#the way they went from nat observes her to nat is literally holding her in her arms. everyone say thank you simone and juliette

[kdramamilfs]

FEELING INSANE

[wandaromanova]

can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist

(gif is not mine)

You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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Chapter 32: Shine Bright

Chapter 31 | Masterlist | Chapter 33 | Words: 5,230

December 24th...

When I was with Fury this time last year, we didn't really celebrate, as he was more focused on helping me figure a life outside of Hydra's walls out. So, it's my first real Christmas Eve outside of captivity and I am elated to be spending it with my girls.

My first gift from Wands and Nat, was actually given to me last month—my freedom. They officially took Strucker out together on their secret mission last month after Maria had tracked him down. He had been laying low after nearly being killed by the bombs.

The reunion where they came back to me tired, but with the widest grins has definitely become a core memory.

We had stayed a few extra days to spend Thanksgiving with the Barton's then we returned to the compound for only a brief second.

We officially finished moving all of "our" stuff into the apartment on the 3rd, about three weeks ago. I had brought my two boxes, and a suitcase that I'd accumulated in my time out in the world.

Wanda brought about three suitcases, and four boxes full of nicknacks, and all the souvenirs I keep buying for her.

Yelena had brought two suitcases, one for clothes, one for vests, then she only had two boxes with a variety of items.

Now Natasha, that girl had about three boxes just with books in them, then two more boxes of miscellaneous items, one with shoes, and another with keepsakes. Three suitcases filled to the brim one was full of tops, the other bottoms, then the last was filled with mission suits and equipment. I'd had been expecting that from Wanda, but found myself shocked at the disparity.

As soon as we had all finally settled in, Wanda went full blown Christmas mode. Never having experienced the holiday as a child, Wanda's seemingly found joy in it as an adult. The Christmas spirit seemed to simply envelop her, I found out that she literally has an ugly sweater for just about any occasion...

It's safe to say, she orchestrated almost all of our Christmas festivities.

    ——— 🌲==The Tree =>🎄 ———

"Did we really need a real tree?" Natasha grumbles, as her and Yelena drag it off the roof of the car and into the apartment.

"Yes! We want authenticity in this household! Now, you better be lifting, I'll know if a single pine needle is missing." Wanda scolds, with her back to the women, simply just aware.

Natasha and Yelena immediately straighten up, and lift the tree above their heads.

"Wait! Why isn't Y/N doing anything?" Yelena gasps as I'm relaxed on the couch.

"Don't worry Lena, she'll be helping shortly." Wanda laughs out.

Natasha and Yelena settle the tree in the corner, propping it into its holder, then plopping onto the couch beside me.

"Natasha, you're in charge of tinsel!"

"Yelena, you'll be doing the lights!"

"Y/N/N! I want you to be able to put the angel on the tree." Wanda barks out commands, then places each box in front of the individual.

"I'll place the ornaments, as I can't trust you three to not wreak havoc on the tree with your placement." She adds on, making it clear that her faith in us is at an all time low.

"Moya lyubov', wanna help me?" Natasha questions me as Yelena finishes with the lights.

"Of course baby!!" I beam, and make my way over.

I stand on my tippy toes, while she holds onto my waist, and settle the angel on top. Then I place the tinsel at the top beneath the angel, looping it around, as Natasha moves to stand on the opposite side of the tree. We move in a synchronized motion, passing it back and forth, as we wrap it around the tree.

"Perfect!! Now step back, and watch the master work." Wanda compliments us, whilst also teasing.

Upon finishing the decorating, we all leaned back on the couch to observe it. She truly did a magnificent job.

Augustus, however, didn't agree, as the tree came crashing down in the next minute.

"Malen'koye der'mo." Wanda whispers under her breath.

"Yeah?" Yelena instinctually replies, and Natasha and I break out into quiet fits of laughter as we slowly retreat towards our room with our precious—delinquent—son...

     ——— 🥛 🍪 Cookies 🍪 🥛 ———

"Do we have everything?" Wanda questions, with a checklist of ingredients in her hands

"Yes, Wands, we literally checked over your list like thirty times before we even left the store." I chuckle out, whilst settling the ingredients across the counter in chronological order according to the recipes.

