should let the nurse take a look at you.” 

Nat sent her a look, “I don’t really think that’s necessary. It’ll just waste her time.”  She sighed wearily as she rubbed at her temples again. That congestion really wasn’t helping her headache at all. 

“Honey, I mean no offence by this at all but you’re a mess. I’ve never seen you like this and quite frankly it’s a little worrying, so please? Let me put my mind at rest, go and see the nurse Natasha.” 

Natasha took another tissue as another set of raspy coughs choked up through her throat. God I really am a mess. Nat admitted to herself. Her throat feels like a lump of coal and she swore she could almost feel the fluid in her sinuses sloshing about like stagnant sludge. Just to avoid her co-worker's concerned stare, she reached to the desk beside her and grabs a pen, feebly scribbling onto a sticky note. 

To Substitute,  

Textbooks are in the back cupboard. Get the upper-years to read page 18 and answer the questions using correct exam technique. Put an educational film on for the younger ones. Email me if needed. 

- Mrs Romanoff 

Miss Leslie gave Nat a nod as she read over the sticky note which had been pressed into her hand – though she did discreetly scribble out the final sentence when Nat’s back was turned, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. Now come on, let me give you a hand getting to the nurse's office. I doubt you’ll make it on your own...” 

"Thanks..." Nat mutters as Leslie props her up, helping her hobble down the hallway. She grips onto the older lady's arm, feeling as though she'd collapse any second. Her lungs burn and her brain is hazy. She tries to focus, to listen to what Leslie's saying... but everything feels so far away. It's as though it's happening through the lenses of a camera. Every time she blinks, the hallway spins a little faster. Her legs are like lead weights, her arms limp noodles, and she doesn't stop shivering. All around her are the confused stares of students, not used to seeing their usually so resilient teacher being helped down the hallway but Nat doesn’t notice, she hears only a dull, thudding heartbeat as her skin tingles with fever. 

〘✧〙 

You day had been pretty boring. You’d finished all your work so you had just been sitting at your desk, scribbling away on Microsoft Paint on the computer infront of you, you were halfway through drawing a little picture of a flower when the screen of your phone lit up as it began to vibrate from across the table. Snatching your attention, you picked up the device and looked at the number displayed on the incoming call, unknown. Strange. You tried to think back to see if you could remember anyone that had been meaning to call you recently but you came up with nothing so with a shrug, you pressed on the little green button and accepted the call. 

“Hello? Is this Y/N speaking?” A friendly voice came through the phone, an older woman by the sound of it. 

“Hi, yes, it is. Can I help you?” You replied, trying to see if you could recognise the voice. 

  “This is the nurse speaking, from Natasha’s school. Natasha’s actually here with me right now, she’s not feeling very well at all. Is it possible for you to come and collect her?” 

“Nat’s sick?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise, she had seemed fine that morning, “okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” 

The call ended and you quickly gathered up your things before rushing over to your boss's office to explain the situation. He didn’t have an issue with you leaving, especially since you’d already gotten the day's work done, infact he even told you to take the rest of the day off – he knew you’d only be worried sick if you came back. You said a very grateful thankyou before jogging out of your office towards the company car park, quickly starting the ignition and driving off in the direction of Nat’s school. 

You made sure to park close to the entrance as you entered the school grounds. With a swift click of your keys, you locked your car and headed towards the entrance. The school Nat taught at was nice, that’s one of the reasons Nat loved teaching so much, the campus was great. Entering the reception, a young-looking brunette smiled at you over from the desk, her nametag reading ‘Miss Sharp’. 

“Hi, I got a call from the nurse to come pick up Mrs Romanoff.” You explained politely and a knowing look flashed across the receptionist's face. 

“Oh, you’re Natasha’s wife! It’s lovely to meet you finally, I’ve heard great things about you,” The receptionist smiled as you blushed slightly, “Why on earth she decided to come in today is a mystery to me, I'm not surprised that you’re here to take her home. Anyway, the nurse's office is just through the main doors, take a right and then keep going down the hall. It’s a white door, you can't miss it.”  

You flashed her a grateful smile, “Thank you so much.” 

“No problem!” 

The sound of the school bell rang as you approached the white door at the end of the corridor, getting closer you could see the distinct label of ‘Nurse’s Office’ displayed beside the door. You knocked on the door lightly and waited until you heard a faint voice call “Come in.” 

Opening the door, you were greeted by a kind, elderly face. Her nametag simply read, ‘Cindy’. 

“Mrs Romanoff’s wife? Y/N? Is that correct?” She asked. 

“Yes, that’s right.,” You replied with a nod, but the rough sound of pained coughing came from round the corner just beyond your sight, and you hoped to God that Nat wasn’t the one making it, ”You called me about Nat?”  

Cindy seemed to pick up on the worried tone slipping into your voice as you spoke, “I did. She’s been adamant on working, but I’ve kept her here for the last hour or so,” The next sound you recognised, you winced at the sound of Nat’s desperate sneezes which echoed through the office, “Poor dear... She’s been like that the whole time; I hate to think that she’s been teaching in that condition. She’s just through here.” 

As Cindy rounded the corner and motioned for you to follow, you felt your shoulders drop upon recognising Nat. Her back was resting against the wall as she sat on a bed.  The light pink blouse that she had left in earlier that morning was sitting at the end of the bed, only now the blouse was noticeably damp in certain areas and she was now dressed in a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the school's emblem embellished on the front.  

“Natasha!” You gasped, quickly scurrying to her side as you reached up to cup her feverish cheek,  "Baby, you're completely burning up." You whispered as you looked over her flushed face and wet neck.  The warmth of her skin spread to your fingers as you reached up to place your palm against her forehead, prompting you to bite your lip nervously. 

“She hasn’t let me take her temperature yet,” Cindy sighed, shaking her head in disapproval, “I was hoping you’d convince her otherwise.” 

“Nat...” You frowned as you crossed your arms, you voice taking on a serious tone. You took a firm grip on Natasha's cheek, so she’d look you in the eye and her head tilts to the side in a gesture of mild defiance. The tip of your thumb traces her cheekbone. "Nat, you're so warm, we need to know what your temp is so we can help you feel better. Please?” 

“Fine.” Natasha’s voice comes out in a throaty rasp, it’s the first time you’ve heard her speak and you definitely didn’t like how she sounded at all. If she had sounded anything like how she currently did earlier that morning, you would’ve practically forced bed rest upon her... Speaking of though, why hadn’t Nat seemed ill this morning? 

Cindy nodded appreciatively towards you as she went to retrieve the thermometer from her desk. It was the old type of one and she instructed Natasha to place it beneath her tongue as you asked the burning question, “How long have you felt sick for ‘Tasha, tell me the truth.” 

Nat thought for a moment, in all honestly, it had all her hit at once. She had felt a little sluggish this morning sure, but it was nothing compared to how she felt now. When Nat went to voice this, she interrupted by the frantic itching of her nose. Despite trying to hold back the tickle, she only had seconds to quickly snatch the device out from her mouth before sneezing down into her cupped hands. 

“Hah’hishoo! Hhih-tschiew! Hh-Hi'TshhIEW” 

“Goodness, bless you honey.”  

You expected Nat to put the thermometer back in her mouth, but she kept her hands cupped over her mouth; her eyes slightly wider than earlier as she looked towards you then down to the tissue box over on the table beside the bed. You knew instantly what she wanted, and she sent you a pitiful look as you handed her a tissue. You waited until she’d finished to pick up the nearby trashcan and you held it up so that she could throw her soggy tissue away. 

“So, how long has it been?” You repeated once Nat had settled back down. 

She shrugged a little, “I was a little tired this morning before I left, but it mainly hit after I got in, it all seemed to come at once.” 

You looked over to Cindy to see if this was even possible and she was giving an understanding nod, “That’s how the flu tends to come on I’m afraid. It usually hits pretty hard and fast. Can you finish taking your temperature for me though poppet?” The nurse kindly urged, picking up the thermometer and holding it to her mouth. Nat saw no point in arguing. It’d only end with you getting annoyed with her so reluctantly she opened and held the device beneath her tongue. 

"38.9," Cindy comments after a moment, turning the thermometer upside down to observe the final reading, "Oh, bless. You should’ve stayed home today dear." 

The way her head slumps forward in her exhaustion is heart breaking. She looks utterly miserable as she weakly excuses, “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles. There's already so many students off sick so I’m having to set all the catch-up work and then th-Hh-theres the overdue –Hih- inspectio-HH-Heh’iishioo! H-Heh..Heh’kshuu!” 

“Poor thing bless you, but I’m sorry baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.” You pouted sympathetically as you sat down beside her, and in response Nat let her tired head come to rest against you, “you’re working yourself way too hard.” 

“Sniffles? Deary me, I’ve seen so many cases of flu this week Mrs Romanoff, and you’ve got one of the worst I’ve seen by far. Like I said, the flu usually comes on pretty fast, it fits your symptoms.” Cindy sighed as Nat began to cough roughly, her lungs making an awful chesty sound and you could practically hear how the congestion in her chest shifted, “I see your flu shot did nothing to help though.” 

“About that... I haven’t got one yet” Nat admitted with a wet sniffle as she brought her hand to her temple, trying to get some relief from the throbbing in her head. 

"Nat." You whispered, disappointment and pity seeping into your words as you nudged her gently with your elbow. She shifts as she sniffles against your shoulder, staring up at you with a hint of blearily defiance. You tilt her chin up, and she's looking back at you with a mix of exhaustion and guilt. "We've been over this. I told you to go and get one weeks ago. It’s important.” 

Both you and Cindy sighed as Nat sneezed again, “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot? She only paused to accept the tissues that you’d reached forward and grabbed for her, “I’ve just been so busy lately, I guess I forgot about it.” 

"You didn't forget. You just prioritized other things." Cindy spoke up, her friendly tone being replaced by a stern motherly edge as she chided your wife.  

It seemed Nat hadn’t heard that tone being used by her before, you noticed that her lip trembled a little at the voice and how her eyes drifted towards the floor at the sharp reminder that she could have protected herself against the virus. She shifts and rests her arms at her front, folding them as she mutters a quiet, “I'm sorry." 

The way your heart squeezed at seeing her pout was indescribable, and the sight of her slightly-teary gave you no choice other than to wrap your arms around her shoulders and pull her in for a tight hug, your fingers combing through the softness of her hair as you whispered, "It's okay, moya lyubov, It's okay."  

“You should make sure she gets lots of rest and fluids, keep her hydrated.” Cindy instructed as she came to give your shoulder a much-needed comforting squeeze, you weren't exactly doing the greatest job of hiding your worry, “She’ll be okay dear, Mrs Romanoff just needs to learn when to give in and let herself rest instead of running herself ragged.” 

“It won't happened again...” The redhead mumbled apologetically as you helped her stand with a supporting hand before giving in to your urge to pick up your feverish wife, supporting her carefully in your strong arms. 

“I’ve got you baby,” You whispered, kissing her forehead when she leant it against your shoulder, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, “Thank you so much for calling me, I really appreciate you looking after her.” You gave a genuine smile to the elderly nurse as she went to hold the door open for you. 

“It’s not a problem at all. It’s my job to take care of people, be they students or stubborn teachers.” Cindy smiled as you said your final thankyous and goodbyes. 

You said another goodbye to the kind lady in the reception as she buzzed the door to let you out but not before letting her know that Nat wouldn’t be in work for the next week or so. It was a good job you’d decided to park close to the door, it meant you were quickly able to get Nat out of the windy weather and into the warmth of your car. Setting her door in the passenger seat, you reached across to buckle in her seat belt, placing another gentle kiss to her forehead, your touch bringing a sense of comfort to the fevered woman. Natasha had to turn her head away from you as she sneezed down into the collar of the fabric of the cotton t-shirt and you regretted not thinking to bring any tissues with you. 

“Bless you my love. You’ll be okay, I promise. We’ll get you home in no time, okay?” Your tone was soft as you closed the passenger door and came round to the driver's side. Sitting down in your seat, you made sure Nat was comfortable before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. You both wanted to get home as soon as possible. 

“Thank you for coming to get me.” Nat mumbled tiredly as she let her head come to rest on the window, the coolness of the glass providing some comfort against the heat blazing through her. 

“Don’t worry about it my love, I’m sorry you’re so sick.” You replied as you speedily drove down the empty streets, “We’ll get you feeling better soon, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

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Where’d You Go? (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: You don’t get much sleep when Natasha’s away. (700 words)

Warnings: I’m not sure if there are any, please let me know.

A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I got so many wips to be posted hopefully soon.

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It was about 1 am and Natasha wasn't in bed. This normally occurred so you weren't worried, she was probably working or training. You watch the clock tick and change numbers slowly while waiting for Natasha to come to bed. When she never came, you got up to search for her.

You went to where you saw her last. After dinner, she went straight to her office and started working on something. The bright light in her office was enough to tell you that she was still there.

Natasha barely looks up when you knock on her door. You walk closer, hovering over her and watching her finish reports. You rested your head on hers, her touch made you feel like you could pass out at any moment. “It’s a bit late to be working,” you say after a yawn comes out of your mouth.

Her hands never stopped writing as she responded. “I can’t talk right now,” Natasha sighed. “I need to finish this today.”

You pouted but Natasha couldn't see. Instead, you moved from behind her and hopped onto her desk. “When are you coming to bed?” You asked. Natasha didn't respond. 

A minute later Natasha finally said something and tore her eyes off the paper. She flashed you a guilty smile, "You can go to bed, I'll come when I'm done."

You didn't like her response. You wouldn't be able to go to bed, but Natasha didn't know that. Feeling desperate, you reach to take her pen. 

Natasha huffs and continues looking at the document as if she's still writing on it. “Babe,” she sighed, “give it back.” 

"Natasha," you mocked. “No.” 

Natasha rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms out. "Fine," She grumbled and grabbed the papers.

"What are you doing?" You asked and slid off the desk. 

Wordlessly, Natasha started heading towards your room. You figured she would finish her work in bed which was better but still wasn't ideal. You watched her get into bed and start working again. The urge to grab the work out of her hand was tempting but you needed her to stay. 

"Come on, put that down," you try convincing her. You lift up the blanket and get underneath along with her. Your hand reaches for the document but Natasha gently slaps it away.

"I need to finish this," Natasha replied. You finally gave in and turned around so that you were facing the wall. Everything felt uncomfortable. The blanket felt heavy against your body and the sound of her writing filled the room. 

As Natasha worked, she glanced at you often to make sure you were okay. She felt guilty about not being with you for the past few days, so she decided tomorrow things would be different. 

An hour passed and Natasha was finally done with everything. She rolled off the bed to turn off the lights but when she turned around, your tired eyes stared right at her. 

“I thought you were asleep,” Natasha said. She quickly became worried about the way your eyes were so red. She turned off the lights and hurried back to bed.

"I can't sleep without you," you replied tiredly. Even though Natasha was technically with you, it was like she wasn't. You found that sleeping came easier if you were in her arms or if she was asleep too.

You could feel Natasha staring at you. "Even when I go away?" Natasha asked, her voice weary.

You nodded and closed your eyes once you felt Natasha move closer. It felt so good to finally be able to sleep. You wanted to dig your eyes out this week because of the constant stinging but the relief was finally here. 

"I just like it when you are next to me," you confess quietly since you were on the verge of passing out. 

Natasha shook her head in disapproval. "But I was gone for 3 days this week."

"I know," you whispered. Those were a long 3 days and you were so tired by the end of it. Though that wasn't the longest you’ve gone, you hated when Natasha was gone for weeks on end. The only sleep you got was when your body forced you to shut down.

Natasha bit her lip, she felt so bad. It wasn't her fault you and she knew that, she just wished things were different. “Come here,” she said and pulled you into her arms. You turned around so that you faced her, a small smile appearing on your face. “Let's sleep now.”

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I bet on losing dogs

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: Natasha is just, sad :(

Warning: hurt/comfort

A/N: I love reverse comfort fics, I need more. Random HC: Natasha listens to mitski, I can see it

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Natasha has been out in the rain for a while.

It was worrying you, you know she might’ve needed time to herself. You just didn’t want her to get sick, not like she’d care. You grabbed your rain coat off the rake and an umbrella.

She was sitting on the bench, motionless. It was like she was posing for a painting. She looked almost ethereal, even when she was sad she managed to look beautiful.

You approached her carefully, not wanting to startle her. Although you knew she wouldn’t react, you still were cautious not to trigger her in any way. The closer you got you more you could see her features.

She looked near at peace, but was overtaken by an anxious expression. You sat on the bench, not taking your eyes off of her. She knew you were there but didn’t look at you, she didn’t want to look weak. Even though she knew she couldn’t hide anything from you.

She stared at her hand as droplets of rain poured on it. It was an interesting sight to look at. Natasha felt..numb at this moment, she didn’t know why. She finally had the courage to look you in the eyes.

You were still staring, barely a second before you made eye contact. You were looking at her in astonishment, you’ll be looking in her eyes when she’s down. You’ll be there by her side, always.

Natasha didn’t think she’d ever have someone like you in her life. She didn’t deserve it, all the things she’s done, forced or not. But, you made her feel otherwise. You’re not just someone, you’re someone that makes her feel everything.

But you’re also someone that’ll watch her die.

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[slightly-smarter-nat]

And YOU have just earned yourself another follower by how kick ass your Nat fics are!

May I request a Natasha x Military!Female reader? Maybe something like Tony and Rhodey, who have been friends with her way back because Rhodey was like a mentor to her in the military while Tony is like a best friend/brother figure, introduce Reader to the team when she comes back from deployment and Natasha immediately catches feelings for her. Then throughout her time at the compound, both women bond and start falling in love with each other and eventually start dating but then Reader gets called for her next deployment and Natasha is just devastated and worried for her and it’s a really sad goodbye. But then after months of deployment, Reader comes back and announces that she talked to Fury to have the chance to become an Avenger and was accepted on the condition that the team agreed as well, which they do. And so then it’s a tearful heartfelt reunion between Natasha and Reader!

If there is a chance it could be a slow burn fic, that’d be awesome, but if it’s a regular fic, THAT IS STILL AWESOME TOO! Im sorry if this is a long request I apologize!! 😅

Forest Stars || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Military Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; hurt/comfort; slight angst; sad Natasha, mention of Parental death. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word count: 9162 words (sorry, oops).

A/N: Thank you so much for your request and kind words anon! I really appreciate all of my followers so thank you <3. I hope you all enjoy it. Yes, I know it’s June and this is a Christmas fic but I couldn’t resist the opportunity for all the fluffy moments. I apologise for the multiple breaks in the fic, I just wanted to highlight the time passing as the Reader and Natasha bond, etc.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Forest Stars: Natasha Romanoff-

“Tony, are you sure it’s okay for Laura and the kids to stay here over the Holidays?” Clint asks as he follows Tony through to the living area with a box marked ‘Christmas Decorations’.

Tony places his box down in front of the bare Christmas Tree- waiting to be decorated by the team, “Of course I am Legolas. The compound is big enough and it gives us all the chance to spend Christmas together.”

Clint refrains from rolling his eyes at the nickname Tony insists on calling him, “Thanks man, I appreciate it.”

“No problem Barton. Little Witch, how are you getting on?” Tony asks as he looks over to Wanda.

Wanda internally groans, “I would be getting along much better if I didn’t keep on getting distracted, Stark.” Wanda returns her gaze to the ceiling, slowly using her powers to string red and gold tinsel along the edge.

Tony puts his hands up in mock surrender, leaving Wanda to complete her task to perfection.

“Now, Rhodey will be heading up this way soon. Then we can get the rest of the decorations done later. In the meantime, I need you and Romanoff to source the food for the big day.”

Clint shoots his gaze from the box he was searching through, “What? Since when has that been our job?”

Tony taps on his glasses to activate his A.I. system, “Since I need you two crazy kids out of here when your presents arrive, which according to F.R.I.D.A.Y, is any minute now. Go find Widow and then I’ll ask Pepper to send you what we need.”

Tony glances around the room, using F.R.I.D.A.Y to show him the possible decoration arrangement options for the living area.

At that moment, Natasha walks into the room, “Ah Nat, come on we have to go on a food run.” Clint says as he tosses her a pair of car keys from the glass coffee table in front of him.

Natasha catches them with ease, “Since when-“

“Don’t even bother, Stark is in ‘Holiday mode’, it’s better to just go with the flow.”

Natasha shakes her head, moving towards the exit with Clint.

“Romanoff, make sure you’re back in time for the party tonight.” Tony shouts as he swipes through the options in which the large Christmas Tree can be decorated.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Tony. See you later Wanda.” Natasha waves goodbye to Wanda.