"Perfect, since you and I are the only one's who can use the oven, the other two will be in charge of rolling out the batter and using cookie cutters." Wanda decides

"I'll mix up each batter, then once I'm finished they'll do their part while you oversee them, then you'll put it in the oven, while I'm starting on the next batter." Wanda continues to brainstorm the 'perfect' plan, and I nod in agreement, although I know it will become chaos in a matter of two batters.

First cookie up, the classic sugar cookie.

Wanda placed festive cookie cutters out, along with letters so words like—Cheer, Noel, and Ho-Ho-Ho—can be formed.

I wonder how this could go wrong...

"Yelena! I'm making the trees, you have the snowmen, stop taking my cutter!" Natasha growls as she jabs her sister in the side.

"It doesn't even matter who does what Natalia, as long as the cookies get cut." She deadpans, and goes to shove her but I step in between them.

"Now, now, children, there will be no bahumbuggery in Wanda's cookie shop." I teasingly scold the sisters.

"That's not even a word." Yelena grumbles, but reluctantly hands Natasha her tree mold.

Natasha smirks, happy to have gotten her way. She then goes to start cutting out her rolled out dough. Strategically transferring the cookies to the pan off the cutting board.

Yelena, however, chose to ignore her responsibility to the snowmen, and began to waste her dough with the vast array of letters at her disposal.

"S-Z-A-R" "B-U-T-T" "S-U-C-H-K-A"

(Shit-Hungarian) (Bitch-Russian)

I was a bit preoccupied handing Wanda a utensil she had requested to even notice, while also making sure to preheat the oven.

"Moya lyubov'!!!" Natasha whines in a singsong manner

"Yes my darling?" I look up from Wanda's next bowl of batter to question my lover.

"Yelena's living up to her nickname." Natasha slightly tattles on her, as Yelena looks up at me with doe eyes, feigning innocence.

"If that nickname is sweetheart, then yes, I am" Yelena quips back, sending a 'secret' glare her sister's way, as Natasha sticks her tongue out at her in retaliation.

I watch as the two continue to lightly bicker, and make snide remarks at the other in their mother tongue.

"Wands, are you seeing this?" I ask my bestfriend, completely bewildered at the adults—childrens—behavior in front of me.

"Why do you think I left you in charge of them?" Wanda chuckles, smirking my way.

"Now, go handle them as per your orders before they ruin this whole set up." She sternly states, and gives me her 'mom stare'

I sigh aggressively, then make my way over to them instantly.

"Knock it off, both of you." I scold, as they mutter lies,

"But, I didn't do anything."

"She started it..."

I wish I could say it got better as the cookies became less intricate, but that wasn't the case..

— —

"Y/N/N, Natasha stole my batter..."

"We're supposed to be splitting it, dumbass."

— —

"Detka, Lena is picking the raisins out and throwing them on the ceiling!"

"Raisins in a cookie is an abomination, and I will have no part in the making of them!"

— —

"Wanda, why so many cookies? There's only four of us, and to be honest, moya sestra doesn't need any."

"Hey!"

"What? You and sugar do not go together! You somehow get more focused and that's never good for me.."

"We're hand delivering cookies to various shelters, kitchens, and the compound. So stop complaining, before I give you something to complain about." She replies with a head tilt, and Yelena exaggeratedly zips her mouth closed.

— —

"Lena! You can't feed cookie dough to Augustus!"

"But he's begging me for some..."

"No he isn't, and even if he was, you say no."

"I'm sorry Gussy, but your mom is being a major suchka... Oh, you want me to be your new mommy? That can be arranged..."

...

"Y/N! Natasha threw the tongs at me."

"You tried to steal our son, after attempting to poison him, so I'll allow it..."

"But..."

"Jury's settled, you're guilty."

— —

"Throw the flour at her and watch what happens." Wanda scolds Yelena, while facing away from her.

"glupaya ved'ma i yeye glupyye sposobnosti"

(Stupid witch and her stupid powers)

"Yelena, Sokovian and Russian are one in the same..." Wanda warns.

"Yelena can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message." She whispers as she makes her great escape out of the kitchen, but is stopped by red wisps.

"We still have to decorate, and package, so don't even try..."

— —

I wish I could say that decorating was better, but I'm not one for lying...

——— 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Mistle-NO! 🚫———

"Yelena, look, it's mistletoe!" Wanda beams, as she strategically moved it above Yelena and her 'friend' Kate

"You have to kiss her." Natasha encourages her, while I just watch on with an amused smile.