Wanda quickly glances behind her and sends Natasha a smile, “See you soon, Nat.”

“Sure, you don’t bite her head off when she distracts you.” Tony says as he dismisses the A.I. system.

“Do you want me to finish this or not?” Wanda asks, referring to the tinsel hanging.

Before Tony can respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y announces, “Boss, Colonel James Rhodes has arrived.”

“Perfect, send him up.”

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

You readjust the duffle bag on your shoulder as you travel up in the elevator with Rhodey.

“Are you sure Tony is okay with this, because I can find somewhere else to stay-“

Rhodey cuts you off, “Y/l/n, for the millionth time, yes. You know Tony, he’ll be over the moon to see you.” He clears his throat awkwardly.

You stare at him as he leans back on the railing, “You haven’t even asked him yet have you?”

“Okay, I’m going to level with you and say… no.” You release a sigh at that.

“Trust me, he’ll say yes, you’re like his little sister, he won’t turn you away.”

The elevator reaches the floor Rhodey inputted, you slowly walk out allowing him to set the pace, which is needed after the accident in Germany.

“I just don’t want to be a burden, this is a special time for everyone and I don’t want to make things awkward.” You say.

Rhodey places a hand on your shoulder, “Look, you’re not a burden, you’re part of this family okay. Yeah, it’s a special time but this is your opportunity to get to know everyone. Everyone will love you, I know it.”

You take in Rhodey’s words and give him an appreciative smile, “Thank you.”

“Now hurry up and move your ass in there before Christmas is over.” Rhodey says as you both move forward into the living quarter.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that my favourite Air Force member right there?” Tony says as he moves to bring you into a hug.

“Nice Tony, I’m here too by the way, you know your best friend.” Rhodey says sarcastically.

Tony laughs as he releases you from the hug, “Hmm, last time I checked you were down as ‘acquaintance’ in my contacts- you still owe me an apology.” He says as he ushers you in.

“What? For what?” Rhodey asks as he follows.

“A little birdie told me that you called me ‘Tony Stank’ in a press conference, so of course the Press are having a field day with that one.”

Rhodey smiles at that revelation, “Yeah, that was a good one. I told you I wouldn’t let you live that one down.”

“You know it has a better ring to it than Tony Stark.” You say as you take a seat on the couch.

Tony gasps, “My favourite has turned against me!”

You smirk, “It was only a matter of time.”

Rhodey takes a seat on a chair opposite you, “Anyway, Tony I wanted to ask you if it was cool if y/n stays here over the next few days?”

“You mean for Christmas?” Tony asks as he moves towards the mini bar area to gather drinks for everyone.

“If that’s okay Tony, I don’t want to overstep.” You say.

“Of course you can, you’re family. What brings you here anyway?” Tony asks as he selects a multitude of drink options to pour.

“Oh you know, I finished my Deployment. I have nowhere to go for the Holidays. All that fun stuff.” You say.

Tony walks over with a couple of mystery drinks for you to sample, “Well you’re welcome anytime. Plus we’re having a party tonight so it will be a great way for you to get to know the team. Most of them are out gathering supplies.”

You pick up one of the drinks and take a sip; wincing furiously at the taste. Luckily for you, Tony is distracted by his A.I. system announcing the arrival of several packages.

“Ahh, I’ll be right back, make yourselves comfortable.” Tony leaves the room and heads to the elevator.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice someone enter the room, “Hello Rhodes, long time no see.” She says as she places a heap of string lights on the table in front of you.

“Hey Wanda, so he’s got you helping out has he?” Rhodey asks.

The woman rolls her eyes, “He’s a nightmare, he’s worse than Morgan at this time of year.”

“Don’t worry, he has always been like that, you’ll get used to it. Oh, Wanda, I’d like you to meet a very good friend of Tony’s and I, y/n.” Rhodey gestures to you as he leans forward for a drink.

You stand up and stretch your hand out in greeting, “It’s lovely to meet you Wanda.”

“I’m glad you could make it. I can’t wait to get to know you over the next few days.” You frown in confusion as you’re convinced you saw a flash of red pass through Wanda’s eyes.

“Oh yeah, she reads minds.” Rhodey announces as he spots the confusion in your face.

You give a nod in understanding.

“Well, since you’re staying I can show you to a room if you would like?” Wanda suggests.

“Oh yeah, thanks, that would be great. Only if you don’t mind of course.” You say as you gather your bag filled with your personal items.

Wanda gives you a wave of her hand, “Please, anything to get me out of decorating duty. Come on, I’ll show you around the Compound afterwards too.”

You look towards Rhodey, “Go, I want to catch up with Tony anyway.” He says as he slowly guides himself up, ready to locate your mutual friend.

You turn to follow Wanda, excited to see where you’ll be staying for your time in the Compound.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

*Three hours later*

Natasha places the last of the bags on the Kitchen counter, “I swear, I’m never talking to Tony again after this.”

Clint follows her by releasing a sigh, as he drops off his contributions, “You say that all the time.”

“Yeah, well now I mean it. Where is everyone anyway?” Natasha asks as she notices the living area being mostly decorated, compared to when they left.

“Ahh, Romanoff, you have returned.” Tony says as he walks through with Rhodey.

Natasha scowls at him, “What?”

“Don’t ‘What’ me Stark. You know it’s chaos out there. Clint nearly lost his life over some cranberry sauce.” Natasha says as she sends a quick nod to Rhodey, acknowledging his presence.

“Okay, that’s a little dramatic.” Clint says as he moves some of the food items out of the bag.

Just as Natasha was about to speak, she instantly notices Wanda entering the area from one of the staircases leading from the lower floor.

She manoeuvres herself to see who Wanda is talking to and that’s when she sees you- possibly the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on.

She’s snapped out of her trance when she hears your laughter- instantly becoming her new favourite sound.

Rhodey waves a hand in front of her face, “Hey, stop drooling over our friend and go say hello.”

Natasha glances between Tony, Clint and Rhodey; instantly going red when she realises they noticed her admiration for you.

Tony smirks in amusement, “Shut up, Stark.” Natasha says as she moves past them.

“I didn’t say anything Romanoff!” Tony lets out dramatically.

Wanda spots Natasha and waves her over, “Natasha! This is y/n, she will be staying with us over Christmas.”

Natasha shakily offers her hand out to you, “Um, it’s nice to meet you.”

You give her a warm smile and shake her hand gladly. The contact sends a wave of happiness through Natasha.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Natasha widens her eyes slightly, dreading to think what you might have heard.

“Oh, you, you have? That’s cool.” Natasha mentally scolds herself for being so awkward.

Wanda smiles to herself, hearing the conflict going on in Natasha’s mind.

“Y/n, why don’t you go introduce yourself to Clint?” Wanda suggests.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll speak to you later Natasha.” You say with a smile.

Once you leave Natasha puts her face in her hands and groans, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Relax Nat.”

“Relax? I just made myself look like a complete idiot in front of her.” Natasha says as she places her hands on her hips and releases a heavy breath.

“For what it’s worth, you’ve peaked her interest.” Wanda says with a mischievous smile.

Natasha tilts her head, “Wait, what do you mean?”

Wanda slowly starts to walk towards the exit, heading to her room.

Natasha starts to follow her, “Wait, Wanda, tell me what you mean!”

“Natasha, go and get ready for the party otherwise you’re uninvited!” Tony shouts from across the room.

Natasha admits defeat and goes towards her room, she’ll have to question Wanda at the party.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

As Natasha walks towards the main bar area she’s confused when she doesn’t see the usual crowd of people Tony acquires for his parties.

Just as she’s about to look around she feels her phone vibrate in her dress pocket.

‘Meet us in the movie room :)’ Wanda messages.

Natasha makes her way over, nearing closer to the sounds of laughter.

When she stands by the doorway Tony calls over to her, “Widow, there you are! Come take a seat, the movie is almost starting.”

Natasha looks around at everyone, noticing it’s just the team and close friends present- in all honesty she’s relieved, she never has been one for Tony’s extravagant parties.

Her heart sinks slightly when she notices the space next to you is being occupied. Natasha makes her way over to Wanda, sitting close by.

“I tried to save you enough room to sit with her but Carol wasn’t having it.” Wanda whispers to Natasha.

Natasha looks over at the two of you. Part of her hates the way Carol is making you laugh. When really she wishes she was the one doing so.

“What are they even talking about?” Natasha mumbles, hints of jealousy taking over her system.

Wanda brings her legs up onto the couch, tucking them under herself to get comfortable, “Well, mostly about their shared experiences in the Air Force. I think they’re bonding over it.”

Natasha briefly raises her eyebrows, not knowing you were part of a Military branch.

The movie starts to play on the screen, causing the lights to be switched off.

Natasha can’t keep her eyes off of you; she desperately wants to talk to you but part of her thinks that you’d only entertain her conversation out of politeness.

Wanda gives Natasha a gentle nudge, “‘Nat, she’s been here less than a day. You’ve got plenty of time to get to know her. She’s very easy to talk to.”

Natasha leans her head on her hand as she looks at Wanda, “What did you mean before in the kitchen?”

The light being cast from the movie highlights Wanda’s happy features, “Oh, just that y/n thinks you’re beautiful. Nothing major.”

Natasha nudges Wanda, “You’re lying.”

“Nat, I’m not, that’s the first thing that popped into her head when she saw you. Plus, when you walked over to me, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, just like you with her right now.” Wanda gives Natasha a reassuring pat on her arm.

“As your friend, I’m telling you to go for it. Don’t worry about anyone else, just be yourself.”

Natasha absorbs Wanda’s words. Throughout the movie she plans different ways in which she can get to know you. Hopefully you’ll like her for who she is, because she knows for a fact she’s falling for you.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

Natasha walks into the kitchen area, ready to grab some food after her morning training session.

She could barely sleep last night, thoughts of you and Carol plagued her mind. As the movie went on she’s convinced you shuffled closer to her.

As soon as the movie finished, she went straight to her room. She knows she shouldn’t be so jealous, you have every right to talk to whoever you want. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less.

Wanda uses her powers to send a red tendril to flick Natasha on her head, causing her to glare at the Witch.

“You do realise y/n was looking for you after the movie right?” Wanda says as she reaches into the drinkware cupboard.

“Wait, what? Why is she okay?” Natasha asks as she takes a break from cutting up her fruit.

“She wanted to talk to you, honestly Nat you need to talk to her. Try and organise something for the two of you to do.” Wanda moves to search for her herbal tea bags.

“I can’t just ask her out Wands, that would be so awkward.” Natasha says as she leans against the counter.

“More awkward than you running off because she sat too close to another person?” Wanda says with a hint of amusement.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Okay, what do you suggest I do?”

“Well, Clint is picking up Laura and the kids this afternoon. When they come back, invite everyone to your annual Ice Skating thing. You’re already going with them, plus it will give you an opportunity to hang out with y/n.” Wanda uses her powers to turn on the stove, heating up the kettle.

“Wanda, you’re a genius!” Natasha says as she brings Wanda into a hug.

At that moment, you and Steve enter the room.

“Wow y/l/n, you really gave me a run for my money out there. Good job.” Steve says as he moves to the fridge to get a couple of bottles of water.

“Thanks Steve, all part of the Military training and all.” You say as you grab the water from him, exhausted after your morning jog with the Captain himself.

“Steve, y/n what are you two doing this afternoon?” Wanda asks, attempting to put the plan into motion.

“I’m not doing anything, probably just hanging out here with the team.” Steve says as he takes a seat.

“Same, why do you ask?” You direct your gaze to Natasha, sending her a smile.

Natasha blushes uncontrollably, causing her to turn and resume cutting up her fruit.

Wanda rolls her eyes at Natasha’s reaction, “We just wanted to let you know that most of us will be going Ice Skating, do you guys want to come?”

Steve nods his head.

You stand there, playing with the label of your water bottle, not really being a fan of skating, “Um, sure, yeah that sounds fun.”

Natasha turns to see your reaction, silently motioning to Wanda about your change in persona.

Wanda mentally replies to Natasha, ‘She said yes, didn’t she?’

Natasha keeps her eyes on you, hoping that this plan might actually work in getting to know you better.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Auntie Nat!” Nathaniel shouts as he runs over to Natasha.

Natasha turns around and grabs him into a hug, “Hey buddy, how are you?”

“Good! Look, I lost another tooth!” He says as he shows Natasha another gap in his line of teeth.

Natasha smiles as she puts him down, “You’re growing up too quick, stop it.” She says playfully.

Laura rushes towards Natasha and Nathaniel, “I swear he only listens to Clint, what part of ‘stay close to me’ did you not understand bud?” Laura says as she rubs through Nathaniel’s hair, causing him to squirm away.

Natasha looks through the crowd, behind Laura, “Where are the others?”

“Oh, Clint is parking up the car and Coop and Lila wanted to make sure they got in line for the best ice skate boots. Thanks for getting everyone to meet us here, it’s a big help.” Laura says as she zips up Nathaniel’s coat.

“No problem, the team are waiting by the ice rink. We’re ready to go when you are.” Natasha looks over to see Tony waiting with Morgan, Pepper and Rhodey as the other team members return with their ice skates.

“Who’s that? She’s new.” Laura asks, referring to you as you tie up the laces on your skates.

“That’s y/n, she’s Tony and Rhodey’s best friend, she’s staying for the holidays.” Natasha casually remarks.

Laura puts on a knowing smirk, “Ahh, she’s the one you’re crushing on.”

Natasha scoffs, “Clint is so annoying, what did he say?”

Nathaniel takes this opportunity to mimic kissing noises, causing Laura to put her hand over his mouth, “Okay, he’s not far off. Clint did in fact do that.”

Natasha shakes her head, “Come on, I’ll introduce you properly.”

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

After the introductions were made and everyone was ready; it was time to skate.

Natasha loved skating, having such similarities to ballet, she is always in her element on the ice.

“Then Daisy tried to get me kicked off the Archery team, so I showed her how it’s done and shot my arrow straight through hers.” Lila tells Natasha as they skate around the rink.

“She does know Hawkeye is your Dad right?” Natasha says, enjoying having the time to catch up with the young Barton.

“Yeah, she’s just jealous I guess.”

Natasha looks over to the edge of the rink, noticing you clutching on to the side whilst everyone else skates.

As if sensing her gaze, Wanda skates up next to Natasha, linking her arm through Natasha’s for support, “Her thoughts are loud Nat, she doesn’t know how to skate.”

Natasha looks at Wanda in surprise,”Wait, so why didn’t she say anything? We could have arranged something else to do.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I have to do everything around here; from what I could tell she thought you wanted to skate. She’s only on this ice for you Nat, now go and help her.” Wanda gently pushes Natasha towards your location, momentarily losing her balance until Lila steadies her.

Natasha easily manoeuvres her way through the crowd of people to join you on the edge of the rink.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” Natasha says with a newfound confidence.

“Sure.” You say, gripping tightly to the barrier, refusing to move even an inch with the risk of falling.

“You know, we can just come off the ice and-“

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to spoil the fun, I’ll be okay.” You say in a shaky voice, trying your hardest to hide your nerves.

“It’s not fair if you’re putting yourself through this. I’m sure everyone else will understand.” Natasha says as she places a hand on your arm.

The sudden action causes you to move, sending your legs flying. Luckily Natasha uses her quick reflexes to catch you, gripping her hands onto your forearms.

You release heavy breaths of anxiety as you look at your feet, hoping the gaze will stop you from falling.

“Hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you. Let’s get you off the ice.” Natasha slowly uses her feet to push against the ice, pulling you along with her to the exit.

“Wait, I don’t want to be annoying but can we just skate like this for a bit. I promised Morgan I’d skate if she did to try and make her brave enough to join in. I don’t want her to see me get off the ice; she might think it’s something to be frightened of.” You look up at Natasha hopeful, ready to put your fear aside with Natasha’s support.

Natasha gives you a gentle smile, “For starters, you could never be annoying. Plus, of course I’ll help you, just grip on to me and I’ll guide us around okay?”

You give Natasha a nod. Natasha slowly moves you so you can link your arm around her waist. In turn she threads her arm around yours, keeping tight hold.

“Okay, back straight; look forward and bend your knees slightly.” You follow Natasha’s instructions as she begins to move her feet, expertly pushing from her right foot to her left.

As you move your grip tightens, sending a surge of giddinesses through Natasha.

She looks over at Wanda who gives her a thumbs up, proud that Natasha finally had the courage to talk to you for longer than a minute.

Natasha’s gaze quickly makes its way back to you once she hears you laughing, “Woah, this is actually amazing.” You say excitedly, never having stayed on the ice longer than required.

Natasha beams at your reaction; earlier apprehensions clearly no longer present.

Soon enough Natasha guides the two of you to skate up alongside Tony, Pepper and Morgan, “Auntie y/n! We’re skating!”

“We are! Good job Morgan!” You praise the young Stark.

Tony lets go of one of Morgan’s hands, allowing Pepper to reclaim it. He twists around to skate alongside Natasha’s other side that’s free.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you making the effort to make y/n feel included. You know, I’ve known her for years and no one has been special enough to encourage her to skate. She’s lucky to have you Romanoff.”

Natasha looks towards Tony in surprise, not expecting such kind words to come from him. She smiles at him before he takes his leave to find the others on the ice.

Once he’s gone, she looks over at you, being in conversation with Pepper.

Natasha feels a special warmth inside her, the fact you trust her enough to guide you on the ice brings a wave of happy tears to her eyes. She quickly blinks them away, hoping that this is a sign for good things to come.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

It’s Christmas Eve morning, Natasha has just woken up with the biggest smile on her face.

As she stretches in her bed, she happily thinks about the previous events that have occurred. With the skating and everything she feels as though she’s made real progress with you. Especially after when everyone was returning to the car and you couldn’t take your hands off of Natasha, walking arm in arm with her as you thanked her for helping you out on the ice.

Natasha quickly gets ready and makes her way into the living area, deciding to skip her morning training- just this once.

She walks in to see you, Rhodey, Pepper, Clint and Laura sat on the couches.

“Good Morning everyone.” Natasha says to make her presence known.

You instantly put your mug of coffee down on the table to the side of the couch you’re sitting on, “Nat, come sit with us. We’re just going over the plans for today.” You pat on the space beside you, signalling for Natasha to fill it.

She instantly rushes over, causing Clint and Laura to give each other knowing looks, amused at their friends' antics.

“So Carol is going to the Rambeau’s house for Christmas; Sam is staying with Sarah and his nephews; Thor is off-world so we have no idea if he’s joining us.” Rhodey rhymes off.

“I thought he was staying with that Jane chick?” Clint says as he scratches his knee, causing Laura to flick his chest at his choice of words.

“I don’t know, he doesn’t tell me anything. Anyway, Banner might be coming tomorrow morning, uhh as for everyone else, they haven’t confirmed.” Rhodey finishes.

“Yeah, that’s the part that’s sending Tony crazy. He hates not knowing if and when people are showing up.” Pepper says as she balances her mug on her knee.

You release a laugh, “He is the worst one for showing up either unannounced or late!”

Pepper shares your laugh, “I know right, but this is a ‘Stark Christmas’, nothing can go wrong.”

The next thing that follows is a large bang on one of the windows of the compound, causing everyone to look over.

Tony’s voice fills the room via his A.I. system, “Sorry folks, that was a rogue snowball, it won’t happen again. Resume your discussion on what awesome presents you’re going to get me for the big day.”

You smirk as you watch the ice melt down the glass. Tony insisted on taking the kids outside to play in the snow. However, no snowball fight is complete without some Iron Man prototypes; a Super Soldier and the Scarlet Witch making trick shots to score the most points in the ultimate snowball battle.

“Hey, so are we all still up for the Markets tonight?” Laura redirects the conversation back onto the schedule.

Everyone nods, except you, “Markets?”

“Every year we visit the Christmas Markets down the street. They’re great for last minute gifts and just general festive fun.” Pepper explains to you.

“Oh, that sounds awesome, I can’t wait.” You say.

“Right, I’d better call the kids in. We need this Christmas Tree decorating before we set off to the Markets.” Clint says as he stands up and stretches, releasing dramatic groans in the process. Before abruptly sitting down again, causing Laura to look at him in amusement.

“Okay, I’ll probably go and change. Hey, when we set off to the Markets, can I sit with you in the car?” You ask Natasha before you get up off the couch.

Natasha instantly nods, “Yeah, sure. I’d love that.”

“Great, see you in a bit.”

Once you leave Natasha looks over at Clint and Laura, instantly regretting it when she sees them pouting at the cuteness between you and Natasha.