"How about no." Yelena deadpans, and Kate's face morphs into one of disappointment.

"I'll kiss her when and if I want to, not when society tells me to. American's and their weird plants designed for kissing... Seems like a cowardly move..." Yelena rambles on, then stops as Kate leans forward, cutting her off, as she kisses her.

"What was that?" Yelena gasps.

"A kiss.." Kate answers in confusion.

"Do it again!" Yelena commands, with a shy smile.

——— 🎥 🍿 Movie Night 🎅🏼 ⛄️ 🦌 ———

Everyone had a role for movie night, but not everyone was able to follow through.

Natasha: Order the Chinese take out

Yelena: Don't touch anything!

Y/N: Make sure Yelena touches nothing!

Wanda: Everything else necessary for the night to be a success.

One might wonder who messed everything up, and the answer is—who didn't...?

Wanda had ran to the store in the morning while everyone stayed asleep to ensure there was enough snacks for everyone. She had spent the night prior baking up a variety of goodies as we were having guests over for the first time.

She made this divine looking chocolate cream pie, and placed it on the middle shelf in the fridge.

A post it directly attached to it,

"Don't touch! For movie night!

Looking at you Yelena.."

Yelena, had apparently forgotten how to read in English, 'only seeing her name,' at least that was her excuse when I walked into the kitchen.. I had only walked in to grab coffee for my cranky girlfriend, and was stunned at the sight before me; crumbs were all over the counter, an empty pie dish was sat there, and a chocolate covered Yelena was guiltily staring back at me..

"Oh God, no... I had one job, you made me fail, and I don't fail.. More importantly, I don't want to die.. Grab me the recipe book and clean yourself up! Prepare to distract Wanda if she comes home, because I'm too pretty to die." I ramble on in a panic, then I hear a growl.

"Don't the pretty one's usually die first in the Christmas movies?" I hear her question as I walk away...

We're screwed...

I rush off to hand Natasha her mug, placing a quick kiss to her forehead, then running off. I have about 45 minutes to fix this before Nat finishes her morning routine... Natasha would do anything to get Yelena and I in trouble with Wanda. Mostly because she just loves watching Wanda put Yelena in her place. Then, when Wands is mad at me I usually get the silent treatment, which works in Natasha's favor as she then gets me all to herself...

I run into the kitchen, to see Yelena's cleaned everything up, and is ready to 'help' me fix this situation.

"Okay, grab the chocolate pudding packets, and prepare it in that bowl. I'm sure your ability to read has been restored, so follow the instructions. I'll make the crust and prepare the toppings." I command, and get to work quickly.

We have thirty minutes left by the time I finish the crust and place it into the oven. Yelena finished the pudding within ten minutes, discarding of all the evidence in our outdoors dumpsters, and placed it into the fridge to set.

Nat's POV

Y/N seemed distracted when she entered our room, and when she didn't jump on me for 'more cuddles' I knew something was up. I waited five minutes before sneaking out of our room to see what was happening.

At first, when I saw what was happening, I went to take a photo to send to Wanda.

Then I caught a glimpse of Yelena making the 'pudding' while unsupervised, so I walked away, knowing that this disaster will unfold on its own and letting it will serve greater consequences.

Y/N's POV

*Ding*

Okay, time to pull the crust out, and put the pie together.

"Detka, where are you??" I hear Natasha shout, as her footsteps become closer.

"Shit, Yel, can I trust you to finish? Just pour the pudding into the crust, then top it with that whipped cream and the shavings. Discard of the evidence once more and put it in the fridge. I have to distract Nat or we're screwed." I frantically whisper shout, and gesture crazily to the ingredients.

"You have too little faith in me Y/N Stark, go, I got this." Yelena replies with a smug smile, and if I didn't have to distract my girlfriend, then I'd slap it right off her stupid little face.

"In the living room!" I shout back, making a bee line to the area and jumping onto the couch, inadvertently causing Augustus to fly.

"Sorry buddy..." I whisper, then turn the TV on to make my new situation seem believable.

"There you are, you didn't ask me for more cuddles, I was worried about you." She whines, with an adorable pout on her face, as she drops her body on top of mine.

"I'm sorry my love, I can offer you a bonus minute of cuddling right now as an apology."

"Six instead of five? Oh, you're spoiling me now." She gasps, then shoves her face into my neck, as I wrap her up tight in my embrace.