She grabs a couple of pillows and sends them flying towards the two, causing them to laugh at their best friend’s expense.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

Once the Christmas tree was expertly decorated, the team made their way to the Christmas Markets.

You haven’t left Natasha’s side, causing the red head to walk around in complete awe of you- especially with your reactions to all the beautifully decorated stalls.

“Ooh, Nat come look at this one!” You drag Natasha over to one of the food stalls.

Natasha’s eyes light up at the arrangement of colourful fruits waiting to be dipped in a multitude of melted chocolate.

“Wow, they look delicious. Do you want some?” Natasha asks.

“Sure, what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Natasha as you study the menu board.

Natasha can’t take her eyes off of you, causing herself to become distracted. You turn to look at her, awaiting her answer, “Oh uh, I’ll probably go for the dark chocolate covered Strawberries.” Natasha says quickly, trying to take away the attention of her new forming blush of embarrassment.

You bite your lip at her state, opting to not make her feel any worse about it, “I’ll probably go for the same but with milk chocolate.”

You move forward and place the orders in, reaching for your money to pay.

“Oh no, I’ll buy them.” Natasha says as she tries to beat you to the bill.

You grab Natasha’s hand and thread your fingers through hers, “I insist.” You say as you give her hand a squeeze.

Natasha mentally thanks you for turning back to the stall owner, allowing her cheer to herself at the fact you’re holding her hand.

Once the food is ready, you let go of her hand to pass over her Strawberries, “For the pretty Lady.” You say casually, still enough to make Natasha’s stomach flutter in fondness.

She takes them from your hands as you move to grab your own order; thanking the stall owner and bidding them a good bye.

You instantly bite into one of your chocolate covered strawberries, allowing your eyes to flutter at the taste, “Wow, you can never go wrong with these.”

Natasha takes a bite of her own, exhibiting a similar reaction, “They taste really good.” She says as she places the strawberry back down into her thick, paper box.

You bring your hand up to your lips, doing a little head dance as you finish chewing- which Natasha finds adorable.

Once you’ve swallowed your mouth full you address Natasha, “You’ve got a little chocolate on the corner of your mouth.”

Natasha uses her free hand to wipe her mouth, completely missing the mark.

You laugh, “Come here.” You gently rub away at the chocolate, removing it from her face. In that moment, you and Natasha stare into each other’s eyes, completely oblivious to your surroundings.

A few seconds pass before you clear your throat, “There, all better.”

Natasha thanks you before you resume your walk; eating your sweet treat and talking to Natasha about anything and everything.

About half an hour later, you’re near the end of the Market stalls.

Soon you’ll have to head to the local Diner to meet up with the team who are currently scattered across the Market.

You and Natasha have managed to get everyone a present for tomorrow, thankfully most of the stalls offered you a complimentary gift wrapping option, taking away at least one stress for tomorrow.

As you’re walking you notice Natasha shivering.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit cold.” Natasha avoids your eye contact, not wanting to admit the shivers are from her nerves of being with you and not wanting to mess up her opportunity of hanging out with you opposed to the cold.

“Uh, yes. Just a bit I guess.” Natasha clings to her leather jacket, hoping it was enough to convince you.

You place your gift bags on the floor, removing your Aviator jacket, “Here, take my jacket. I’m getting too warm anyway.”

Natasha gratefully accepts your Air Force jacket, admiring every patch that decorates the material.

She instantly puts it on as you pick up the bags once again.

“How come your jacket has so many patches on it?” Natasha asks as she studies each one.

“Oh, they’re like my accomplishments from within the Air Force. I’ve earned them as I’ve gone along.” You explain.

“Wow, you have a lot.’ Natasha compliments.

“I’m very good at my job.” You playfully remark, causing Natasha to laugh. Now it’s your turn to hide your blush.

Natasha feels a surge of confidence, having your jacket on makes her feel more secure. She takes your hand that’s closest to her and grips onto it, refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead.

You briefly look down to make sure you have a good grip on her hand, liking the contact.

As you look at the passing stalls, you notice a quiet one, “Let’s look at this one, the others seem quite busy.”

You gently pull Natasha towards the stall containing handmade candle holders.

Each candle holder is unique, some emit lights in the form of patterns, which reflect on the structure surrounding the stall.

Natasha has her eyes trained on one tea light holder in particular, emitting circular, glowing lights that slowly drift around.

“Forest stars.” Natasha whispers.

“Did you say something?” You ask.

Natasha is snapped out of her daze, “Sorry, it was nothing. Well, the lights they remind me of, um Fireflies. My sister, when we were kids, she would call them ‘Forest stars’. I just thought it was very fitting.”

You take another look at the lights, letting out a small breath of understanding, “Oh yeah, they do look a bit like ‘Forest stars’.”

Natasha smiles sadly, causing you to gently use her chin to guide her gaze at you, “Hey, are you alright?”

Natasha wipes at her eyes, trying to remove the tears that threaten to fall, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be, let’s go and see if we can find the others.”

Natasha breaks the contact between you, walking up towards the track that leads to the Diner.

You take another look at the lights, wondering what could have caused her to become so upset all of a sudden.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

When you all arrived back at the Compound it was extremely late. Meaning everyone went straight to bed.

Tony looked absolutely exhausted, causing you to volunteer to put the presents out under the Christmas tree before heading up.

With a grateful hug, Tony headed upstairs to tuck Morgan in and make sure she went to sleep instead of hunting for Santa.

You carefully stack the presents under the gaps surrounding the tree. You admire every present, smiling at the ones the kids clearly wrapped; most of them being covered in excess tape and unlimited amounts of glitter.

As you’re placing the last of the presents down, you hear a noise behind you.

You instantly turn around, ready to take cover if it’s one of the kids, trying not to spoil the whole idea of Santa leaving their presents under the tree.

When you spot it’s Natasha, you release a relieved sigh, “Good job it was you, I’d hate to ruin Christmas for the little ones.” You whisper.

Natasha tugs down on the sleeves of her pyjamas, “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were up. I would have helped you if I'd known you were on present duty.” Natasha says as she points to the mountain of gifts.

“It’s okay, I thought I’d give Santa the night off, you know since he has a lot of stops to make tonight.” Natasha laughs at your answer.

“How thoughtful of you. Look, I’m sorry about before-“ You put your hand up to signal Natasha to stop talking.

“Please don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just hoped I didn’t upset you.” You say as you move to sit on a couch; Natasha joins you.

“No, not in the slightest. Being with you has made me the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.” You nod your head at her words.

“You know, I’m glad I came here. At first I wasn’t so sure about staying. I didn’t really have anywhere else to go since my Deployment finished not that long ago. Rhodey was kind enough to invite me here, where I met you, which I’m extremely grateful for.”

Natasha turns to you, not quite believing your statement, “Can I ask how you know Rhodey and Tony?”

“Yeah. Rhodey was my Mentor in the Air Force. He taught me near enough everything I know. He pushed me to achieve my goals and was there for me when no one else was. My folks, you see they um, they died when I was 17. After that I signed up for the Military. Been there ever since.”

Natasha opens up an arm to allow you to lean into, which you do, trying to hide your sadness over your Parent’s death.

“When Rhodey retired, he introduced me to Tony, since he was the one helping him through his recovery after Germany.” Natasha shifts briefly, thankful that the events in concern with the Sokovian Accords are resolved.

“We instantly clicked, he’s been like the big brother I never had. He started introducing me to his life as Iron Man. I started hanging out with his family. They both really gave me something to live for and for that I’ll appreciate them forever.”

Natasha takes this moment to tell you about her life, “My Sister, the one I mentioned at the Market. She couldn’t join us for Christmas, she’s out there saving the World from the bad guys.” Natasha says lightly.

“No but my family is back in Russia, I don’t get to see them as much as I would like. We got split up for a long time, around the time I joined the Avengers actually. Luckily we found each other again. I really miss them.” As Natasha finishes explaining, you come to understand why the memory of her Sister caused her to become upset.

You grab Natasha’s hands and start to play with them, “You know, I’m really glad I met you Natasha, you’re truly amazing. I’m so lucky to have you here with me right now.”

Natasha is about to respond when she spots something above the two of you, “Oh, look.” She says as she points at the plant hanging from the ceiling.

“Wait, is that Mistletoe? Trust Tony to be so cliche” You say jokingly.

Natasha looks at you, “Well you know what they say about Mistletoe, it would be a shame to break the tradition.”

You slowly bring your hand to cup Natasha’s face, “I guess it would.”

You both slowly lean in towards each other, allowing your lips to touch in a tender kiss.

You can both barely contain your excitement, using your hands to pull each other closer, craving each other’s touch after so much longing.

Natasha breaks away from the kiss, resting her forehead against yours as you both try to reclaim your breaths, “Natasha, can I ask you something?”

Natasha nods.

“Do you want to go out with me sometime, you know like a date?”

Natasha pushes you away by your shoulders, “You mean like a couple?”

“Well yeah, a couple of people who like each other very much and, well I’m speaking mostly for myself here but would really like to make this thing between us official.”

Natasha grabs you into another kiss, choosing to leave quick kisses along your face, causing you to laugh and hug her close, “Is that a yes?”

“Of course it is.” She says as pulls you up from the couch, ready to go to bed.

“Come on, let's get you to bed otherwise Santa won’t come.” Natasha says.

“Oh well, I’ve got everything I need right here. You’re the best gift I could ask for.” You say as you wrap your arm around Natasha.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Really Tony, a joke book?” Rhodey holds up his unwrapped present from Tony.

“You see, that right there, is the gift that keeps on giving. Merry Christmas Rhodey.” Tony says from the tree- being the chief present distributor.

“Okay, who’s next?” Tony searches through the pile of presents to select the next one ready to be given out.

Rhodey gets your attention, “Y/l/n, my jokes are funny right?”

You wince, “Yeah, they’re awesome. They get me every time.”

Rhodey seems satisfied with your answer, motioning to Tony that he doesn’t need the book.

Natasha puts her arm around you as she leans in to whisper in your ear, “Remind me to train you to work on your lying skills.”

You playfully smack her arm, “Oh come on, you saw his face, I couldn’t tell him the truth.”

“Ahhh, y/l/n, this one's for you.” Tony throws an envelope your way.

Natasha sends him a glare for his carelessness.

You look at the tag to realise it’s from Natasha, causing you to rip it open instantly. You remove a sewn patch with an ice skate boot embroidered on it. You look at Natasha with your mouth open in surprise, “Wow Nat, I love it.”

Natasha smiles, “It’s to represent your accomplishment in facing one of your fears.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, it’s going straight on my jacket, so I always have a piece of you with me.”

Natasha pouts her lips at your words, finding your excitement especially sweet.

“Okay, Maximoff go get your gift for Natasha whilst I try to grab these presents from the back.” Tony leans down on the floor to reach further under the tree.

As the others wait for Wanda, they take the time to open their presents and thank the ones who graced them with such lovely gifts.

“Are you excited for your present from me?” You ask Natasha.

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, “I thought you were my present?”

You smack your hand to your chest, “Stop that right now, it’s too early for me to be blushing like this.” Natasha laughs as she leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

Wanda re-enters the room, “Natasha, close your eyes.”

Natasha looks over at Wanda in hesitation, “Why?”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Just do it.”

Natasha closes her eyes as Wanda ushers for someone to enter the room.

The occupants of the room send silent greetings to the blonde, young woman.

She makes her way over to the two of you, causing you to shift away slightly. Natasha whines at the loss of contact.

“Okay Natasha, open your eyes.”

Natasha opens her eyes to see Yelena stood in front of her.

“Oh my god! Yelena! What are you doing here?!” Natasha shouts as she rushes up to give Yelena a hug.

You can’t help but smile at Natasha’s reaction, knowing how much this means to her.

“Well Sestra, I am taking a break from work and your team asked me to come over as a surprise for you and I thought ‘what an amazing idea, since I am obviously your favourite ever’, so here I am.” Natasha hugs Yelena tighter.

Yelena makes eye contact with you over Natasha’s shoulder, “Hi, I would come over but I have a ‘Natasha’ attached to me, they’re very hard to remove once they latch on.”

Natasha playfully pushes Yelena away, “Sestra, meet y/n-“

“Yes, yes, the one that stole your heart; that you are madly in love with. Wanda filled me in.”

Natasha sends an unimpressed look Wanda’s way, causing her to move over to see what Steve was unwrapping to avoid Natasha’s gaze.

“All jokes aside, it is very nice to meet you y/n. I can’t wait to get to know you.” Yelena takes a seat on the floor near the couch you’re sitting on.

“Likewise, I’m glad you’re here Yelena.”

Tony interrupts as he releases a cheer from being able to find another present.

“Oh, it’s just for Romanoff.” He says as he holds it out to her.

“I hate you.” She takes the present from him and reclaims her seat next to you.

She flips over the tag and notices the present is from you, “Aww, you really shouldn’t have.” She says as she carefully tears open the wrapping paper.

Natasha releases a gasp when she realises what it is, she carefully picks up the candle holder from the Market.

“Woah, what’s that Auntie Nat?” Cooper calls from the other side of the room.

Natasha turns it to admire every inch of it, “It’s a holder for tea lights and things. The light from the flame shines through the gaps and makes patterns on the walls.”

“What kind of patterns?” Lila asks.

Natasha looks over at Yelena, “Forest stars.”

“No way, that’s so cool. Show me!” She says eagerly.

Natasha places it back in its wrappings, “Maybe later. When did you buy that?” She directs her question at you.

“When you left I bought it just in case you wanted it. Then when you told me the story about Yelena I made sure to sneak it under the tree this Morning.”

Natasha gives you a grateful kiss, “Thank you love, it’s perfect.”

She leans her head on your shoulder, hugging her present. Your heart flutters at the nickname Natasha has chosen to give you.

You go back to watching everyone else interact with their gifts; wondering how you became so lucky to be surrounded by loved ones: new and old.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

The days that followed went by very quickly- too quickly for your liking.

You decided to extend your stay, wanting to spend as much time with Natasha and everyone as you could.

Most of your time was spent hanging out with Natasha, whether it be training with each other or laying on her bed cuddling whilst you watch some random movie recommended by F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Every day you’ve grown closer to Natasha, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

That’s what brings you to this moment- New Year’s Eve.

Tony decided to throw one of his spectacular parties to welcome the New Year in.

The kids have fallen asleep in the movie room; meanwhile the adults drink the night away whilst waiting for the countdown to midnight.

You’re just finishing up your conversation with some Ex-Military members who worked closely with Rhodey, when Natasha drags you over to the corner of the room.

“I had to make sure no one tried to steal my midnight kiss.” She says with a shrug.

“Oh is that so, well I am honoured Miss Romanoff.”

The countdown begins, “5…4…3…2…1… Happy New Year!” Everyone exclaims.

You bring Natasha into a kiss, breaking away to whisper “Happy New Year Nat.”

If only you knew what the following morning would bring.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“No, no you’re not going. You can’t go.” Natasha paces around her bedroom. Not taking the news well of your next Deployment being announced.

“Nat, you know I have to, it’s my job. We both knew this day was coming.” You say as you walk over to her, stopping her movements.

Natasha refuses to meet your eyes, shielding her tear filled ones away.

“Sweetheart, they only last around 179 days. It will fly by, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you go to Russia and stay with your family for a while, that might help.”

Natasha looks at you in disbelief, pushing your hands away, “Only 179 days? Wow, right so I’m supposed to be grateful that you’re going for near enough five months, being in constant danger. Don’t you realise, I could lose you. I could actually lose the main person I care about, the person I love. Do you really think this will be easy for me, sending you away to be thrown straight into the danger zone. Every day I’m not with you will be like torture; not knowing if you’re okay. I-I can’t lose you detka, I can’t-“

Natasha places a hand over her face as she begins to sob.

You instantly move over to her, embracing her in a hug, “Natasha, I’m so sorry. I wish I didn’t have to go but I have to. You won’t lose me okay, do you know why? It’s because I have something worth fighting for. I need to stay alive to come home to you, to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re not going to lose me, do you understand?” You attempt to keep your voice steady, not wanting to cry.

Natasha lifts her tear soaked face up to look at you, “They haven’t even given you any notice. They want you right now, that’s not right. I can’t even say a proper goodbye to you.”

Natasha’s words break your heart, “I know, and it only happens when it’s an emergency. I’m not leaving for another hour or so, you have me now okay. Let’s make the most of it.”

“I just want to hug you.” Natasha sobs out.

You feel your tears fall, “Of course my darling, come here.” You guide Natasha over to the bed, pulling her on you to cuddle her tightly.

You both lay on the bed crying, giving each other the occasional kiss and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

You haven’t known Natasha long, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t hurt any less. You feel as though you’re losing part of you by returning to a Deployment.

“Promise me you’ll come back.” Natasha whispers.

You close your eyes as your lip trembles, “Nat, you know I can’t-“

“Please, I know you can’t, but just please say it so I know you’ll try.”

You release a heavy breath, “I promise.”

“I swear to god y/n if you don’t I’ll find you and kick your ass.” Natasha mumbles.

You let out a sad laugh, “Oh I don’t doubt that love.”

You spend the rest of your time with Natasha cuddled up, dreading the moment you have to leave her.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

It has been nearly six months since you left for your Deployment.

Every single day for Natasha has been heartbreaking.

For the first week she had Yelena staying in her room; holding her as she cried herself to sleep, worrying over the fact you might not return home.

However, Yelena had to go back to Russia for her next Assignment. She told Natasha she could stay with her but Natasha refused, not wanting to hold her sister back.

The team did everything they could to help cheer Natasha up.

They were extremely worried about her, she wasn’t sleeping, she wasn’t eating, she wasn’t Natasha. She became a shell of herself.

Tony has been a big help for her, giving her a listening ear when needed. She knows he’ll understand better than anyone since you are his best friend.

On the hardest days, Tony made sure to come equipped with the best stories he has about you in the days when you were still training and had Rhodey as your mentor.

Natasha couldn’t believe it when Tony brought her one of your old Air Force trainee hoodies that you left at his house when you used to visit all the time.

She refuses to take it off, wanting to have you close by at all times.

Natasha walks into the compound, her face looks miserable, matching her life currently.

Wanda notices her come in, walking over to bring her into a hug. Natasha gladly accepts.

“How are you feeling?”

Natasha looks at Wanda with a disappointed look, “Yeah, stupid question. Any news?”

“No, I’ve called Rhodey every day but he claims to have no idea of when she’s coming back.” Natasha wraps her arms around herself for comfort.

Wanda gives her a sympathetic smile, completely devastated that Natasha has changed so much without your presence.

“I think I'm going to go shower. I’ve just come back from a jog.” Natasha makes up an excuse to go to her room alone.

Wanda nods in understanding, “Okay, I’ll speak to you later.”

Natasha pats Wanda on the arm as a silent thank you as she makes her way to her room.

Once Natasha enters she releases a sigh, looking around at all of her belongings… until she spots something that isn’t hers.

She rushes over to the duffle bag on her bed, looking in it to find all of your clothes.

Natasha runs out her room shouting your name, needing to see you to confirm she isn’t imagining anything.

She runs into the living area, searching frantically.

Steve looks over at her, “Nat, are you-“

“Where’s y/n?” She interrupts.

“She’s on Deployment, isn’t she?”

Natasha shakes her head, “No, her bag is on my bed, which means she has come home.”

Suddenly she hears Fury coming into the room, “I knew you’d cave in sooner or later y/l/n, do you know how many times I had to ask Stark to get you on board. Too many times, I don’t like asking more than once, learn that very quickly y/l/n.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Don’t thank me yet y/l/n, you still have to pass the hardest test of all- winning the team vote.”

Before you can reply you are tackled to the ground.

You release a pained groan, not expecting anyone to jump on you.

“I hope you have better reflexes on the field.” Fury says mockingly.

Natasha sits up from you, “You’re here, you’re really here! You’re safe, why didn’t you come and find me?”

You bring Natasha into a more controlled hug as you pull her up from the ground, “I wanted to surprise you, plus I needed to speak to Fury about some things. Wait, I haven’t seen that hoodie in ages, it suits you.”

“Good, because it’s mine now. What things, what’s going on?” Natasha asks you, hugging you tightly- finally being able to do so after so long.

“Well Romanoff, it seems that y/l/n doesn’t like the Military lifestyle anymore and wants to be an Avenger.”

Natasha looks at you, “Really?”

You nod, “Really, Fury has been asking me for years and Tony has always said there’s a spot open for me if the team agrees. With my high rankings I should be able to make the swap. The only two people I need to ask now are you and Steve, what do you say, can I be on the team?”

Natasha pulls you in for a kiss, “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

You look at Steve, “Yes, but I’m not kissing you.”

You put on a fake pout causing Steve to smile.

Natasha’s eyes fill with tears, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask as you cup her face.

“You kept your promise, you came home.”

“I’ll always come home to you Natasha, no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Welcome to the team, Avenger. This is your new home” Fury says as he makes his way out of the room.

Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all.

[sleepisaturn]

headcanons of nursing Natasha who has flu

natasha romanoff x gf!reader

headcanons of taking care of a hard headed sick Natasha

Natasha would deny it but you would know right away that she was sick because she felt too warm in your embrace as you woke up next to her that day.

Miraculously you didn't get infected and immediately put Natasha, your stubborn girlfriend into bed rest.

You would need to blackmail her into staying in bed.

" Stay in your bed or no sex for a month! " you warned as she tried to persuade you that she's okay and that it was just a slight fever

" ... fine, i hate you "

" you'll thank me when you get countless sick free orgasms once you're okay "

" fine you win " Natasha grumbled as she groaned trying to find a comfortable position as her head ache worsened.

You quickly gathered the things you would need to nurse Natasha back to her old healthy self.

Natasha's a very stubborn person, even to her girlfriend she would insist she's fine so going to the med bay and getting checked by Dr. Cho was definitely crossed off the list.

As Natasha falls sick, you've made everyone aware that nobody should visit her as she's more grumpy when sick and that a risk of infection can't happen within the Avengers.

You've made sure nobody went on and disturbed the floor you and Natasha's shared room was in since your only floor mate was Wanda but she's on another honeymoon with Vision.

You first checked Nat's temperature using a thermometer even if she cutely advices that you check her temperature using your lips though she was only joking as she wouldn't want you to get infected.

Natasha would grumply refuse to eat as she preferred to just sleep and waking her up for food was something she found not necessary.

" eat the soup, baby "

" no, I'm fi— "

" eat the damn soup, Natalia! "

" yes, maam " she said as she quickly grabbed the hot bowl of chicken soup

" careful!! "

You patiently wipe away her body with luke warm water to try and cool down her fever and to make her more comfortable as she sleeps the day away.

You couldn't help but coo at the image of the badass spy, ex–assassin who's now sleeping soundly as a cold towel cooled her forehead as she cuddled the teddy bear you gave her a year ago proxy for you, her girlfriend who she didn't wanna risk getting infected.

Of course Natasha wouldn't call Fury so you took it upon yourself to find his personal number that he let's Natasha use.

You immediately tell the man with one eye to not give his best agent a mission for atleast three weeks so that you'd know Natasha would heal properly because you know your girlfriend's a stubborn woman who couldn't be away from her job for more than a month.

Natasha would say she didn't like the sandwiches and that she's fine but in fact she'd only ever eat sandwiches that are made by you or by Steve, anyone else she doesn't trust with the food she'll intake unless of course it's take out.

" I'm gonna eat it but I'm not gonna be happy about it >:( "

" don't pretend like my egg sandwiches aren't your favourite, babe ;) "

" hmmp >:/ " she chomps on the delicious egg sandwich made by you with love while pouting cutely

Once you made sure her fever went down enough that you wouldn't be infected if you cuddled her, you laid down on the bed you two shared and caressed her hair as you give her a peck on her forehead for her to fall asleep peacefully.

Natasha can't fall asleep properly unless she's in your embrace, sick or not she'd need you to be beside her at night.

[midastouch013]

"Find Me Attractive Again"

Based on this request

Summary: You had a wonderful girlfriend, and so what happens when you discover she has an eating disorder

Warnings: Eating disorder, Hurt Nat, Sad Nat, Neglecting Y/n. Panic Attacks. Purging, throwing up. Major hurt/comfort, from both sides.

P.S I wasn't really satisfied with the ending, so I apologise. I also took my own spin on it since it was kind vague, so I hope you like it'.

P.S.S And also, after such heavy fics, I'd really like for someone to drop me a fluffy one, Not just Nat, any Marvel woman please.

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It was a typical summer day in New York City when your paths first crossed. You, wrapped up in the chaos of your medical residency, were rushing through the streets, white coat flapping behind you like a superhero’s cape, while Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, was navigating the crowds with the ease of someone who had seen it all.

It was at a street corner where fate decided to intervene, in the form of an iced coffee and a collision. Natasha, in her sleek elegance, accidentally bumped into you, sending her cold drink cascading down your front.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Her voice was a mix of genuine contrition and a hint of amusement.

You blinked, the cold seeping through your shirt, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. “Well, at least it’s a hot day,” you replied, trying to brush off the mess.

Natasha quickly handed you some napkins, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're a humour one I see"

"That I am" you grinned "I've also cost you your coffee"

Natasha went to open her mouth, but you spoke instead.

“Let me make it up to you. Can I buy you another drink?”

"But I'm the one who spilt mine on you?" her eyebrow raised as she questioned.

"And?"

"I should be the one buying for you?"

You're smile didn't falter " Where's the chivalry in that?"

And that was the start of it all. What began as a clumsy encounter turned into a friendship neither of you expected. Natasha’s charm, mixed with her trademark snark, drew you in like a moth to a flame. Soon, the two of you were spending your precious free time together, swapping stories over drinks or taking long walks through the city.

Despite her guarded nature, Natasha opened up to you in ways she hadn’t with anyone else. You became her confidante, her sanctuary in a world filled with chaos and danger. And in turn, you found solace in her presence, a respite from the relentless demands of your residency.

As your friendship deepened, so did your feelings for her. You found yourself falling for the enigmatic Avenger, captivated by her strength, her wit, and the vulnerability she only showed to you. And one day, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you asked her out on a date.

To your delight, Natasha said yes, her smile lighting up the room in a way you had never seen before. And just like that, your friendship blossomed into something more, a new chapter in both of your lives.

Now, as you walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of New York, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. With Natasha by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges life threw your way.

Little did you know, however, that behind the redhead’s confident facade lay a secret she was desperate to keep hidden. An invisible battle she fought every day, one that threatened to consume her from within.

And so, all it would take for you to find out, as a plate of untouched food, and certain other stuff

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The elevator door opened with a ding, admitting you into the familiar warmth of your shared home (Floor in the compound that Tony had so happily given) with Natasha. The faint scent of breakfast lingered in the air, a reminder of the meal you had meticulously prepared before your short 12-hour shift at the hospital.

But as you stepped further into the living space, your brow furrowed in confusion. The plate of food you had set out for Natasha sat untouched on the dining table, a solitary fork resting against the edge.

"Nat?" you called out, your voice echoing in the quiet apartment. There was no response, just the eerie stillness of an empty room.

Concern gnawed at the edges of your mind as you ventured further into the living space, scanning every corner for any sign of your elusive girlfriend. But Natasha was nowhere to be found.

However, before you could think what to do next, the sound of retching echoed through the apartment, sending a shiver of dread down your spine. Without a moment's hesitation, you bolted towards the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you flung open the door, the sight that greeted you was enough to make your stomach churn. There stood Natasha, hunched over the toilet, her face contorted in agony as she forced herself to purge.

Instinct took over as you rushed to her side, your hands reaching out to grasp hers and pull them away from her mouth. "Nat, stop," you urged, your voice laced with urgency and concern.

For a moment, she resisted, the muscles in her arm tense with the effort of her struggle. But slowly, reluctantly, she relented, allowing you to pry her fingers away from their self-destructive task.

The sight of her trembling form, tears glistening in her eyes, tore at your heartstrings like nothing else. You wanted to wrap her in your arms, to shield her from the demons that haunted her, but you knew that this was a battle she had to fight on her own terms.

Gently, you guided her away from the toilet, leading her to the sink where you wet a washcloth and pressed it against her clammy forehead. "It's okay, Nat," you murmured, your voice a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within her.

As you helped Natasha up from the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, her silence weighed heavily in the air, a palpable barrier between you. You guided her to the bed, her movements sluggish and unsteady, and gently urged her to sit down while you prepared a bath.

With practiced efficiency, you filled the tub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender oil to help soothe her frazzled nerves. But as you turned to help Natasha undress, you noticed the way she recoiled from your touch, her body tensing at the slightest contact.

Your heart ached at the sight, a pang of sadness settling in the pit of your stomach. You had always prided yourself on being there for Natasha, on offering her the unwavering support and love she so desperately needed. But now, faced with her silent withdrawal, you felt utterly helpless, like a bystander watching helplessly as a storm raged on the horizon.

With a heavy sigh, you stepped back, giving Natasha the space she seemed to need. You watched in silence as she rose from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, before making her way to the bathroom.

It was only then that you noticed the small click of the lock as she closed the door behind her, a barrier sealing her off from the outside world. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the walls Natasha had built around herself, walls that even you, with all your love and devotion, could not penetrate.

For a moment, you stood there in the empty room, the weight of Natasha's silence bearing down on you like a leaden cloak. But then, with a resolute shake of your head, you pushed aside your own doubts and fears, determined to stand by her side no matter what.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and made your way to the bathroom door, your hand poised to knock. But at the last moment, you hesitated, the sound of running water and Natasha's soft sobs echoing through the wood.

But when the sound of retching pierced through the closed bathroom door, a surge of panic shot through you like a bolt of lightning. Without a second thought, you abandoned your plans to change and rushed back to the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

With a swift motion, you twisted the doorknob, but to your dismay, it refused to budge. Locked. The realization sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through your veins, igniting a primal instinct to protect Natasha at all costs.

"Nat, open the door!" you called out, your voice tinged with desperation. But there was no response, just the sickening sound of her struggle echoing through the small space.

With a burst of adrenaline-fueled determination, you threw your weight against the door, the wood groaning in protest as it gave way beneath your force. For a moment, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of motion and sound, until finally, the door swung open with a resounding crash.

And there she was, hunched over the toilet once more, her body wracked with violent spasms as she forced herself to purge. Without hesitation, you rushed to her side, your hands reaching out to grasp hers and pull them away from their self-destructive task.

"Nat, please stop," you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. But this time, there was no resistance, no struggle against your touch. Instead, Natasha collapsed against you, her tears mingling with the cool touch of your skin.

With a sense of resolve, you refused to leave Natasha alone in the bathroom this time. Instead, you stayed by her side, offering silent support as she struggled with the demons that haunted her.

As the water continued to run, filling the tub with warm, comforting steam, you gently guided Natasha towards it. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes cast downwards, before finally sinking into the water with a heavy sigh.

You stood by the tub, your presence a silent reassurance as Natasha submerged herself beneath the surface, her shoulders tense with the weight of her burdens. With a soft exhale, you reached for the shampoo, pouring a small amount into your palm before lathering it into her hair with gentle, soothing strokes.

"I won't look," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Natasha remained silent, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of the bathroom. But you could sense the tension in her body, the invisible barriers she had erected to keep you at arm's length.

Undeterred, you continued to wash her hair, your fingers working through the tangles with practiced precision. With each stroke, you hoped to chip away at the walls she had built around herself, to offer her a glimpse of the love and acceptance that lay waiting on the other side.

But despite your best efforts, Natasha remained distant, her silence a heavy weight in the air between you. It was as if she had retreated into herself, lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts and fears.

With a heavy heart, you finished washing her hair, rinsing away the suds with gentle care. Then, reaching for the washcloth, you began to bathe her body, moving with slow, deliberate motions as you washed away the stains of the outside world.

Gently, you lifted Natasha from the bathtub, her body feeling almost weightless in your arms. The sight of her frail form, bones protruding beneath the thin veil of her skin, sent a shiver of concern down your spine. It was a stark reminder of the toll her eating disorder had taken on her body, a silent battle she fought day in and day out.

With tender care, you carried her back to the bed, laying her down with the utmost gentleness. You tucked the blankets around her, the soft fabric a comforting cocoon against the cold reality of her struggles.

As Natasha lay there, her eyes distant and unfocused, you made your way to the kitchen, your mind racing with thoughts of how to help her. You knew that she needed nourishment, both for her body and her soul, but convincing her to eat was a battle in itself.

With a determined resolve, you rummaged through the pantry, searching for something light and easy to stomach. Finally, you settled on a plate of sliced fruit, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the darkness that threatened to consume Natasha from within.

Returning to the bedroom, you found Natasha still lying there, her gaze fixed on some invisible point in the distance. Carefully, you placed the plate of fruit on the bedside table, hoping that the sight of it would stir something within her.

"Nat," you said softly, your voice a gentle reminder of your presence. "I brought you a snack. It's just some fruit. Would you like some?"

For a moment, there was no response, just the steady rise and fall of Natasha's chest as she breathed in and out. But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she reached out a trembling hand, fingers curling around a slice of apple.

You held your breath, watching intently as Natasha brought the fruit to her lips, her movements hesitant and uncertain. But then, with a small nod of encouragement from you, she took a tentative bite, the sweetness of the apple filling the air between you.

A sense of relief washed over you as you watched Natasha eat, each bite a small victory in the battle against her eating disorder.

As Natasha slowly nibbled on the fruit, you settled beside her on the bed, the familiar weight of her body a comforting anchor in the storm of uncertainty. With a soft click of the remote, you turned on the television, the familiar theme song of F.R.I.E.N.D.S filling the room with its nostalgic melody.

You glanced over at Natasha, her gaze fixed on the screen, her lips curved ever so slightly in the beginnings of a smile. It was a small victory, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With a tender smile of your own, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against your side. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the steady rhythm of her breath a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night.

Together, you watched as the familiar antics of Ross, Rachel, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe unfolded on the screen before you. The laughter of the characters, the camaraderie of their friendships, served as a reminder of the bonds that held you and Natasha together, even in the darkest of times.

And as the episode came to an end, you turned to Natasha, the ghost of a smile still lingering on her lips. "Feeling a little better?" you asked softly, your voice a gentle caress against the silence of the room.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then, with a small nod of her head, she leaned into your embrace, her body relaxing against yours.

It was a small victory, a flicker of hope in the midst of despair. But for now, in this moment of quiet intimacy, it was enough. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way. As you snuggled into Natasha, the fragile contours of her body pressed against yours, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you. With each delicate curve of her form, you could feel the sharp edges of her bones, a painful reminder of the toll her eating disorder had taken on her.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you held her close, the weight of her fragility pressing down on you like a leaden weight. "Why, Nat?" you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of Natasha's unspoken pain hanging heavy in the air between you. But then, as your grip tightened around her, almost as if you were clinging to her for dear life, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I..." she began, her words faltering as if caught in the tangled web of her thoughts. But then, with a small shake of her head, she fell silent once more, the words hanging between you like an unspoken promise.

--

As you thought Natasha had drifted off to sleep, you reached for your phone, the glow of the screen illuminating the dimly lit room. With a deep breath, you dialed the number for the hospital, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to make a decision that would change everything.

"Hello, this is Dr. Y/l/n," you began, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in the pit of your stomach. "I need to take the next month off."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a hesitant voice. "Dr. Y/l/n, are you sure? We're short-staffed as it is, and your patients—"

"I'm sure," you interrupted, your tone firm and unwavering. "I've already made up my mind."

The person on the other end of the line hesitated, clearly taken aback by your sudden decision. "But Dr. Y/l/n you're one of our top surgeons. We can't afford to lose you—"

"I understand that," you replied, your voice tinged with frustration. "But right now, I need to take care of someone who needs me more than anyone else."

There was a moment of silence as the gravity of your words hung heavy in the air between you. And then, with a resigned sigh, the person on the other end of the line relented, agreeing to grant you the time off on the condition that you'd go unpaid for the month.

As you ended the call, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. You knew that taking time off from the hospital was a risk, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered was being there for Natasha when she needed you most.

But as you turned to check on her, you realized that she had been awake the whole time, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Natasha's voice cut through the silence of the room, her words heavy with emotion. "Why did you do that?" she asked, her eyes searching yours for answers.

You met her gaze, the weight of her question hanging heavy in the air between you. Taking a deep breath, you reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingering against her cheek.

"Because you needed me," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I love you, Natasha, and I would do anything for you."

Tears welled in Natasha's eyes as she listened to your words, her expression a mix of gratitude and disbelief. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. "For everything."

As Natasha's words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the room's ventilation system. You could see the turmoil swirling behind her eyes, the weight of her burdens threatening to crush her beneath their weight.

"Why did you do that, Natasha?" you asked gently, your voice laced with concern. "Why do you hurt yourself like this?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting away from yours as she searched for the words to explain the unexplainable. "It's… it's complicated," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Try me," you urged, your tone soft and understanding. "I want to understand, Natasha. I want to help you."

With a heavy sigh, Natasha began to speak, her words halting and uncertain at first, but gaining strength with each passing moment. "It's not just me," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's… it's the comments, the stares, the whispers behind my back."

Your heart ached as you listened to her words, the pain and anguish etched into every syllable. You knew all too well the harsh realities of the world Natasha inhabited, the constant scrutiny and judgment that followed her wherever she went.

"It's like… like I'm never good enough," Natasha continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I achieve, it's never enough. And the news, they… they only make it worse."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you watched Natasha unravel before you, the weight of her suffering a burden too heavy for her to bear alone. In that moment, you felt a surge of anger rise up within you, a burning indignation at the injustices Natasha had endured.

"And..." She trailed off

"And?" You pulled her into your arms, holding her close as if to show that you were there for her. You could feel the ache in her voice, the raw vulnerability laid bare before you.

"I just... You," Natasha began, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "You used to look at me with such... such longing. You'd initiate everything, your touch, your kisses... But lately, it's like you don't even see me anymore."

Your heart clenched at her words, unsure of what to do or say.

"I thought... I thought maybe it was because of how I looked," Natasha continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought if I worked out more, if I stopped eating, if I... if I purged, maybe you'd find me attractive again."

Your breath caught in your throat at her confession, the pain of her self-inflicted suffering tearing at your heartstrings. How could she think such a thing? How could she believe that her worth was tied to her appearance?

But you remained silent, allowing Natasha to speak, to purge the demons that haunted her soul. For in that moment, you realized that the only way to help her heal was to listen, to truly listen, without judgment or condemnation.

"I just wanted to be enough for you," Natasha whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "But I was so wrong, wasn't I? I was so wrong."

And as she buried her face in her hands, her words seemed to sink in, making you feel like the ground beneath you is crumbling away, leaving you adrift in a sea of guilt and self-loathing.

Your hands trembled as you pushed yourself away from Natasha, the weight of her words crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You stumbled backward, your eyes wide with shock as you realized the role you had played in her pain.

"Oh my god," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your own ragged breaths. " I did that"

Natasha's eyes widened in concern as she watched you retreat, her voice tinged with fear. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

But you couldn't answer, couldn't bring yourself to face her, not when the guilt threatened to suffocate you. You hated yourself in that moment, hated the way you had let work consume you, the way you had neglected the person you loved most in the world.

And then it hit you, a wave of overwhelming emotion crashing over you like a tsunami. You sank to the floor, your body racked with sobs as the weight of your own self-loathing bore down on you like a heavy burden.

Natasha's voice was a distant echo in the darkness, her words lost amidst the chaos of your own thoughts. But you could feel her presence beside you, her hand reaching out to touch your shoulder in a silent gesture of comfort and support.

But you couldn't bear it, couldn't bear the thought of her touching you, not when you were the reason she was in pain. So you pushed her away, stumbling to your feet and retreating further into the shadows.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, your voice barely audible above the storm of your own despair. "I'm so sorry, Natasha. I didn't mean to… I didn't know…"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the words tumbled from your lips in a frantic mantra, each repetition a desperate plea for forgiveness. But the only one you blamed was yourself, your own self-loathing swallowing you whole.

Natasha's voice was a distant echo in the chaos of your mind, her words lost in the tumult of your own despair. But you could feel her presence beside you, a steady anchor in the storm.

But even as she reached out to comfort you, you recoiled from her touch, the weight of your guilt too heavy to bear. You felt betrayed by yourself, , the person who had allowed this to happen.

"I'm sorry," you choked out once more, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Natasha. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to…"

But the words fell flat, empty and hollow in the face of your own self-condemnation. And as you sank further into the darkness, the weight of your own despair threatening to consume you, you knew that there was no escape from the demons that haunted you.

"Y/n, listen to me," Natasha's voice was firm, cutting through the haze of panic that clouded your mind. "You need to breathe. Deep breaths, okay?"

You nodded, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain control of your racing heart.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. "Inhale... and exhale. You're okay, I've got you."