The room falls silent, and it's a comfortable vibe now that I'd fixed Yelena's mistakes.

"Where's Yelena? It's too quiet, that's never a good sign." Natasha interrupts our peace, then props herself up to look into my eyes.

"Shit, that's a good point... I should go find out."

"Ah, ah! Two more minutes, then you can go figure out what she's ruined for tonight." Natasha deadpans, then giggles slightly as she lays back down.

What does she know?....

—

"Honey's I'm home!!!" Wanda shouts, and I make my way to help her begin setting up the decorations.

"What's wrong?" She immediately asks, and I stare at her with wide eyes, but swiftly morph them into those of confusion.

"I'm not sure what you mean?!"

"Just seeing if you'd confess to any sins." She replies with a wink, and mischievous chuckle.

"Oh.. Nope, no sins..." I awkwardly chuckle out as I follow her to the living room.

—

"Hey Vis, welcome to our humble abode." I say as I have officially been assigned door duty.

"Hello Y/N, thank you, it's a lovely place."

I continue to greet as Bucky and Thor arrive one after the other. Then lastly Clint and Kate.

We all get situated on the couches, I'm cuddled up into Natasha, and as I am about to relax I'm disturbed.

"Natasha, when is dinner arriving?" Wanda asks.

I immediately feel as Natasha's whole body tenses, then quickly returns to a serene state.

"They're pretty busy tonight, so they're a bit backed up, but it should be here within the hour." She lies easily, I've picked up her cues, and she just tapped her leg three times.

She abruptly got up after a reasonable amount of times passed, stating she needed to pee.

Liar! She literally just peed before we sat down, and her bladder is just as regulated as the rest of her,  so no way she has to go again...

—

"Well, since dinner's running behind, I say we can get started with the desserts, it is the holiday season after all." Wanda beams, as she places 'her' signature chocolate cream pie in the center of the table.

She surrounds the pie with a plethora of holiday goodies, some savory, but mostly sweet.

"Let me cut everyone a slice."

"I'm okay Wands, I'm still kinda full from lunch, so really I only have room for the takeout." Natasha suspiciously turns down the pie.

She literally had two slices of toast, and soup today...

"I'll save you a slice for tomorrow then, I know how much you love my pie." Wanda decides, then goes to cut the pie for everyone.

As she serves everyone a slice, it seems to be going well. She doesn't notice anything off about it, filling me with pride, I might've actually pulled this off.

"What the fuck is this?!" I hear Bucky shout, after an aggressive fit of choking.

"Lady Wanda, this is absolutely deplorable. I'll take three more slices." Thor boasts.

Wanda's face drops at the rally of negative responses, then her gaze swiftly falls to the three of us on the couch.

"You! You did something to my pie." Wanda growls, as she points to a guilty looking Yelena.

"Then you! You clearly failed at your attempt to fix it.." She turns her attention to me, causing me to deflate in my spot.

Natasha's sat between us, with an amused smile on her face, quickly dropping as Wanda turns to her, she's not used to being on this end.

"Don't look so smug, you clearly knew and instead of telling me, chose to let me face an onslaught of embarrassment. You're in the worst trouble of you three." Wanda starts, preparing to rip all of us a new one in front of our guests.

Then, thankfully, there's three consecutive knocks on our door

"I'll get it!" The three of us shout as we hightailed it out of the hot seat.

As we reach the door, I can't help but to glare at the sisters.

"You got me in trouble!" I growl at Yelena.

"And you, you knew something was off, that's why you came looking for me earlier. You knew once I'd seen the pudding after it set that I'd have known..." I point towards my guilty girlfriend.

They remain silent, as they stare anywhere but at me.

"No Augustus for you for three days!" I point to Yelena.

"There will be a blanket and pillow on the couch for you tonight." I say as I point to Natasha.

Then I simply walk away, leaving no room for rebuttals. I head straight to the dumpster to find out what the hell Yelena tried to poison our friends with.

There it is, the culprit—brown gravy—literally not even a designated flavor, just brown. I'm so grateful I hadn't bitten into it yet.

Now, Wanda's only mistake, was ever entrusting any of us with anything.

Turns out Natasha had missed her window to order from our normal takeout spot, and in her rush she had ignored the multitude of two star Yelp reviews for the place she settled upon.

So, in the end Yelena attempted to poison our friends, and Natasha succeeded...

———

So now that it's Christmas Eve, Wanda seems almost relieved. She started the month off with an abundance of Christmas cheer, and now she looks like she's about to meet the ghosts of Christmas past in her dreams...

Wanda's POV

"So, what's the plans for tonight?" Natasha asks me as soon as she enters the kitchen to have some breakfast.

"Y/N made the plans, something about a family tradition she recalls, and wants to start anew with us." I reply, slightly smiling at the assassin while holding my steaming mug of tea in front of my face.

"Wait, you relinquished your reigns on the holiday?" Natasha playfully questions me, while settling beside me with some toast.

"I'd do just about anything for Y/N/N, even if she's a pain in my ass most days."

"Sing it!" Natasha quickly agrees.

Y/N's POV

I don't exactly have the largest repertoire of holiday memories, but I do remember a handful of traditions my mom had in place. Now, half are out the window because I tragically found out Santa wasn't real when I turned six in captivity.

Tonight, I plan to share a handful of them with my chosen family, so I'm currently at the store with a cranky Yelena.

"Hey, solnyshko, when will we be done? My legs are so tired, they might just fall off..." Yelena whines dramatically, as if the ten minute walk we just took to the store was like a strenuous hike through the Alps.

(Sunshine)

"Yelena, it's a rarity that it's ever this nice out in December, so just embrace it. I'm only here to buy a few items, and you're the one who asked to come."

"Well, who else would protect you?" She questions, looking around for 'enemies,' as she settled on staring down a toddler. Clearly still adjusting to my newfound freedom.

"Well, I'd like to think I'm quite capable myself." I laugh out, while throwing some groceries into the cart.

"You're a dragotsennyy tsvetok, and I don't exactly trust the world with you." She shyly admits.

(Precious flower)

"I appreciate your protective nature, Yel, and I quite enjoy your company most days, so thank you for tagging along." I genuinely reply, side hugging her, while also using her for leverage to reach an item at the top.

We make our 'lengthy hike' back to our apartment, where I begin to set out our plans for the day.

     —— 🎄Christmas Eve Lunch🥙 ——

On Christmas Eve, Tony, mom and I used to put on some silly Hallmark movie, and eat our weight in snacks. Tony would do anything for our mom, so sitting through some cheesy holiday chick flick was a sacrifice he'd make. I was always just happy to be there, watching as mom cried with her glass of wine in her right hand, and a tissue in her left.

So, I start by making some goodies, for our lunch time movie plans. I am making mac and cheese for Yelena and I, then loaded chicken Caesar salads for the redheads, who prefer to eat clean most days. Then, I settle on making 'Christmas' popcorn, buckeyes and cracker candy for snacking.

While waiting on the sugar to come to a boil, I begin dinner preparations, cutting up the vegetables I'll need.

"Ladies!!! Time for lunch." I shout from the living room, having successfully finished setting it all up.

"So, salad's our special Christmas Eve plans?" Wanda skeptically questions as she enters the living room.

"Hey, no judgements allowed. I made everyone something I knew they'd love, I have festive snacks, and I pulled up a cheesy gay Hallmark movie for us to watch." I reply sadly, with a pout to match.

"Hey, who made my solnysho sad?

...

Oh my gosh, mac and cheese!"

"See! That's what I was expecting!"

"I'm sorry, I was just messing with you." Wanda sincerely apologizes, and gently hugs me.

Natasha's the last to enter the room, grabbing her salad, then pulling me into her embrace on the couch.

This movie went off without a hitch, as everyone somehow got along for the whole film.

"That was beautiful." Wanda coos, as she wipes her tear stricken face

"....yeah, beautifully disgusting." Yelena gags, ruining the moment.

"Good choice, detka." Natasha states, pulling me in for a sloppy kiss, working to further disgust Yelena.

Yelena huffs, leaving the room immediately, as we all laugh at her antics. Settling in for some much needed cuddles.

               ———❄️Sweater's🥼———

As I finish packing up our dinner, I retreat to Nat and I's shared room to collect our attire for the evening.

I enter the living room, to see everyone is in their own worlds.

"Eyes up!!" I command, and they all look at me with raised brows.

"We depart in fifteen, so it's time I give you your required attire." I reply, smirking as all of their faces contort in worry.

"Yelena, Wanda, here are your corresponding sweaters, and some black sweats. Decide accordingly." I reply with a shit eating grin.