You focused on her words, on the steady rhythm of her breathing, allowing them to anchor you in the present moment.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/n," Natasha continued, her grip on your hand reassuringly firm. "I'm right here with you, and I'm not letting you go."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you clung to her, the weight of your own self-loathing threatening to crush you beneath its suffocating embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Natasha," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't-"

Natasha silenced you with a gentle finger against your lips, her eyes soft with understanding. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured.

With trembling hands, you grasped Natasha's palms in yours, feeling the warmth of her touch seeping into your skin like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Without a word, you pulled her into a tight embrace, needing to feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your chest.

"I love you, Tasha," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pressed kisses against her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, each touch a silent testament to the depth of your love for her.

"I'm sorry for everything," you murmured between kisses, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for making you feel unloved, for neglecting you when you needed me most. I promise, I'll do better. I'll be better for you, for us."

Natasha's arms tightened around you, her own tears mingling with yours as she buried her face against your chest. "I love you too, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And I forgive you. We'll get through this together, I promise."

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Over the next few days, you devoted yourself wholeheartedly to supporting Natasha, determined to make amends for your past neglect. You woke up early to prepare nutritious meals for her, ensuring that she had the sustenance she needed to fuel her body and soul.

You gently guided her through each day, offering words of encouragement and reassurance whenever she needed them. You deleted all the news apps from her phone, shielding her from the harsh judgments and scrutiny of the outside world.

And when you learned of the agents who had dared to badmouth Natasha, you wasted no time in tracking them down and giving them a piece of your mind. With a fiery determination burning in your eyes, you confronted them head-on, refusing to let them tarnish Natasha's reputation any further.

"You have no idea what she's been through," you spat, your voice laced with righteous anger. "She's one of the strongest, most resilient people I know, and she deserves nothing but respect."

The agents cowered before you, their faces pale with guilt and shame. And as you walked away, leaving them to ponder the consequences of their actions, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Every time you sensed Natasha spiraling, you were there, a steady anchor in her stormy sea. You showered her with kisses, peppering her face with affectionate gestures, a silent reminder of the love that enveloped her. Your touch was a constant presence, your fingers entwined with hers or softly tracing patterns on her skin, a tangible reassurance that you were there for her, always.

You made sure she had everything she needed, anticipating her wants before she even voiced them. Whether it was a warm meal or a comforting hug, you were always one step ahead, ready to offer her solace in her moments of need.

But even as you tended to her, Natasha noticed the turmoil brewing beneath your surface. Despite your smiles and jokes, she saw the shadows lurking in your eyes, the weight of your own struggles weighing heavily on your shoulders. And though you tried to hide it, she knew that your sleepless nights were spent wrestling with demons of your own.

---

As the time came for you to return to work after a month of devoted care for Natasha, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. The thought of leaving her alone, vulnerable to the demons that had haunted her in the past, filled you with a gnawing anxiety.

You found yourself making up excuses, delaying your departure in a futile attempt to hold onto the precious moments you had shared together. But Natasha saw through your facade, her eyes searching yours for the truth that you were desperate to hide.

"Y/n, what's going on?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. "You've been acting strange lately, avoiding going back to work, making excuses to stay. Is something wrong?"

Your heart constricted at the concern in her voice, the weight of your own fears threatening to suffocate you. But you couldn't bring yourself to voice the truth, to admit to the depths of your own insecurities.

"I… I just don't want to leave you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid that if I go back to work, things will go back to how they were before. I'm afraid of losing you Tasha."

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, the vulnerability of your confession laying bare the depths of your fear. But Natasha's response was immediate, her arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, her warmth a comforting balm against the storm raging within you.

"Y/n, listen to me," she said, her voice steady and unwavering. "I'm not going anywhere. We've been through hell and back together, and I'm not about to let anything tear us apart."

With a heavy heart and a sense of resolve, you made the difficult decision to resign from your position, knowing that your place was by Natasha's side. As you prepared to leave, a fierce determination burned within you to make the most of the time you had left together.

With a hunger born of love and longing, you pulled Natasha into your arms, your lips seeking hers in a passionate kiss.

An so as you hold Natasha close, your heart overflowing with love and devotion, you feel the need to express the depths of your feelings to her.

"Nat," you begin, your voice soft and tender, "I need you to understand something. I love you more than words can express, more than I ever thought possible."

You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the warmth of her skin against your lips before continuing.

"I love you for who you are, not for your past or your appearance. Every part of you, every scar, every imperfection, it's all part of what makes you so incredibly beautiful to me."

Your fingers trace the contours of her face, your touch reverent and adoring.

"And I want you to know that my love for you will never waver. No matter what challenges we face, no matter what obstacles come our way, I will always be by your side, loving you with every beat of my heart."

Tears shimmer in Natasha's eyes as she listens to your words, her own heart swelling with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "More than you'll ever know."

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[ageofevermore]

NATASHAS SONG

SUMMARY — what if melina and alexei ran away with natasha and yelena instead of going back to the red room? what if you fell in love with your childhood best friend with blue hair and a stubborn personality? she said, i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine, in the sky, the pretty lights

WARNINGS — mentions of child abuse, the red room, soft melina, firecracker yelena, domestic alexei who knows better then to go against his wife’s wishes, hurt/comfort, found family

For the first seven years of your life, yelling was a pretty normal thing. Your mother yelled from the minute her eyes opened to the very last second before they closed, and somewhere in between all that yelling, there was hitting. She never tried to be a mean person, but she was insecure and not at all ready for kids when she fell pregnant at nineteen and was kicked out of her parents house. The both of you kind of floated around for a little bit. Your father worked a couple of jobs, but never long enough to truly settle down someplace, and he was off on the road more times then he was home anyways. But when you moved to Ohio, something changed. Your mom was still mean, your arms were still bruised, but your spirit wasn’t so crushed. Maybe it had to do with a little blue haired girl and her firecracker sister who lived next door.

It was Spring when you moved to that small town in Ohio, barely a mile long and kids at every corner, all playing on bikes and old swing sets, laughing until the street lights came on and they were called inside for dinner. You hadn’t seen her at first, but two weeks later, she was outside on a bicycle, pedaling angrily down the hill. You watched from your front steps as her front tire got caught on a rock, and the wheels spun out before she could hit the breaks, sending her to the pavement in seconds that felt like minutes to you. She didn’t cry. That was the first thing you noticed. She just stood up, bleeding knee and elbow and all, and muttered words to herself that were incomprehensible because of the distance between you. You met her halfway, her bike being walked beside her and a limp just barely noticeable, like she was trying to hide the pain she was in.

“I saw you fall.” Your words made her blush. They were blunt, not offering any emotion that gave away if you were concerned or rather just amused by her mistake, but your tone was soft. It felt almost contradictory, like you cared but didn’t at the same time.

Her chest puffed outward, like a threatened puffer fish desperately trying to defend itself, and then the stubborn response fell from her lips, “I didn’t fall.”

You just stared at her for a second, wondering if she was being serious. Even if you hadn’t seen the entire event play by play, her knee and her elbow were still bleeding, and her bike was scrapped up. It was evident something had happened. “You did.”

“No I didn’t.” She got closer to your face, hands balling into fists. She didn’t like that you’d seen her so weak, and that you gave no indication of your feelings about it, and even more so that she couldn’t read you enough to decipher your emotions, but you didn’t see that. All you saw was an angry little girl with the same characteristics as your mother before she struck. Shrinking backward, you meekly pointed to your front steps, where your bottle of bubbles was abandoned.

“I have bandaids.”

She followed you back to the house silently, scratched up bike trailing beside her.

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The days progressed slowly after your first initial meeting. It was a mutual friendship between the both of you, even if she was stubborn and you were quiet. Yelena did the talking for the most part, directing you with what she wanted to play and how she wanted to do it. Everyday that your father was away from the house, your mother seemed to get more unbearable, and by the end of the first month in Ohio the house was littered with crushed beer cans, but Natasha and Yelena were your escape. You never said much, or anything really, but it worked for you three. Natasha was quiet as well, whether it was because of you, or that was just her, you weren’t really sure, but neither of you had any qualms about following the blonde toddler around and doing as she instructed.

Yelena's favorite game was something Natasha had named upside down. Not the most creative, but telling of the activity. Yelena would force the both of you into backbends, and then fall into one herself, doing everything she could to make you both fall down before she did. The winner got nothing but bragging rights util the next round, but it was enough for her. Natasha never fell, but you let Yelena think she was beating you each and every time. There was no way Natasha didn’t know what you were doing, but she never said anything. Not until one night, when you were upside down and the bottom of your shirt rose to just above your belly button from how much you’d been swaying. She was behind you, watching your every move with her usual stoic expression, but her face melted into concern when she noticed the bruises littering your otherwise unmarked by life skin. It was the first time you’d seen anything but indifference from her.

She fell from her backbend first, ignoring Yelena’s victorious chants and taunts. She pushed you out of yours, your butt landing in a patch of dead grass and dirt, almost certain there was an ant hill beneath your body. You looked up at her in pure shock, spluttering to find words but failing. “Why did you do that?” It was the only thing you could think to say. You had no idea your shirt had risen, no idea that a small fraction of your truth was now out in the open and not confined to your one-story house how you liked it.

“How did you get that bruise?” She was blunt, to the point, an exact replica of how you’d been on that first day. Your head tilted to the right, eyes searching your body and finding no exposed skin that would give her any indication that your body was severely bruised and aching beneath your clothes. “On your stomach. Your shirt came up, I saw it.”

You shook your head, standing on your own two feet so you didn’t feel so small beneath her. You already felt small enough. You already had no power. “It was probably just a shadow.”

“I know what a bruise looks like.” She rebutted, the same stubborn fire burning in her eyes that you’d never seen crack even once. There was a hint of something in them, something that wasn’t stubbornness, but there wasn’t enough to tell what it was. Her hands reached for the hem of your shirt, but you’d run off before she could find out for herself. You faintly heard Yelena yelling at her sister for ruining the game, but you didn’t look back, not even once.

That night, you had no idea that Natasha had gone to her mother, and told her about the inky purple discoloration around your belly button, and you wouldn’t for a few months afterward, but it didn’t matter. You spent the next two weeks inside, avoiding Natasha and Yelena and hoping that they’d forget about it when you saw them next. They never did.

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It was around Christmas time when your father finally came home for longer than a couple nights at a time. Things were better when he was around, your mother wasn’t so bold, and the drinking wasn’t as heavy, but things were still bad. Highschool sweethearts with an accidental pregnancy and very little money could only last so long without chaos, and it seemed that they had reached the end of their rope. It was Christmas Eve when the fighting got so loud you could hear it through your closed bedroom door, even with your pillow over your ears and your small, trembling hands holding it there. When your father stormed out after fights, it's when your mother came to find you, and even if things were better, you still ended up with bruises that you had to find a way to hide from Natasha and her inquisitive stare.

It was after midnight when you’d finally had enough, glass shattering against a wall somewhere in the living room. Your mother was throwing things again, and the closer it got to your bedroom, the less you felt welcome. You snuck out of the window, only grabbing your favorite stuffed animal before you were migrating into Natasha’s backyard, through a hole in the bottom of the fence that got bigger every time somebody crawled through it, and knocked on the sliding glass door meekly. Melina was awake, nursing a glass of red wine while Alexei wrapped presents that were probably from Santa. The christmas tree was still lit up with hundreds of multi-colored bulbs, and you could spy a few handmade ornaments on the bottom of the tree that had Yelena’s name messily sprawled across them.

Both heads snapped toward you, hands twitching like they were about to reach for something, but defenses dropped when they saw your tear stained face and bare feet. Your tattered princess pajamas were worn, and the wrist length sleeves only came past your elbows, and the ankle length pants only came past your knees. Illuminated by the yellow glow of the house, every bruise on your soft skin was visible.

“Y/N.” Melina could only whisper your name into the night, too startled by what she saw to say anything else. Her arms felt maternal around your midsection as she hugged you, but your nerves were too shot by the hours of endless fighting and violence to respond properly, or at all. It seemed you were right back to that all too quiet little girl Natasha had finally broken down.

You didn’t have to say why you were there. With the sliding glass door open, both Melina and Alexei could hear shattering glass and loud cusses that were so vulgar, even they winced. Melina ushered you inside, while Alexei grabbed cookies from the kitchen to hopefully entice your walls to drop down. They’d seen you playing with Natasha and Yelena, and how you had become carefree and silly, but the girl before them now was practically a ghost.

After a few cookies, which you sheepishly munched on, anticipating them to be taken from you at any moment, you couldn't stop yourself from yawning. Melina smiled warmly, her hand hadn’t left your back since she ushered you to the couch, insisting that you eat a few cookies before doing anything else, but now it rubbed your back so comfortingly and soft, you almost started crying all over again. “Natasha and Yelena’s room is just to the left down that hallway. I can walk you there. You should get some sleep.”

“Home.” It was the first thing you said, and Melina almost crumbled hearing how soft your trembling syllables came out. She hadn’t spoken to you directly, letting Natasha and Yelena have their relationships without meddling too far, but she fell in love with you instantly. She wondered how anyone could ever hurt you, but she knew all too well how evil the world could be. She didn’t need to dwell on the question for too long to know it was just how some people were.

“You’re not going home tonight.” There was something in her voice, a faint twist of words that didn’t sound entirely american, now you know why, but then, you’d just chalked it up to exhaustion. “The girls will be so happy to have you here tomorrow. Alexei plans on making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, does that sound nice?”

With how small you were, brittle bones visible in every nook and cranny of your small body, Melina figured you weren’t fed as often as you should be. The dips in your collarbone and notches in your back from the impression of your spine are an obvious tell of malnourishment, but she doesn’t say that to you. Even thirty years later, she’d never once brought it up if you didn’t lead the conversation, and you were eternally grateful.

You nod sheepishly, only standing from the couch when she does first. You're still holding the white porcelain plate that chocolate chip cookies were once on, looking like a deer in headlights as you awaited directions for what to do with the plate. Melina smiled warmly, and it was being taken from your hands before you could worry too much. “Alexei will wash that, he’s still got dishes from dinner to catch up on.”

“It is your night to do… Um, yes. I have so many dishes to do, I will do that now.” He fumbled over his words after Melina sent him a pointed look. Under different circumstances you would’ve giggled, but instead, you just nodded and let yourself be led deeper into the house, until you made it to Natasha and Yelena’s bedroom, where whispering was blatantly obvious, not to mention the faint glow of yellow light escaping beneath the gap in the door.

Melina knocked before she entered, visibly amused with how quickly Natasha had shut off her flashlight and Yelena had covered her head with a soft pink blanket. You only realized now how cold you were, no shoes on your feet and skin exposed to the brutal Ohio winter despite the heat in the house. “I know you're awake, big girl. It’s alright.” The tone she used with Natasha made your heart ache, but you ignored the jealousy. Natasha deserved to have good parents, you couldn’t change yours, so you’d just have to deal.

“Mama, it’s Christmas Eve. Santa’s gonna come!” Yelena breathed in one breath, giving away her fake sleeping though you suspected Melina already knew. Natasha held her breath, almost like she knew something sinister that Yelena didn’t, but Melina sent her a wink and then looked back to her youngest firecracker.

“Santa’s already been. You’ll see it all in the morning.” The twinkle in Melina’s voice was nice, something you could’ve melted into if you weren’t so distraught from what you’d ran away from just an hour prior.

Yelena gasped, looking between her big sister and her mother in amazement, “You saw Santa?!”

“Mhm, we had a lovely chat about cheeky little girls who try to catch him when they know the rules. He’s asked you don’t peek until morning when we can open them together.” Yelena nods dutifully, and something in Natasha’s face says that this is new to her, that maybe life isn’t always as perfect as this moment. It makes you feel better, to know that maybe your house isn’t the only one with flaws.

“Mama, why is Y/N here?” Yelena asks the question on both girls' minds, and you notice that Natasha’s back straightens and she really takes in your appearance, trying not to let you see how she’s analyzing every bruise on your body.

“She’s going to be sleeping over. Why don’t you pull out your favorite pair of jammies for her, yes? These are a bit small.” You want to protest, and say that you’re okay, but Melina puts a hand on your shoulder like she can read your mind, and it silences any attempt you would’ve made to say that you're okay as you are.

Yelena races to hand you a pair of purple pajamas with ponies on the top. You recognize the characters from a few of her outside clothes, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle the ones occupying this pair. “She can sleep in my bed with me, Mama.” Natasha offers, and Melina praises her for her generosity before she’s ushering you into a bathroom just two doors down from the bedroom.

“May I help you, Y/N? I want to make sure there aren’t any cuts that need cleaning.” Melina lifts you onto the counter, not really waiting for you to agree, because she has a feeling you will anyway. The desperate desire to please her breaks her spirit a bit, but she doesn’t let you see that.

“No cuts.” You tell her, voice so quiet it's almost entirely drowned out by the overhead fan that’s intended to suck the moisture from the air when the shower is going. Melina hums, but she undresses you anyway, keeping her composure just barely as she sees all of the bruises that hide beneath the tattered fabric of your princess pajamas. “These are my favorite ones.” You don’t tell her they’re your only ones, because it doesn’t really matter, they were a gift for your fourth birthday, and despite the tight fit and holes, they were your absolute favorite.

“We’ll get you new ones.” It’s a promise, but you don’t say anything, you have a feeling it doesn’t matter if you protest, you’ll be getting new princess pajamas either way, and being defiant with somebody who is only trying to help you isn’t why you ran over here. You just nod weakly, letting Melina inspect your bruises and avoiding eye contact at all cost. “Yelena’s might be a bit big on you, she’s quite a few inches taller. How old are you, sweetheart?” There’s a word on the tip of her tongue that she doesn’t say, but you don’t think anything of it. Later, a few years down the line, you’ll know that she intended on calling you a russian pet name, but for now, you just excuse her odd behavior and accent as exhaustion on both your parts.

“Seven.” You hold up seven fingers, the first sign of a little girl you show her. Her Yelena does the same any time she’s asked her age, holding up three fingers proudly, but always following up with how she’s going to be four soon. It’s an endearing habit that Natasha was never conditioned to adhere to, but Melina wishes she was. Melina wishes so much for Natasha, but being a widow had come first for so long.

“Just a few years younger than Natasha.” Melina makes conversation, although you’re already aware that your friend is nine, almost ten. You appreciate the conversation, even if you're reluctant in joining it. “I’ve seen you climb that tree in the backyard. Yelena wants to be just like you, but she’s a bit sheepish when it comes to heights.”

Your eyes sparkle like the stars that shine overhead in the sky when no clouds are present, and its so endearing that Melina almost cries. “Really? Like me?”

“My girls are quite fond of you, and I can see why. Now, stay put while I grab a wash towel, okay? These feet are awfully dirty.” Melina traces a finger along the soul of your foot, and you wiggle away from the ticklish sensation with a shy grin. She’s back in only seconds, with a washcloth that also has the same ponies on it as the shirt she’s folded and placed on the counter beside you. “Yelena’s quite fond of My Little Pony, I hope these are okay for the night.”

You nod, not bothered by what design is on the clothes you’ve been given, just appreciative that you won't be so cold and exposed anymore. “You won’t tell, right? Mommy doesn’t mean to be mean, she’s just sad.”

Melina hates how gentle your heart is, how easy you are at forgiving her for hurting you, she tells Natasha so often to protect her heart, to not let Dreykov take it, but she wishes you would protect yourself. To realize how you're being treated isn’t what you deserve. She kisses your head when you're standing in front of her, feet clean and My Little Pony pajamas swimming on your frail body. You just look at her, with wide innocent eyes that are screaming for this kind of affection from your own parents.

Melina falls in love with you that night, and that house becomes your home for the next year.

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You’re eight when everything changes. Your father had left for good a few months before everything changed, packing up all of his things and kissing your head before he pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell and left you alone with your mother. You hadn’t seen him since, and the bad things had only gotten worse, but you’re able to hide it from everyone but Natasha and Melina. Alexei notices too, but he seems to notice your apprehension toward him, and lets his wife handle you mostly. He takes no offense, always offering you cookies when you sneak over in the middle of the night, and picking up treats for you in mind when he’s coming back from a day at the office. You feel a part of the family, and they’re all willing to welcome you.

It’s nine in the evening when you hear the whistle. You and Natasha had decided that you needed a secret code a few months ago, when she knocked on the door to ask if you could play and nobody answered. When you heard it that night, your mother had just finished taunting you, tearing apart a pair of pajamas Melina had purchased, and was now locked in her bedroom with a bottle of beer while you wept in the corner of your bedroom. Natasha had whistled, and a few minutes later you immersed on the porch with red rimmed eyes and the remnants of what was once a yellow set of jammies in your hands. Natasha didn’t ask, she already knew, but she didn’t have time to comfort you.