"Natty, here's yours." I giggle, handing her the maroon one, as I take off to put on the green.

They all seem rather amused, instead of annoyed as I expected.

"Let's go!" I excitedly cheer, throwing the keys to Natasha, and sitting in the passenger seat, to ensure I get the aux cord.

           ———🔭 Stargazing 💫 ———

Mom used to take Tony and I about an hour out of town to look at the stars, which always allowed 'Santa' time to load the house full of gifts. It was what she'd done for him all his life, and then continued to do with me.

We'd lay out a blanket, bringing thermos's full of her 'Christmas Tortellini and Spinach soup' for a late night snack, and silently look to the sky.

Tony would point out the constellations, teaching me all that he knew, while mom just watched us in adoration. Eventually, she'd point out some form of movement in the sky, and she'd say,

"Look!! Santa's finally made it to New York, let's see if we can beat him to our house, huh?"

Then I'd usually shriek in pure excitement, as I'd take off towards the car, leaving mom and Tony behind to chuckle at my antics.

I'd usually wake up in Tony's arms, having had fallen asleep on the car ride home.

"Hey nugget, looks like we just missed him, maybe next year..."

He'd whisper to me softly, as he'd tuck me into bed for the night, humming a lullaby to ease me back to sleep, and placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

Sadly next year never came, because he was off to college, and I to Hydra.

Now, I plan to carry this tradition on with my girls, obviously negating the portion about Santa of course.

—

"Are we there—." Yelena goes to question, for the tenth time since we left thirty minutes ago.

"Finish that question, I dare you." Wanda growls, staring 'lovingly' in Yelena's direction as they're seated together in the back.

"Almost there besties." I reply, watching as their faces both take up a scowl at my plural use of the word.

After another fifteen minutes, Natasha pulls off onto the vast area I'd mapped us to, and stares at me confused.

"Detka, you do know you can't actually take all three of us right?" Natasha questions amusedly.

"Who said I'm working alone?" I playfully question in return, then jump out of the car.

I grab my bag full of thermos's, and lay our blanket down upon a slight hill. The women hesitate, but eventually make their way over to me, taking stock of the setup.

"So, we're here to watch for Santa." I deadpan, watching as each women has a different reaction.

Natasha smirks, immediately sensing my sarcasm.

Yelena's face lights up, leaving me concerned that she hadn't had the talk yet.

Wanda's looks sympathetic, as she believes it's I who hasn't had the talk yet.

"Oh, dorogoy, Santa's not real." Wanda coos, kneeling down in front of me in an attempt to gauge my reaction.

"Take that back!" Yelena shouts, anger ever so present in her tone.

Wanda rises back to face her, as she realizes I'm fine, and turns her sympathy to her.

Natasha moves to sit next to me on the blanket while Wanda consoles a hurt Yelena.

"Smells good moya lyubov'."

"Thanks Natty, I hope it's as good as I remember." I reply solemnly, as she gently pulls me into her.

"Wanna tell me why we're here?" She requests, while digging into her thermos, and while I hand the other two theirs.

"Well..." I explain to them in detail about our traditions, and how even though it's not exactly the same, I'd still like to continue the Christmas Eve stargazing tradition with my favorite people.

The women smile lovingly at me, as they silently dig into their soups.

We eventually lay down beside one another, telling crazy stories about our unique Christmas experiences. Simply enjoying one another's companies, and for the first time all month, I feel the Christmas spirit coursing through me.

"Merry Christmas Eve, mommy, I love you." I choke out, as a shooting star soars by, then I feel arms securely wrapping around me for comfort.

Tony's POV (BOOM!)

I'm currently sat outside my cabin on the porch swing, staring up at the stars, and reminiscing on the simpler times.

Pepper just waddled out here, a mug of cocoa for me in one hand, and our little miracle bundled up in her other arm. I gently take our daughter from her, leaning her sleeping form against my chest and begin to point out the constellations.

"That one right there is called 'Orion' and it was your Auntie Y/N's favorite one. I personally love the 'Big Dipper,' but I'm pretty basic." I whisper, loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough as to not disturb her.

"So, when are you going to return to the city?" Pepper muses, having been trying to send me off to make amends for over a month now.

"In a couple of weeks, I want to try and pull a 'New Year, New Me' joke to soften the vibe. I have failed her repeatedly in every way, it's not just an easy fix."

"You'll never know if you don't try... Sometimes a simple sorry, and actually owning up to your wrongdoings can mend a lot."

"Pepper, we're talking about me leaving her to be tortured for two decades, choking her out, and then leaving her for dead. It's not like I just simply missed her graduation." I whisper shout, feeling the guilt building up once more and feeling as my airways constrict.

"Well, from what you've told me about her, I have a feeling she'll forgive you if you're sincere. You've done the work out while hiding out here, now go forth and mend your burned bridges. I love you Tony, and I just want you to be the man I know you can be..." Pepper states, as she scoops Morgan up, and retreats back indoors, leaving me with my thoughts.

"I'm sorry mom, I really never meant to let you guys down, I promise to do better." I sigh out, as I watch a shooting star soar by, as a stray tear streams down my cheek.

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How could you do this to me?

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha hasn’t been around recently and Y/N’s been really missing her company, but that changes when some CCTV footage is discovered.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

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You weren’t surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again, the space beside you missing a red-head assassin. You’d grown used to the sight of bedsheets spread lazily on your side of the bed, almost completely thrown off of the edge. It wasn’t unusual, however, the feeling of disappointment that lingered in your chest every morning never eased with time.

‘I’m just off to train, baby.’

‘I need to go and see Fury about this next mission, you go back to sleep’

‘I forgot to debrief the team last night, so we need to have a meeting this morning instead.’

‘Off to get some breakfast, my love. I’ll save you some eggs.’

Those were the typical reasons you received whenever you questioned where she was going in such a hurry in the mornings. You knew she was busy, of course you did. But, you missed the mornings when she’d pull you back into her chest, refusing to let you leave until you gave her a few kisses, which never ended up just being kisses, but you always gave in either way.

Now that you think of it, you can’t remember the last time she held you. Not properly. She used to hold you in a death grip, so tight that you could almost feel her heartbeat in your own chest. Nowadays, you were lucky to get more than a few taps on the back, it felt like you were being congratulated for something.

You’d always brushed it off, thinking that you must’ve been selfish for wanting so much of her attention, you had to be more understanding of how demanding her job is. It wasn’t like you never tried, you did, everyday. It would just be nice to feel her love for you a little more, even if it was just a quick peck before she left in the mornings.

“Hey Wan’, Hey Vis” You smiled at the pair as they stood at the kitchen counter, cracking eggs and buttering some toast. They loved cooking together, Wanda always told you how cute it was when Vision was trying to learn, especially after his fiasco with the Paprika.

“Hi Y/N, want something to eat?” Wanda handed you some toast, which you took gratefully, slowly munching on it.

Vision looked up as though to engage in conversation, when he then looked around in confusion. “Where’s Ms. Romanoff?”. You shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I think she’s training, I’ve not heard from her yet.”

You were looking at Vision, but it was near impossible to miss the sympathetic look Wanda was giving you. She knew about how you’d been feeling with Natasha not being around so much, she had tried to help, to hint to Nat that you’d been feeling a bit neglected for a while now, but she hadn’t gotten very far.

“Nat, nat, I just think that maybe you should spend a little more time with Y/N” It was obvious the assassin wasn’t listening to her, shrugging it off and trying to walk past the witch, only to have a hand pressed on her chest to push her backwards.

“Wanda, I need to go, I'm running late.”

“you’re always running somewhere. I'm sure Fury, or Tony or whoever you’re in such a rush to see, can wait. You haven’t seen your girlfriend in forever.”

“I saw her last night.”

“Crawling into bed in the early hours of the morning and sleeping next to her, isn’t seeing her, Nat.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as she watched her friend turn around and walk the other way. She could’ve used her powers to stop her, she didn’t see a point though. She wasn’t listening, and she couldn’t force her to.

“It's fine though, honestly! I can hang out with you guys today if you’re not busy?”

the couple shared a look of awkwardness before looking back towards you.

“Actually, we were going to go into town and do some sightseeing. You’re welcome to join us though!” She smiled, not wanting you to be alone, which you were grateful for, but you couldn’t intrude.

“No no, don’t worry! I think I've got something Tony wanted me to check out in the Lab, now that I think about it.” You didn’t. “You guys have fun though! take pictures!” You winked, knowing full well that your best friend didn’t believe you, she hesitated before nodding her head in agreement and beginning to walk off with Vision in tow.