“We’re leaving. Mama wants you to come. Pack a bag and be outside in five minutes, Papa’s packing the car. We’re spies.” You just looked at her, unsure of if she was joking, but Natasha never joked. She was always serious, always stubborn, always telling the truth because she had no time for lies to fall apart in her hands. You admired that, because Yelena loved to spin lies into truths and confuse everyone with what actually happened.

You did as she asked, throwing the new princess pajamas into a backpack as well as a few outfits and your favorite stuffed animal. You didn’t need anything else, mostly because you didn’t have anything else. The tube of bubbles your mother had bought for you when you first moved to Ohio had run out, and nothing had been bought to replace them. All you had was a few pairs of pajamas and a couple outfits, all bought by Melina after she noticed your slim to none selection of clothing.

You met Natasha outside like she asked, and took one final look at that house before getting in the car, not knowing that you would never see it, or your mother, again.

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When you were fifteen and Natasha was sixteen, just a few days shy of her birthday, something changed between you. You're not sure when or how, but nothing was the same after that night, things only got better. You were somewhere in upstate New York, the fourth time you had moved that year, when you noticed how simple she looked beneath the moonlight. Her hair was no longer blue, but instead, her natural deep crimson color and tossed into a ponytail messily. It was slipping down from everything you’d done that day, but she didn’t fix it, just let a few wavy strands fall in front of her eyes without care. She wasn’t a fan of makeup, so her freckles were on full display as she looked at you, and as she leaned in closer, so close you could feel her exhale against your lips, so close, it felt like she was the only person in the world, and that was okay with you. You kissed that night, beneath the moonlight and the stars, and it was like everything that was ever out of place had finally fit together, like you had finally completed an old puzzle.

Melina and Alexei had seen the entire thing play out. The house was two stories, one of the bigger ones you’d been in since leaving Ohio behind, and the back porch overlooked a treehouse in the backyard. You spent almost all of your time in the treehouse, and while Yelena was out exploring the town, you and Natasha had settled into your favorite hideaway while Melina and Alexei nursed glasses of red. Neither were surprised, and neither questioned you when you finally came back inside with flushed cheeks and a sprinkle of something new in your eyes, just smiled at each other and placed a bet on how long it would take for you both to realize you’d been in love since that first night in Ohio with bandaids and scratched bikes.

You got married at twenty-three and twenty-five, and Alexei owed Melina twenty bucks, and all you did was laugh, and pop a bottle of champagne, and thank Ohio for the life it had given you.

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Save the Cat

Summary: Natasha has to save you. She has to.

Pairing: LadyThor!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Feline!Reader

Warnings: Mind control, Dreykov, blood, Reader hurting Natasha physically and emotionally.

A/N: If you don't already know by the title and character type you are, this was taken from She-Ra's episode of the same title. Hope you enjoy Lady Natasha (Iron Maiden as I've called her in this).

*this is official Marvel comic art of "Natalia Romanova Earth-23223", credit to Marvel*

“Now for the last time - Where. Is. Y/N?” Natasha spat at Dreykov.

“Natasha?” Your weak voice echoed from somewhere.

“Kotenok?! Where are you?!” Worry laced her tone.

“Ah, yes. Your little kitten.” Dreykov chuckled, sitting back in his chair.

“She hoped you would come for her, the poor thing. So all I had to do was wait. As she would have said, you are so very predictable. Come here, child.” 

Natasha watched as two taller Widows led you through the main door, your head covered by a hood before you unveiled it. Your sclera were tinged green, a sign of Dreykov’s controlling poison, and your mane…

Your beautiful mane… it was cut short and firmly combed against your head. Your ears stuck upright, as they normally did, but there was no mane to compliment them now. You looked robotic, and even your voice was wrong.

“Hello, Natalia.” 

That name gave her shivers when it came from your tongue. It didn’t belong there; she was Natasha, Tasha, even Natty - anything but Natalia.

“What did you do to her?!” She growled, lunging towards the Widows to free you but they blocked her, dragging and holding her back as you knelt down in front of Dreykov and bowed.

“I have made her anew. I saw her mind, so ensnared in grief and rage and pain… and I brought her to the light. Isn't that right, little one?” He asked as he offered his hand, which you took, nuzzling his arm lovingly.

That was a gesture Natasha knew to be reserved for her. “Y/N, you have to fight it!” She begged you.

“My place is with the Red Room, Natalia. I don't want to leave.” You stated monotonously.

“Tell her what I've done for you, little one.” Dreykov stopped touching the chip in your neck and let you go, urging you to go to Natasha.

You walked over to her forced kneel, tears brimming her eyes as you leaned over her. “Dreykov has given me peace. Something you could never do.” 

You held her cheek, a gesture Natasha craved but she never had the thought to ask you for. “You broke my heart. But he has made it whole again. Don't you see? This is for the best. I'm happy here. You could be happy, too.”

Natasha glared at Dreykov over your shoulder. “Let. Her. Go.” She snarled, the tear falling down her cheek contrasting her emotion.

Dreykov walked over to you and let his hand fall to your neck, holding the scruff and rendering you motionless. “Shall we make a deal, Natasha? I will give her to you, if you want her, that is... But first, you must do something for me. You… will give me the hammer.”

“Never.” She declared, knowing how much power Dreykov could have if Mjolnir was under his control.

“Very well.” He pressed a button on the smart device of his chair's arm.

Natasha fell forwards as the comm device in her ear released a high pitch noise. She threw it down and Dreykov crushed it beneath his boot, a touch of her finger to the ear canal showing red blotches.

“You miscalculated. I see all. I know all. You thought yourself worthy to challenge me, just because of that stupid hammer! But you are nothing, save the last of the First Widows to fall at my hands. You have led your friends to destruction.”

Natasha lifted her eyes at the sound of your gasp, your sclera dimming back to their natural feline colour with your pupils looking down at her - before Dreykov took control again. 

She saw you.

“Go on, fulfill your purpose. Bring out the hammer, and strike me down.” He dared Natasha, who was almost at the point of sobbing.

“Alas… you two must have a lot of catching up to do. I will leave you to it. Let me know when you're ready to make a deal.” He patted your head and you purred softly.

Natasha’s heart cracked at that.

But when your claws extended, she knew what was going to happen. She dodged the first punch, weaving around you so as to not hurt you. A kick to the face was close, but she caught your ankle.

You simply extended your leg violently, bringing her to the ground. You threw a punch to her head but she rolled out of the way, kicking you up gently but firmly. You reacted quickly and grabbed her by the hair, ready to claw out her eyes but she cocked your elbow up and pushed you down by the shoulder, holding you in a painful position.

“Y/N, listen to me. I know you're still in there. I am not leaving without you.” Natasha sniffled, her heart and mind battling for you and her safety.

“It's gonna be okay, just let me help you-” She cut herself off as the bones in your arm twisted unnaturally, distracting her from the three claws below long enough for you to rip through her suit and make her groan out in pain.

You weaved around Natasha, wrapping your arms around her almost lovingly; one hand over her shoulder and the other against her waist, your tail curling around her leg as you nuzzled against her neck. “Everything is already okay. We are with Dreykov now. There is no need for you to suffer, Natalia. Come into the light with me.”

Natasha yelled as she grabbed the hood of your suit and threw you over her from behind herself, throwing you back towards Dreykov’s desk before the chip in your neck hit the edge of the table. 

Your dark laughter sent chills down her spine - she knew that laugh. 

You always used it when you trained against other young Widows - right before you killed your opponent.

“Snap out of it, Y/N! I don't want to hurt you…” Natasha pleaded desperately.

You finished laughing with a satisfied breath, your head cocking to the side. “But you have already hurt me. Dreykov has set me free of that pain. The pain that you caused.”

You stood, lifting your leg to lean against the desk. “He will set us all free… forever. A world of peace, without end.”

You used your strength to push off of the corner, giving you a serious height advantage over Natasha to throw a punch. You missed, and she hit you across the face, trying to recalibrate your mind like she did with Clint all those years ago.

You then landed one right against her cheekbone, almost breaking it, before you lunged with your claws. She gripped your wrists and matched your steps backwards as you walked towards her, but she shoved you with enough force to have you tipping towards the glass window that led to a near-fatal drop.

“Y/N!” She yelled in concern.

You noticed the lower glass windows and laughed wickedly, stepping back to the ledge before you let yourself go. Natasha lunged forward and grabbed you by the belt of your suit, pulling you into a tight hug that was a few steps back from the ledge.

She cried out in pain as your claws dug into her back, easily tearing through her serum-ised skin. 

“Oh, Natalia… How long will you drag this out? You will destroy the ones you love in the process.” Your voice came out distorted, almost like Dreykov was speaking through you, whispering in her ear.

You kneed Natasha in the stomach, winding her slightly whilst she groaned painfully. With her distracted by the pain of her body and her heart, you held her by the collar of her suit as she leaned over the ledge, hanging by your hand.

You and Dreykov sighed out of one mouth. “She was afraid, in the end. And she suffered. Perhaps I will make her my new vessel. Though, she would not last me long. What do you think… Natalia?” Dreykov’s voice disappeared upon her name.

In anger directed at Dreykov, she gripped onto your arm and pushed back with all her might, slamming you into the desk and subsequently, the screens behind it. Electricity sparked from them and connected to your chip, the jolting sensation causing you to laugh.

Natasha watched the green fade in your eyes again, revealing the fear beneath.

“I am not giving up on you, Y/N!” She yelled, determined.

“Then you're a fool. You cannot stop the Red Room. Dreykov will reign triumphant over all the universe. It is… destiny.” 

You cried out as the electricity from the breaking monitors electrocuted you. “No!” Natasha growled defensively, pulling you away from them. Soon enough, the screens exploded and Natasha dove in front of the desk, one hand cradling your head.

She saw the chip crackle with overloaded energy, your closed eyes fluttering open to see that through your fighting, her hair tie had been sliced and her beautiful red waterfalls of soft locks drifted down her shoulders.

Your breathing was ragged as you spoke. “Natasha… you should have stayed away. Why did you come back? We both know I don't matter!”

She cupped your cheek, frowning in light confusion. Didn't you know? “You matter to me!”

Tears welled in both of your eyes as you held her wrist softly, only for Dreykov to take back control. You gripped it tighter, using it to pull yourself up and slap Natasha across the face.

Your body moved towards the ledge but the chip was failing; your poison dosage was failing, and the jolts were signs of it. You faltered in your step as you regained brief control, standing no further than a metre from the ledge.

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve never listened to anyone in your entire life! Are you really going to start now?!” She scoffed, but her pleading tone never left.

You turned to face her, green flashing away. “You’re such an idiot.” You smiled softly.

“Yeah, I know.” She chuckled.

You hugged yourself tightly, Dreykov’s whispers fading in and out of your mind. Natasha took a small step towards you. “I’m going to take you home. You’re going to be safe, with me, like you always were.”

“P-Promise?” You stammered, two tears making tracks down your face.

“I promise!” She nodded frantically, holding her hand out to you.

“Tasha…” You reached for it, wanting to be back with her.

But electricity jolted at your neck and your wrist flexed up, away from her. Dreykov’s voice overpowered yours and you stood up straight, your neck cracking.

“Disappointing. Some creatures are destined only for destruction.” Your voices layered once more.

The chip self-destructed, sending thousands of volts through your neck and a blood-curdling shriek echoing into the halls and the entire facility. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

And you fell.

“NO!” Natasha yelled, but you smashed through the glass.

She didn’t hesitate to jump after you.

When she woke, she saw you lying limply on the cold ground a few metres away. Her head pounded, she was most definitely concussed, and when she tried to stand her deformed leg screamed in pain so she face-planted. 

Still, she crawled over to you, sitting up to assess the damage done to you. “Y/N?” She asked shakily.

Your chest was moving rapidly, short and sharp breaths making her lungs burn with more than just pain. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” She pulled you in close to her, cradling your head against her shoulder whilst her other arm supported your back.

Footsteps surrounded her, but she simply cried into your shoulder. If this was to be your last moment on Earth, she would be here with you until the end.

“I am sorry for the needless waste, Natalia. It did not have to be like this.” Dreykov spoke through a Widow, clearly older than the others.

“Are you ready to cooperate?” 

Natasha’s breath shook as she held you. Should she? Should she really cooperate with this man? Would he kill everyone she loved until he would?

Her mind continued to spiral whilst her heart took control.

He would have nothing by the time she was done with him.

The bright cyan in her eyes caused the controlled Widows to step back, the Bifrost opening up for her. She stood easily, holding you in one arm whilst the other rose to the heavens. Piece by piece, the suit unravelled onto her arms as electricity crackled around her form. Her hair fell into two thick braids, her helmet falling over them and her eyes, whilst her boots finished forming under her heels.

Mjolnir’s handle fell into her grasp, forming back together with every broken chunk glowing with pure power. At almost six foot four, the red cape settled by her ankles as she looked down at you.

Your breathing wasn’t as ragged anymore.

She swept you onto her shoulder before she attacked the Widows, the cracked Mjolnir splitting out with her attacks to wind them or put them on the floor. An elbow to the face here, the butt of the hammer's handle there, before she blasted five of them with enough electricity to send one to their grave.

She stood over the only conscious one, her sclera a sickly green as Dreykov watched through.

“You miscalculated, Dreykov.” She hissed, electrifying the girl just enough to put her to sleep.

She adjusted you into a bridle hold and found the Quinjet in the southwest corner, with Yelena and Wanda waiting for you both as they held off as many Widows as possible.

“Bozhe moi. (My God.)” Yelena gasped after they were all down.

“The Iron Maiden. She’s back.” Wanda guffawed, but noticed your limp form in her arms.

“Keep her safe, keep her still.” Natasha ordered, the two moving inside.

She lifted her hammer to the darkening skies, lightning connecting to Mjolnir before she threw it down and blew up the facility from the inside out, pure vengeance coursing through her veins at the mere thought of what they had done to you controlled or not.

She turned to walk inside, watching Yelena struggle juggling you and the ship. "Beta-01: Yelena Belova! Natasha, your Quinjet is being dumb!"

“Alpha-01: Natalia Alianovna Romanova.” Natasha spoke out into the room.

“Administrator confirmed. Welcome, Natasha Romanoff.”

“Hey, FRIDAY. Get us home.” She smiled gently before a red tendril wrapped around her wrist.

Wanda and Yelena had tears in their eyes as they sat on either side of your still form. Natasha came to you and lifted you into her arms, being gentle as she adjusted you.

“Come on, kotenok. You’re not done, not yet.” She cooed, pressing her forehead against yours.

“Time to come home.”

Wanda and Yelena moved back as Natasha began to glow, her entire form consumed in the Bifrost colours that soon consumed you too. Natasha’s light began to brighten exponentially, causing Wanda and Yelena to cover their eyes.

Once it was gone, they saw Natasha sitting in her torn-up suit, still holding you close. 

A cough made Natasha’s happy tears form, your heterochromatic feline eyes making her smile.

“Hey, Natasha.” You grimaced, pressing your ear against her chest to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

She cried freely, as she had always done with you, before pulling you into a tight hug. You gasped slightly, but you wrapped your arms under and over her shoulders, nuzzling into her neck.

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Nightmares plagued your mind, only this time, it wasn’t Wanda doing it. Flashes of being submerged in a big green tank, bubbling heat consuming you whilst Widows held your thrashing form down.

“NATASHA!” You roared yourself awake, a pool of sweat collected on the bed underneath you.

You shook and curled in on yourself, and when the door opened and light landed on you, you flinched and hissed at it.

“Hey hey hey, it’s just me.” Natasha cooed, coming towards you quickly which made you flinch again.

“Easy, kotenok. Shh shh shh…” She soothed you, slowly raising her hands to touch your cut hair.

An instinctive yowl came from you but you took a few deep breaths before you fell into Natasha. Childhood memories flooded back as she comforted you - brushing through your mane of hair, gently running her fingers up and down your back, pulling your tail to wrap around her.

“I’m right here.” She murmured softly in your ear.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly and she winced, instantly making you let go. “What… What did I do?” You gasped gravelly.

Though you were stiff, you pulled Natasha down onto the bed. She didn’t fight you; this was what you needed. She did, however, gently pull up the back of her shirt, showing you the scabbing wounds that were your claw marks.

You looked all over her body, not just at those. Several claw marks grazed across her thigh, there were a few by her shoulder blade. All of this pain, you’d given it to her. 

“I… I’m so sorry.” You slowly fell into a meltdown.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry, Tasha. I-I-I couldn’t control it, he was too strong.”

Natasha turned herself over at the sound of your tear-filled words, your face screwed into absolute guilt and regret. She gently pulled you down next to her, pulling the bedsheets on top of you both as you continued to cry.

She lifted her hand to your head and gently began to run her fingers through the short strands, scratching a few times behind your ears. She knew you were calmer when your tail curled around her leg, but she did not stop comforting you once.

“It was not your fault, Y/N. Do you hear me? It wasn’t you. Dreykov hurt me, Dreykov made me bleed, not you.” She murmured.

She waited until your meltdown was reduced to sniffles, still never stopping her ministrations. She gently kissed your cheek, pulling you even closer into her body, her own eyes pricking with tears.

“Purr for me, kotenok.”

You shook your head as it was nuzzled against her neck. “I-I can’t.”

“You can. I know it’s scary, knowing that you did it for him, but he is gone now. He can never hurt you or make you hurt anyone ever again.” She promised you, sealing it with a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Please purr for me.”

You tried a few times but it didn’t come out. You huffed slightly at yourself, Natasha withholding her chuckle at your cute angry face, until it broke through.

You tried it again. It happened.

Natasha nuzzled into your neck after she adjusted you to lie slightly on top of her. Her hands fell to your side and your tail instantly moved to curl around it, letting her scratch it softly. You purred gently because your chest was still sore from your fight, but it was enough for Natasha.

“Thank you. How are you feeling now?” She asked you quietly, moving a small strand of hair out of your face.

You didn’t answer her question, nuzzling against her instead. Everything inside of you was raging like a thunderous cloud, but Natasha was slowly shining her warmth. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” She murmured, softly rubbing up and down your back; even drawing small circles and lines. “I’ve got you.”

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A/N: This is was going to be a mini-series based on She-Ra but I couldn't be bothered and I knew it would take way too long. So, you guys got the best bit imo :)

[scarletwidowsbaby]

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Fluff

Don’t Knock It Till You Try It - Fem!Reader

Summary: A girls day and night might just push you in the right direction. Warnings: Suddenly abusive relationship, toxic lover, Nat is your safety net, sexual suggestion.

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Coping Mechanisms - Fem!Reader, Part 2

Summary: The fight is over. Mourning has begun. And the rescue mission to bring Tony home has another addition. Warnings: Light smut, breast play, lots of kissing, death, anguish.

Dark

Smut

Tasty Treat - Vampire!Nat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha wants to treat you to a nice day out, a party, and a wonderful night. Warnings: BDSM elements, fluffy lovey-dovey stuff, hungry vampires, possessive Natasha, sex toys, cunnilingus, overstimulation, orgasm denial. 18+ only, minors dni.

[scarletssienna]

Beggin' for Footnotes

Summary - Some things aren’t meant to last forever. And despite you and Wanda loving each other you’re not sure if it’s going to work out anymore. 4.0k word count

Warnings - Hurt (not much comfort), heavy angst, swearing, mommy Wanda, oral, fingering, face slapping, sub!reader, degradation, praise, begging, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare, hair pulling, mean Wanda, edging, face-sitting, thigh riding

AN - This is my first post on here! I’ve done writings in the past but I thought I’d try a new format and space to post it! :)) I plan on continuing this if I can find the energy lol!

Part 2

18+, minors + men dni

Not every love was supposed to last. No matter how great, how wonderful, sometimes things still end. You knew Wanda like the back of your hand. And she knows you all the same. So when one of her vices came up after one of your worst fights, you could only watch. Wanda stood out on the back porch. Cigarette between her two fingers as she stared off into the darkness. There was this empty sickening in both of your stomachs that this may be the end. At this point, all options and solutions had been exhausted. You knew it was time. You watched out the kitchen window, unable to tear your eyes away as she slowly inhaled before a large cloud of smoke dissipated into the air, the cold temperatures enhancing it. Your fingers squeezed the sponge from the sink as soapy water flooded between your fingers. The dishes had been long forgotten lately as neither of you had had the energy to wash them. This was unusual for Wanda as she liked to keep the house showroom ready at all times. You forcefully ripped your eyes away from her as you began to wash the dishes, trying to make up for anything you could. To fix what you could in this messy situation. 

The house that had once been so loud with laughter and joy now lingered in empty silence. Your playlist of every song you two had loved played softly over the speakers around the house. If it had been several months ago you would have pulled her closely in your arms, dancing around the kitchen despite her laughs and teases about how cheesy it was. Her nose would crinkle as you sang along in Sokovian to one of her favorite songs. You butchered the pronunciation, but you would try, she could tell. She would have given in eventually and threaded her hands in your hair as she rested her forehead against yours. You would have kissed her, kissed her as if she was going to leave the second you let go. In this reality, she very well might.

You watched out the window again for a moment before getting distracted by the dish you were washing. The knife in your hands harshly tore against your flesh and you quickly dropped the knife into the sink, a soft yelp leaving your lips. You backed away quickly as blood began to drip down your hand. It was a quick scramble for the kitchen towel as you tried to stop the bleeding. Wanda had always been there to comfort you when you were injured in the past. You bit the inside of your cheek trying to stop it as tears quickly began to fall on your face. You let off a soft sob as you abandoned the dishes, heading upstairs to your shared bedroom. Hurrying into the bathroom you discarded the bloodied towel onto the sink countertops and washed the wound before messily bandaging it up. You had never been very good at doing it yourself so Wanda had always insisted on caring for you but you didn't think that was very well an option at this point. 

Tears flooded down your face as the events from the night tore your heart into shreds. You were no longer crying due to the injury. It was a different kind of pain. You stumbled over to the bed and threw your pants onto the floor before climbing into your side of the bed. The sheets were quickly pulled up to your chin as your hand covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sobs. Quickly, you drifted off into a tired and pained sleep. 

When Wanda returned inside she hadn't expected to see dishes washed especially as she investigated further and saw the drops of blood on the floor and a bloody knife in the sink. Despite the fight, she still cared and loved you. She quickly rushed upstairs in an attempt to find you. When she noticed the door slightly ajar and silence in the room she quietly peaked her head in. She sighed relieved when she saw you asleep in bed, seemingly uninjured from her view. The smell of cigarettes covered her and she wandered quietly off to the bathroom to take a shower, shutting the bathroom door behind her. For everyone but you her walls were high. She hardly let anyone in. and when she did, it felt as if it always ended this way. The feeling of being cursed towards relationships had set in. She washed her hair, going over the fight in her head as she wondered what could have gone differently, how she could save it. If it was even worth it at this point. 

Tensions had been rising over the past couple of weeks. You both had been working too much recently and had hardly had time for one another. It seemed as if every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, sleep, repeat. It had been killing you both. The littlest things set you both off. It would end up in screaming matches and sleeping alone every time. What set you both over the edge this time was not so little. Natasha, your mutual friend, had begun flirting with you. While she respected your relationship, she had always believed you two were not good for each other. So when you fought last week and you ended up at her house she had done nothing but comfort you. You thought nothing of Natashas' intentions but Wanda knew otherwise. This had sent her into a fit of rage when Natasha dropped you off this morning and kissed your cheek goodbye. 

You both fought for hours, arguing about anything that came to mind, but mainly Natasha. Had you understood and been able to read her mind as well, you would have understood her intentions and sided with Wanda, not seeing Natasha anymore. But you couldn't and this frustrated Wanda. When she attempted to control your mind you quickly noticed and this sent you two further down the line of fighting. You hated it when she used her powers on you. When you thought to yourself that you wished you could just forget everything that had happened Wanda broke. She had misunderstood. Thinking you had meant forgetting her. Silence fell over the fight and she went outside to have a cigarette. Her thoughts consumed her as her heart hurt. 

With how often the fights had been recently as well as how busy you've been, you'd not been intimate in weeks. The tension begins to tear you both apart. When she finished her shower she pulled on an old t-shirt and shorts before popping her head out the bathroom door to check if you were still sleeping. When she saw you, she had to determine what to do. Did she sleep with you? Or did she go to the guest room? She decided that you wouldn't want her in bed and quietly tip-toed to the guest room based on what she had misunderstood. That night she cried herself to sleep as well. 

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When you woke up the next morning you sat up groggily and sighed to yourself as you didn't see Wanda in bed, the memories of the night prior sinking in. Despite your anger you went to see where she had slept for the night, mostly just wanting to make sure she hadn't ended up locked out on the porch freezing to death. You saw her asleep in the guest room, her makeup smudged and muddled from tears, and her shower. You sighed and went back to your room to get ready for the day. It was unusual for you to be up first and you made use of it, quietly leaving for work before she awoke. 

You returned home late that night, having gone to the bar after work with a few co-workers to unwind and relax. All you could think about was Wanda and the ache between your legs grew. You were mad, but maybe you needed that. You quietly entered the house, making a note to lock the door behind you before heading to find Wanda. You weren't extremely intoxicated, but the anger, lack of quality sleep, stress, and tequila were having a bit of an impact. You could tell she had been home for a couple of hours, the discarded takeout garbage by the trash. Suddenly she caught your eye outside on the back porch. Of course, she was smoking again. You thought to yourself before acting on impulse. You went to the door and harshly pulled the sliding door open. She let out a startled gasp that didn't happen often as she always seemed aware of your presence. 

“Get inside.” You said firmly in a tone that had been unusual for you to take on with her. You had always been the more submissive in the relationship. The words shocked you both a little. She obliged anyway, out of more surprise than anything. She put the cigarette out before coming inside. You shut the door behind her, looking into her eyes before quickly pressing her against the door in a bruising kiss. She yelped out of surprise before kissing back, her hands tangling into your hair. She ignored the taste of tequila on your lips as she knew she tasted like cigarettes and couldn't defend herself for that. 

You made quick work of snaking your hand underneath her shirt, groping her chest as your tongues began to fight. She had never seen this level of dominance out of you. While it surprised and intrigued her, she couldn't have it. You both knew you were just trying to get a reaction out of her as it had been entirely too long since you two had done anything together. Her hand tightened with a grip of your hair as she roughly pulled your head back, quickly beginning to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a moan as she tugged at your hair, stumbling backward slightly as she pushed you off of her. 

“Upstairs. “ She muttered firmly. You could see the darkness in her eyes and did not question it, quickly moving upstairs to your room. The past few weeks your dynamic had been shallow and lacking. You both needed rules in life. You need a guideline to follow, and she needs an outlet of control. When you got upstairs you looked around the room, taking several deep breaths before going to crack a window to get some airflow. Your jaw clenched as you took a few deep breaths trying to focus on relaxing. You closed the curtains forcefully, a little too forcefully perhaps as they, along with the curtain rod came tumbling down. Your heart sank as tears filled your eyes, threatening to fall as you knew Wanda would be mad. As you heard her footsteps approach you quickly tugged off your shirt, tossing it in a pile alongside your discarded pants. You had already dug your grave and it was getting deeper. Thoughts raced through your head about what punishment would come. The more you thought the more your legs pressed together for any kind of release you could gain. Just as you sat down on the bed the door swung open. “What the hell was that?” She asked. Her voice was angry and her accent began to peak through her words as she spoke. Her head quickly turned and noticed the window. “Did you do this?” she asked in almost a patronizing tone. She knew you did it, the guilt on your face was obvious. 

You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth as she spoke, gnawing on it nervously as you considered your options. Slowly, you shook your head, the hesitation clear as tears brimmed your eyes. She walked over to you, one eyebrow raised in a way that she knew made you weak in the knees. She raised her hand before a loud echoing slap hit your cheek. You let out a moan and pressed your legs together harder as tears finally fell.  “Lying gets you nowhere. I'll ask you again, Detka.” she paused, faining tenderness as she wiped a tear away from your face. “Did you do this?” every word she spoke was drawn out and stern as she raised her eyebrow and held your chin in place, forcing you to look into her eyes. Slowly you began to nod, bracing yourself for the slap you knew was about to come. When she raised her hand a slap did not come. Instead, she giggled at your flinch and reached down, snapping your bra snap on your shoulder. “This is what happens when little girls try to do things that are too big for them,” she spoke slowly, making sure each word sunk in. “You didn't even have time to fully undress for Mommy.” she shook her head and snapped your bra strap once again before pushing you to lay back on the bed. She climbed on top of you, straddling one of your thighs as she ground her hips, working herself up. 

“Please Mommy,” you whined out softly as your hips raised into her, begging for any amount of pleasure you could get. Another slap fell hard across your cheek and you felt your thoughts slowly drift further into a fuzzy headspace. You moaned at the feeling. Her hand was wet from the tears that had fallen down your face and she made it a point to wipe her hand on your bare stomach. 

“I didn’t permit you to speak. Did I?” She asked firmly as she leaned down, kissing and nipping at your neck. You shook your head frantically as you struggled to keep your hands by your sides.  She slid her hands back up your stomach and muttered under her breath. “Good girl.” Before pulling your bra down to reveal your breasts. She wasted no time as she quickly kissed down towards your chest, taking the small bud into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around your nipple as her hand snaked down into your panties, finally touching you where you needed it most. She gasped dramatically and pulled her head up, locking eyes with you when she felt your wetness. Your face turned a deep shade of red as she proceeded to tease and taunt you for how wet you had been at her from only just slapping and teasing you. All of your thoughts were consumed by her in a fuzzy bliss. 

Without warning she slipped two fingers inside of you easily. Her fingers made quick work of pumping in and out, stretching and curling them just where you needed it most. You moaned loudly and wrapped your arms around her back, pulling her body closer to you as you hid your face in her shoulder, biting down softly on the tender flesh. This depicted a soft moan from Wanda as her hips jerked slowly against your thigh. She pulled her body back with a grin as she began to bite softly across your jaw. 

“Let me see your pretty face baby. I want to see you while I fuck you.” She said her fingers worked faster, her thumb reaching up to touch your throbbing clit. You blushed red as you looked into her eyes. The moon was shining through the window casting a moonlit glow across her face, a smirk forming across it. Just as quickly as she worked you up to an orgasm, she stopped. She pulled her hand away quickly and you found yourself frantically reaching for her wrist as your hips jerked underneath her.

“No! Mommy!” You yelled out exasperated as tears fell quickly from your eyes at the loss of sensation. She smirked down at you, her tongue slowly licking her lips. 

“You didn't think I'd let you cum that quickly after what a brat you've been the past few weeks little girl?” She asked in a patronizing manner as she pulled her hand out of your panties and brought her fingers to her lips. You moaned at the sight, her tongue licking her fingers clean, making a show of the process. Her fingers then slid into your mouth and you groaned at the taste of your arousal mixed with her. Your tongue swirled around her fingers as you proceeded to suck her fingers. 

“Please Mommy.” was all you could seem to muster out after she pulled her fingers out of your mouth. Your mind was clouded and fogged and just where Wanda wanted it. 

“Silly me,” she smiled as she looked down. “Mommy has been giving you all the pleasure, she completely forgot to undress.” she motioned towards her clothes before standing up. You groaned and reached for her when she stood, no longer touching you. You let out a soft murmur as your hands grabbed at her shirt, pressing your legs together. She stripped before walking back towards you. She tugged your panties down your legs and tossed them towards the pile of clothes before doing the same with your bra. You couldn't help but notice the wetness that had soaked Wanda's panties and now glistened her thighs. Your mouth watered at the sight as all you wanted to do was taste her. 

You knew how often you had fought lately and how the arguments left you due for punishment. You just weren't exactly sure what form it would take. Anticipation flooded through your body as you looked up into her eyes, your eyes wide and innocent. 

“You're going to eat me out until I cum, maybe then I'll give you what you want,” she stated firmly as she squeezed at your hips. Her touches were not gentle. Her fingers dug into your tender flesh, all of her anger, stress, and tension coming out onto you. You moaned at the touch, more sensitive and aware with each touch and mark she left across your body. She let go with a slap to your thigh and you groaned at the loss of her. You sat up and watched as she moved around the room, sitting on the bed in the middle, spreading her legs for you as she watched with dark eyes. “Come make Mommy feel good.” Her voice dripped with arousal as her words of encouragement enticed you further, not that it took much at this point though.

Quickly you moved and settled yourself between her legs. You slowly began kissing up her thighs, licking the path of arousal she had left for you. She grumbled impatiently above you, clearly already ready for attention where she needed it. Her hand snaked through your hair, gently at first as it stroked your scalp. She then grabbed a fistful, tugging your hair harshly as she forced you up higher, pushing your head between her legs. At the tug, you let out a loud moan as you cursed under your breath. You got the hint and stuck out your tongue quickly getting work between her legs. Your tongue licked up her slit before it brought fast attention to her clit. You brought your fingers up and slipped two fingers inside of her. You were kinder than Wanda had been to you, moving your fingers less harshly and aggressively. It worked nonetheless as she quickly rose to an orgasm with the combination of both your fingers and tongue. Her grip on your hair did not loosen as her hips began to jerk against your face. As she reached her peak she let out a loud moan, her hips moving frantically as she tugged harshly at your hair. The taste that hit your tongue made you moan as you quickly lapped up as much as she would allow before pulling your head away. 

Her chest rose and fell heavily as she caught her breath, a gentler hand moving to your neck. You leaned up her body as you kissed her passionately. When her tongue slid across your bottom lip and your mouth you eagerly allowed it entrance. A smile grew across her face as she pulled away. You whined at the loss but it was quickly relieved when she pressed a singular finger to your lips. 

“Mommy.” You moaned out as your hips began to grind against her stomach. Her hand snaked down her stomach to touch you, her fingers ghosting over your clit. 

“Come sit on my face Detka.” She said firmly as she adjusted her positioning, letting your thighs rest next to her head. You were hesitant yet eager as you slowly lowered yourself down, moaning loudly as her tongue finally made contact. Your hips jerked against her face as you ground against her tongue. You were worked up quickly, faster than ever as she seemed to know exactly where you needed it. She mumbled out from underneath you as she worked you up towards an orgasm. “Beg for it, Malyshka.”

Quickly words began to tumble out of your mouth as desperation to cum was needed. “Please, Mommy. Please!” You practically yelled as your hips jerked more, her nails digging into your thighs. “Please let me cum.” You begged. She complied with a grin.

“Cum for Mommy, Detka.” She said as her tongue moved rapidly beneath you. Instantly you reached your peak, reaching for the bead frame in front of you to steady yourself as you moaned loudly. When Wanda felt you had settled enough she gently pulled you down next to her and into her arms. You shook a little in Wanda's arms as she held you for the first time in weeks. Her fingers tangled in your hair as she slowly combed through the mess she had made, taking time to massage your scalp. All the thoughts of your fights had completely melted away and you were consumed by her and her embrace. 

“Mommy.” You murmured as tears began to fall on your cheeks again, your face nuzzling closely in the crook of her neck.

“You did so good baby, so good.” She praised quietly as she kissed behind your ear. Her fingertips found a gentle pattern of scratching up and down your back with one hand while the other massaged where she pulled your hair. Praise was whispered into your ear as she held you closely, not wanting to let go. Never wanting to let go. Slowly your sobs calmed and you settled into her embrace, slowly lifting your head to leave soft kisses across her jaw and neck. 

“I love you, Wanda.” The words left your mouth for the first time in weeks and a soft smile crept across your lips. Wandas' face glimmered with love as she pulled you into a kiss. 

“I love you too, Detka.” She whispered through kisses as she could only hold you closer. After a while of the silent embraces Wanda's thoughts of the fights crept back into memory. “We’re going to be okay.” She hesitated and looked towards you. “Right?” She spoke softly, her voice filled with fear at the thought of losing you. You nodded and kissed her softly, your mind foggy and cloudy as all you wanted was to be close to her. That night you slept close, tangled up in each other's love, neither wanting to pull away.

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The next morning when you woke up snuggled up in Wanda's arms felt different. The bliss that usually followed had dissipated and all you could think about was the pain of being with her. You gained a sinking pit in your stomach as guilt and fear coursed through your body. The flight response kicked in. You couldn't be with her, not now. Tears began to fall as you quickly but carefully left the bed and Wanda's embrace. Hurriedly you moved for some clothes as you threw on the closest things you could find without waking her. You reached for the door handle but paused. One glance back to Wanda confirmed it. You couldn't be here. So where did you go? Who greeted you with open arms? Natasha.

[ryloriee678999]

Unwell (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: You’re reckless on a mission and get hurt. Natasha patches you up but discovers so much more. (1200 words)

Warnings: injury and depression

A/N: req n ask stuff pls! It gives me serotonin. 

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Somehow you manage to get out of bed. Your body's moving but your eyes and brain haven't caught up yet, it's like you're on autopilot. Constantly you’re tired but you push through it.

You thought today would be manageable but then remembered, you had a mission scheduled for today. A mission you couldn’t back out of because it was planned months prior. You can't cancel just because you’re not in the mood, there are things that must be done whether you like it or not. Also, you couldn't risk seeing everyone’s disappointment if you choose not to show up. How could you be so stupid?

As you expected, your performance during the mission was worse than usual. Since your body was just moving, you didn’t really think about when you pulled the stunts you pulled. 

All you could remember was the team yelling at you through your earpiece then a sharp pain slicing across your shoulder.

When you get back on the Quinjet, it’s silent. You didn't mind because it was a break from all the noise, but then you realize the reason they’re quiet is all because of you.

In an hour you land, taking a deep breath once you're out of the jet. The air was almost suffocating in there, almost more suffocating than your room which you ran back to. 

Somehow you were able to hide the cut on your shoulder from the others. The blood ran all the way down your sleeve, causing blood to fall on the ground.  The only thing you wanted to do was sink back into your bed and take a long nap. Showering and patching yourself up could come when you wake up. But Not even five minutes later, you hear a loud knock on your door followed by it bursting open.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha yelled, making herself apparent that she was in your room. She practically stormed in, you knew you couldn't avoid this. 

Your hand immediately goes to your shoulder, trying to cover up the blood. You knew you should go to medbay but the idea of seeing everyone else made you cringe.

“You didn't follow any of Steve's plans and then you went off to do whatever you wanted,” she scolded. Natasha sounded angrier than she's ever been with you. “Would you stop being so reckless and think about others for once?” She continued to shout about everything you did wrong today, you sort of just blocked her out. You don't need another person telling you how bad you are, especially when that person is Natasha. 

“It worked out in the end didn't it?” You finally speak. 

Natasha lets out a big exhale before responding, you frustrated her even more. “Yeah barely. I shouldn’t even be surprised, you’ve been doing whatever you want all month. You never come out of your room, you're late to meetings, you're nonexistent in the gym.” 

“Natasha, I'm sorry It's just..” you were about to say an excuse, something far from the truth, but before you could– “Are you bleeding?” Natasha stares right at the wound you tried so hard to cover up. Blood seeping through the fabric which covered your hand. That somehow pulls her out of her anger, now that she's not blinded by rage, she finally sees the state of you and your room.

A train of blood drops from the door leads all the way up to you. Not only is the blood concerning;  there's clothing thrown everywhere, your bed far from made, and dirty plates stacked on top of each other. And for you, she takes in how disheveled you look along with the blood on your clothes. 

“No,” you deny and quickly step away from her so that the back of your knees hit the bed. You sit down, just waiting for her to give up and leave.  “Yes you are, show me,” Natasha responds, her hand motioning for you to come closer.

When you don't budge, her head tilts to the side, a frown appears on her face. “I’m not mad, just show me,” she says, her voice much softer than it was minutes ago. The switch in her attitude felt almost instant. “You were just yelling at me, don't tell me that all went away just because I'm injured,” you deflect.

Natasha sighs, “We’ll talk about what you did later, right now you need medical care.” Her hand comes to grab yours, she tries pulling you off the bed but you don't move. “Come on, I'm taking you to medbay.”

You shake off her hand then grip onto your bedsheets. In times like this, you wish Natasha wasn’t so caring. “Stop, I can patch myself up, just go— I can do it.”

This time Natasha isn’t moving. She stays in the middle of your room thinking about what to do next. “Where’s your med kit?” She asks. You point to the bathroom which is in much better condition than your room. You can't remember the last time you used it. 

She moves hastily towards your bathroom and finds the box under the sink. She's acting as if you're dying, which you felt sort of guilty about. Yes, you were exhausted but Natasha came back from the mission too, she was tired too.

Natasha comes back and kneels in front of you with the first aid box on the bed. “Off,” she says as she tugs at the bottom of your sweater.

Hesitantly, you carefully lift it up over your head leaving you in your sports bra. The fabric brushes the wound, causing you to wince. The cold air only makes it worse. Her warm hand grabs onto your arm, below the laceration so she could get a better look. You shiver, feeling her against you but that feeling is quickly masked with burning. An alcohol pad runs along the cut making you jump in pain. “Sorry,” Natasha apologizes to you as you bite your lip hard to stop from crying. “A little warning next time?” You grumble once it's over. 

You both sit in silence as she finishes wrapping the bandage across your arm. It’s a little too tight but you don't comment. Once it's done, she sits on the bed next to you. You stare down at your lap trying to avoid looking at her, but you could tell she wanted to say something but was holding off. 

“What's going on?” she asks. You know what she's talking about but don't want to answer. Her hand goes to your hand as she adjusts to face you.

Her other hand brushes strands of hair behind your ear to get a better look at you but your eyes are set on the ground. “I’m tired Nat, I don't want to do this now.” You didn't want to do this ever but you knew Natasha wouldn't just drop it.

Natasha softly nods, “okay. We can talk about it tomorrow.” She gives your hand one last squeeze before standing up to leave but you don't let go. She stares back at you, and you're finally able to look at her. 

‘‘Stay?” You ask faintly. 

Without any words,  Natasha comes back to you. You both get into a more comfortable position lying down, holding each other close. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. You can feel her smile against you before saying  “You can thank me by taking a shower tomorrow.” 

[romanoffsbish]

Close Your Eyes; Give us Your Hand

WandaNat x Fem!R

Warnings: Drained / Overworked R | Sad Lovers

When your girlfriends come back from their mission they are met with an unfamiliar feeling of loneliness. You didn’t intend to worry them, but you got used to going through the motions of the cruel world alone and it is apparently up to them to bring you back to a more peaceful reality. | WC: 4,238

Wanda knew something was off when you left this morning, she barely got a kiss on her cheek as you rushed out the door to get to work. Normally you'd cuddle into her as she cooked, eat breakfast with both of them, then you'd rush out so you weren't late. This anxious rush out the door was deeply concerning.

Natasha felt it as she ran into you in the hallway, literally, your rushing body slammed right into her sweaty one, her arms wrapped around you to steady you, but also to offer some comfort. "Everything okay lovebug?" The redhead gazed at her watch, noticing that it hadn't even hit 5am, her concern deepened.

"Sorry Nat," you rushed out, both in speech and from her arms, shocking her a bit. "I'll see you later."

The redhead stood in the hall, a bit bewildered as the usual response to a hug is your body melting. Her once easygoing morning off was now riddled with worry.

"What's up with lovebug?" Wanda sighed as she saw the redhead enter the apartment with a clear frown. "Okay, good, so it's not just me who sees it then..."

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Natasha shook her head, and approached Wanda to give her a reassuring kiss on her forehead. "Let me go get cleaned up sweetheart, then we can figure it out?"

Wanda nodded, then moved back to the kitchen to finish making the breakfast you'd skipped out on...

Meanwhile, you were clocking into work—early, head hung low from a mix of both exhaustion, and guilt.

Not only have you allowed yourself to be severely overworked, by the kind of boss who doesn't lift so much as a finger, but you're also now lacking in the girlfriend department. They'd been gone on a mission for a month so you'd become so used to just rushing on out, and sleeping alone. A cycle that perpetuates hurt.

Now that you have a minuscule moment to think, you realized that you left the both of them with a frown.

You didn't have time for guilt though, so now your frustrations are heightened, and you wanted to leave, but bills don't stop, so you very well couldn't either.

"Y/N to the front, a party of two is waiting for you."

You looked at your watch and cringed, not only did you have unread messages in your group, "Lovers," but it was way beyond the time in the shift where one should take a break, and you hadn't had one, now it was lunch.

Lately, you'd been working through at least part of your lunches, to ensure your productivity remained proficient (even if capitalism barely benefited you). Working your body down until you're on fumes while hardly profiting is just not beneficial in the long run.

You knew that, but again, the bills never stopped.

Your boss raised a brow in question in your direction, and you simply shrugged, pretending you didn't know what (who) was awaiting you at the front of the store.

Wanda's face lit up at the sight of you, but Natasha's eyes observed you with concern as you were sluggish.

"Hey my loves," you greeted, tone clearly exhausted, but you wore a soft, appreciative smile. "What's up?"

Wanda lifted her arm, showcasing the bag in her hand. "You left without breakfast, so we brought you lunch." You winced at the call out, words at the ready to both defend your rush, and to get out of the current offer.

The natural redhead saw it in your eyes and frowned. Natasha reached for your hand, and tugged you out the door towards a table before you could turn them down. You knew then that there was nothing you could do to skip all of today's breaks, and your body was relieved.

It was frigid outside, even with the sun still shining, so Natasha naturally pulled your body against hers as she sat beside you, and this time you melted into her, making her heart beam with endless joy. Nat kissed your temple, and you snuggled closer. As you cuddled into one, your other girlfriend unpacked her bag.

"I made soup," she slid a bowl in front of you, then ladled some from her tupperware, you eyed it warily. "It's good detka, for your body and in flavor, eat up and maybe there'll be something sweet to follow." Wanda slyly held up a bag of homemade cookies, you smiled as you caught her playful wink, then you moaned, "This is delicious my love!" You shoveled down the spoonful of whatever soup Wanda had made like you hadn't eaten in weeks, and in part, that was true.

TV dinners, vending machine snacks and skipped breakfast was the previous, solo months meal plan.

Wanda knew, you know she did. The soup was packed full of vegetables, from her garden you presumed, but you couldn't taste the undesired flavors as she had added a delightful array of seasonings to mask them. It's not that you don't like vegetables, it's just that you don't like them enough to consume them on your own.

"Thanks detka," Wanda chirped, eyes full of adoration fell on you, but you were too busy eating to notice. The women watched you silently, eyes flitting between your face and the others. They had a mental conversation, one that would require your later input, but for now they just wanted to enjoy the serenity of the moment.

"Are you guys going to eat?" Natasha squeezed your hip as Wanda shook her head. "We already had some, this whole container is for our hardworking detka."

"So eat up krasivaya," Nat purred against your temple, a smirk sent Wanda's way as you squirmed beside her.

You giggled, hiding your face against the redhead's shoulder, stomach suddenly alit with the nerves you usually feel whenever your lovers compliment you.

Everything was feeling lighter, even after less than twenty minutes, the dark cloud above your head had all but disappeared. "Thank you guys, I have been—."

"Y/N to the dock," the speaker crackled, interrupting your moment of calm, and repeating with unnecessary urgency. You nearly groaned, but you put the mask back on as you stood up, and slid your hands down over your uniform, ironing out any wrinkles.

"That wasn't even thirty minutes..." Wanda huffed, you sighed, "From the moment I left the back it counted."

"That can't be legal," Natasha grumbled, but she stood up and pulled you in for a tight embrace. "We'll be at home, waiting for you. Your shift ends at two right?"

You nodded against her chest, and allowed yourself an extra second just to breathe her calming, woodsy scent in before giving her a soft peck and migrating into the embrace of your slightly taller girlfriend. Wanda held you so tight that your tense back actually popped, you groaned into her neck, but it was in clear satisfaction.

When you pulled away you heard a crinkle, and found your pocket was filled with a ziplock bag full of cookies. "Thanks Wands," you leaned in to peck her lips, but her hands trapped you for a moment longer as she deepened the kiss. It had been ages since she last had been able to, and your time constraints need not apply.

Natasha pulled her away from you after a moment, allowing you the chance to head in (against their hearts desire) and they waved you off with loving smiles.

"We are in agreement?" Wanda nodded, kissed her on the cheek, then left the redhead behind to fly home.

Natasha sat in the car they'd driven, listening to an audiobook while eating some of Wanda's cookies; watching, and waiting for you to leave the store.

Three hours later, an hour beyond your shifts end was when she finally caught a glimpse of you. It broke her heart to see your unfiltered face, the mask you wore for them had fallen, and you just looked fragile, like glass.

She would be fixing that...

As soon as your car tore out of the parking lot she got out of hers, the overwhelming sadness became anger, and your boss barely made it two steps out the door. Natasha had not so gently pressed her into the wall to the right of the store where the merchandise trucks sat. Offering privacy, and shielding her public reputation as a reformed Russian assassin turned America's hero.

"For starters, you never saw me," Natasha's voice was clipped, to Amy—the boss, it was all too menacing. It took her less than a second to nod her head. "Good."

"Now, as for my business. Y/N has been being worked too hard, so now, you are going to offer her time off."

"I-I don't have the capability to—," she had stuttered, but Natasha's darkened laugh full of cynicism cut her off, her voice was even deeper now, "You and I both know you can make it happen. Don't play dumb Amy."

"Okay...”

Natasha smiled devilishly, "See, I knew you were smart enough not to test a widow's patience..." she lifted her right hand up, fingers pinched, "It's very thin."

Amy nodded, her throat bobbed as she gulped down her fear to ask the necessary question, "How long?"

"Three months."

"Um, that's a long time, I can maybe do a month..."

"Fair point," Natasha mused, pretending to consider it, but then she cleared her throat and lowly said, "Still not nearly as long as you'll spend begging for mercy for all the damage you've done to our beautiful angel."

"Consider it done," she squeaked, and Natasha winked as she let her go. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Oh, and Amy..." Natasha stopped, then pointed her finger at the slightly trembling woman. "Y/N's not to work beyond the actual limits again. Understood?"

"Mhm..."

Natasha walked away with a triumphant smirk, keys twirled around her fingers as if she had just been on a normal stroll, and hadn't just threatened a civilian. The women's love knew no bounds for you though, so they would break every rule known to man for your sake.

Which is why Wanda was turning your living room into a dream as you both drove back home. Fortunately, with their Avengers salaries, you'd been on the top floor, in the luxurious loft. Your living room alone was the size of the average New York single bed apartment.

With the help of her magic she was able to create a massive fort, giving the nostalgia of childhood to you, but also leaving room for a premium air mattress, the TV, and a table full of your favorite movie snacks. It was nearly perfect, all she needed was you to arrive.

As the heard the keys in the door she made a beeline to cut you off just as soon as you entered, trying to keep the surprise hidden until Natasha returned with the rest of what's meant to be found within. Wanda's lips quirked up as she watched you enter, your shoulders shook as you adjusted to the enveloping warmth that contrasted the outdoors, and you smiled as she took your jacket and beanie off to hang on the racks.

"Welcome home," she hummed, and pulled your still slightly shivering form into her even warmer embrace. "I've run you a bath sweetheart, let's get you relaxed."

You leaned into her instantly, and kissed her throat. "Oh my love," your eyes instantly glossed over in gratitude as you whined, "You didn't have to do that."

Wanda playfully glared at you as she reluctantly pried you off of her body, and asserted why she actually did. "You are stressed and overworked, the actual least I could do is to take care of you detka, which I love."

You allowed her to undress you further, then help you ease into the tub that radiated with a calming warmth. Wanda kissed your forehead, then met your pout with a simple smile as you didn't seem happy watching her leaving. "I'll be back soon, for now this is your time."

"I want it to be us time," you quietly sniffled, and the woman nearly gave into you. "Where's Natty at?"

Then she remembered the plan, reassured you that there would be time to cuddle after you'd spent some time just relaxing a bit, then she was out the door so that there was no room left for you to question her.

Eventually, the women had finished the luxury fort, but they never caught a glimpse of you. Natasha was the one to go check on you as Wanda plated up the rest of the themed snacks she'd made for movie night. When the redhead found you, with your lower body dressed, but your upper nude, and smushed into the mattress she found herself dynamically conflicted.

For starters, you looked too cute to wake up, and also, if you were this tired maybe she should leave you be. Then she realized that wasn't the correct response either, because you would be so upset to find out what was missed— food and cuddles, plus, you still thought that you had work tomorrow morning, but you didn't.

The redhead flipped your body over, and without lust in her eyes she admired your exposed torso. Her eyes fell to the inked reminders of your love, their lips that you'd etched into the skin of your hips. Staking their claim to you, for them, and never wavering in stance. Natasha and Wanda found the concept endearing, and in turn they followed suit, each getting lips stained into their skin; Natasha's were near her heart, on the side over her ribcage, a well kept secret that held purity, and Wanda's were on either wrist, covered by her gloves while on missions, but exposed to her whenever she needed the reminder that her loves are real; true.

After a moment she felt another set of eyes on her, and then there was pajamas snapped onto your body. "Can you carry her without waking her?" Natasha smiled as her partners idea was made obvious, so she nodded then scooped your now dressed form up and out.

Once they made it to the living room the witch held the covers open with tendrils of red while ensuring the front door and windows were locked before joining the both of you underneath the illuminated fabrics. You began to stir in Natasha's hold now that you were sat down on the unfamiliar air mattress, head leaned back against her cushioned chest, her scent strong. "Natty?"

The redhead ran her thumb over the apple of your cheek as she stared down the slope of your nose and chuckled softly as you woke up in an adorable daze. "Yes honey?" The amusement was spurred on as she felt you shiver, it wasn't cold but her voice was raspy.

"Where am I?" Wanda smiled, then leaned closer to whisper in your ear, "Open your eyes and find out."

With a soft wince you did as told, the lights were too bright, forcing you to blink rapidly, but after a moment of adjusting you noted they were actually dim in comparison to the norm. An array of blush pink and off white fairy lights, with clipped polaroids of you and your lovers were strung all around the wall of sheets.

There was an instant quiver to your lip, your body was at a perfect state of rest, yet you felt so overwhelmed. With love, admiration, gratitude and also reprieve. The photos took you down a silent memory lane, from the still of your first date, where Wanda had captured you dancing with Natasha beneath the stars, to the time when you were really sick with Covid, and Wanda was nursing you back to health with her soups and cuddles (even though you obviously protested her proximity).

Nothing could ever keep them away from you, and you knew that they were hurting as you forced them to. It was like a wave of clarity washed over you, and for the first time in so long you felt genuinely relieved. Which was lost on Natasha as you turned into her and cried.

Natasha looked at Wanda in worry, but the witches smile squashed her rising fears. The redhead firmly pulled you closer, and held you as you lightly sobbed into her chest. Wanda's hand gently slipped under your sleep shirt, running up and down your back, nails scratching at your skin as a way to comfort you too.

"It's okay malysh," Natasha whispered as she rocked you, "You are going to be just fine detka, let it all out."

Once your overdue sobs turned to hiccups you moved to sit up, and subsequently pulled from Natasha's grip. The redhead wanted to stop you, but she saw a little bit of determination in your eyes as you turned to face them both so she retracted her hands. "I'm sorry."

Wanda cupped your cheeks, wiped away your tears, then kissed your salty, shimmering lips to shush you.

"Apologies come when you've done something wrong detka," she scolded you softly, "and you haven't. If anyone needs to apologize it's us, you needed us and we weren't here, but I promise that's gonna change.”

You gulped, and your voice trembled, "Change?"

"For the better," Natasha clarified, smiling at you in a way that could only be interpreted as akin to a warm hug. "It's time that we take care of each other better detka, you shouldn't have been able to overwork."

"I-I need to work," you began to defend, but Wanda cut you off with a pained laugh, "You never have to work, because we have it all covered, whatever you need."

Truthfully, you didn't need to work, but you told them you'd hate not having your time filled whenever they are both away, or to leech off of their riches. They were against it at first, telling you that whatever they had was yours to have, but they didn't push the issue then.

Now though, after what they saw today they decided it was time to move forward with a lot of things. Wanda would retire her crown, and be home to tend to your every whim, you would quit your job just after the well earned, fully paid leave. If you persisted that you needed to work, you'd be Natasha's assistant as she would mostly be fielding missions out to others.

"I want to work though, make my own money," you further defended, "I can't buy you gifts with your own money, it wouldn't be right. I need to earn my own."

"Which is fine," Wanda relented with a smile, then Natasha jumped in, "but not for that stupid ass store."

You wanted to fight her on that, because you loved your coworkers but you didn't have it in you to negate the truth to her words. "That I can agree on."

"Good girl," Natasha teased, but Wanda's slap to her shoulder told you there was more important things left to discuss so you turned to her. "I'm retiring the crown detka, and Natty here is taking a massive step back."

Each of your lovers reached forward, grabbing one of your shaky hands and scooted forward to comfort you. They could see your self intrusive thoughts bubbling before Wanda could hear them. "We want to do this."

"I-is it because I'm worrying you into this?"

"No detka, you are seeing this in the wrong light, we want to do this because we hate being away from you. Natasha and I are miserable without you, and it's also time we start working towards the life we all want."

Because, if it was time for progression, then that would come with the overdue wedding bells, and babies cries. Natasha could still be an Avenger, sure, but she wants to be equally as present in your family as you both. It was a surprise to you all those years ago, when she was the one to tell you that was her dream; it wasn't time then, but you all know it is the right time now.

"Really?" Both women placed a kiss to your cheek, and nodded so that you felt their confirmation. Your heart had started flipping within your chest, and you raced out of the fort before either woman could stop you. It was cause for concern, but you were back before they could get up to capture you, with a radiant smile.

"I've been saving up for a long time," you blurted, "It had to be perfect, you know? You guys deserve that."

"Nothing has to be perfect at the expense of your wellbeing detka," Wanda admonished you, but the aura flipped to excitement as Natasha rushed out, "What has to be perfect?!" You giggled, and a surge of impatience pulsed throughout you, causing you to pull the ring box from behind your back and open it.

Inside were three rings, all similar in the fact that they were gold, but each with a uniqueness. On the left of the box sat Natasha's, the band was thicker than the average, crafted with style and missions in mind, but still thin enough to let the oval shaped diamond shine. On the right was Wanda's, the band was thinner, as it suited her preference, with a pear shaped emerald in the center, and tiny diamonds that lined the band.

You found it amusing that no words had to be said, no grand speech, they both just hastily grabbed their own rings to slide onto their finger. Each one whispered a soft yes as they kissed the other's ring cladded finger. You naturally went to slide the simple gold band you'd purchased for yourself, to match theirs, onto yours but Natasha stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist.

"Let us ask," she pleaded, you blinked back your shock, and dropped the band into Wanda's awaiting hand. Who then slipped it onto her chain, you frowned, but then she pulled a box from beneath a pile of snacks and you realized that you were never truly out of sync.

Natasha pulled you back into her lap, and rested her chin on your shoulder, craning her neck she placed a kiss on your warm cheek. "Y/N, you have made us the happiest we've ever been, this world hasn't been kind to us, you either, but somehow you're still so sweet. The darkness never had a grip on your soul like ours."

"Natty..."

"Hush," she chuckled, "I've come to terms with my past detka, as has Wanda, and that's all thanks to you."

Wanda nodded along to Natasha's words, the ring was held up between her fingers as she waited her turn.

"When I found Natasha, it was like I could stand on my own two feet, she taught me how to be a human again," Wanda sniffled, "and then we met you and it was like we could finally breathe—you saved us entirely Y/N."

Natasha helped to lift your frozen arm up from behind, and extended your hand out to Wanda who slid the ring onto your finger. It was still a simple band, but the inside was inscribed, "Y/N—Nash Dom (Our Home)"

The redhead linked your fingers and pulled your hand up to her lips next after Wanda had sealed the deal. You asked them what it said, as you felt the indents of the words against your skin and they both smiled. Natasha whispered the Russian with tenderness, then Wanda offered the translation when your eyes asked.

"I love you both," you declared the obvious, "with my entire heart I promise you that I will never give us up."

"We wouldn't dream of allowing it either," Wanda joked as she crawled forward and kissed your lips, and as she pulled away she sighed away her prior burdens. Natasha and her shared a soft kiss before the witch had returned to her prior pile of pillows, then the redhead turned you to face her and kissed you with a smile.

"We love you too," she whispered the words that didn't even need to be spoken, then she helped Wanda to get your plate prepared so you could all get settled down.

The rest of the night was spent watching movies, eating most of the witches delicious snacks and talking candidly about the dreams you'd all just reconfirmed. It was mostly just Wanda telling you and Natasha all about the wedding of the century, it appeared you two only had to show up—dressed properly and on time.

Wanda consequently fell asleep first, and you appreciated the chance to admire the peace she naturally radiated when she was unconscious.

"Detka," Natasha whispered softly, keen on not waking up the slumbering witch, who was holding onto you tightly from behind, softly snoring into your bare back.

"Yes Natty?" Your warm breath against her collarbone sent shivers down her spine as you turned back to face her, naturally nuzzling closer. "It's okay to rest now."

"I know," you sighed dreamily, "I just want to feel this safety for a bit longer, then I promise to close my eyes." The corner of Natasha's eyes crinkled, and you shared a sweet kiss with her, tempering her need to cry at your endearing words; the assassin with a heart of gold, you would always tease. "You're forever safe here detka..."