__________________

An hour or so went by, you still hadn’t seen Natasha at all, or anyone, really. They all seemed to have disappeared to do their own thing, leaving you to find yours. So, you found yourself wandering into your lab, where you found Tony observing the screens with an endless amount of data changing every couple of seconds. You never really understood how he made sense of it all so quickly, but you’d always been intrigued nonetheless.

He must’ve sensed someone was there, as he broke away from his train of thought and glanced over towards you, fully acknowledging how your shoulders were slumped and your eyes lacked your usual sparkle. Tony alway had a soft spot for you, he’d known you for years, taking on a role similar to a father’s. Seeing you look so defeated recently, it’d hurt him a little more than he cared to admit.

Gesturing for you to come in with a gentle smile before moving and adjusting various chunks of metal on the table in the centre of the lab.

“Ah ah!” He tapped the bridge of his nose

“You can’t be serious! Tony I-”

“Nope”

“I’m a grown woman!” You laughed in disbelief at his

“Yes, you are, and I do not plan on taking said grown woman to medical because she got a shot of electricity through her eyeball. Put them on.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a pair of the obnoxiously large lab goggles and put them over your face. He really took being a ‘father figure’ too seriously sometimes. With your goggles on, you took yourself over to where he stood, hoping to help him out somehow and keep yourself occupied.

You watched him move around blueprints on the screen above. “So, whatcha working on?”

“Well, remember that last mission we went on? How that ended?”

“Well, considering I had to get bullets removed for the last two hours, I’d say I remember pretty well.”

His face cringed slightly “Yeah, that’s the one. I’m basically just trying to layer the suits more, but keep the weight to a minimum so that there’s more protection, but the speed and mobility is almost, if not, the same.” He pondered, mind wandering off again to try and figure out how he could make this work.

Suddenly springing to action, he started assembling some pieces together, chucking some aside and reaching for different tools he required.

Looking towards you, he tilted his head “Can you pass me the-”

His sentence was interrupted. “Hey Tony, hey-” Banner. You didn’t mind Bruce, he was always quite quiet and polite most of the time, a little awkward, but, when you have a literal Hulk inside of you, it’s probably the least of your concerns.

You waved at the Avenger. “Hi Bruce” You gave him a friendly smile, for it to be returned with an awkward gaze, which he tried to quickly shove off.

“Yeah, uh, hi, Y/N. W-what brings you here?”

“Oh, no particular reason, I wanted something to do so I thought I'd come down, just pay a visit.” He nodded, acknowledging your words but appearing a little on edge, almost.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked “You look a little pale?”

“Yeah, yeah n-no I'm fine, just a-a bit tired.” He stuttered before suddenly directing his attention towards the man standing beside you. “How’s it coming along, Ton’?”

“Not bad, I have a wonderful assistant to help me out.” he nudged you playfully.

“Haha, yeah. She’s great. Anyways, you seem to have a good hold on things, so, I’ll leave you to it and come back later.”

Neither of you had managed to get a word out before Banner had walked out and was already out of sight. You turned to face Tony again.

“Was that- did you find that weird at all?”

“I find most of the people in this compound weird.”

It was a serious question, but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the millionaire’s response.

“I do pride myself on it.”

“As you should. You’re the weirdest one.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm. “Rude!”

“I’m kidding! Now, pass me that screwdriver, goggles.”

Chuckling, you threw him the screwdriver and zoned out thinking about Bruce’s weird behaviour. While Tony was right, the majority of us are weird. You couldn’t stop thinking about how unusual it was, even for him. You put it to the back of your mind though, focusing back on what the man beside you was working on. You’re sure it’s fine.

________________________

You thought you were going crazy. First you had Nat, who was disappearing every chance she got, Then you had Bruce who couldn’t look you in the eye and when you finally believed it couldn’t get any weirder, you picked up on some strange vibes from Steve.

“Oh finally! I was beginning to think no one else actually lives here.” You approached Steve who seemed to be walking and talking with Bruce, both taking a step back when they looked towards you.

“Hey Y/N, we were just-”

“We were just about to go and have a shower. Training.” Steve cut in, earning himself a glare and a shake of the head from the scientist beside him, subtle, so you hadn’t noticed, otherwise you would’ve questioned it.

“Oh? You were training too, Bruce?”

“Well, I-” He glanced at Steve. “Yeah. Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get some combat down, just in case I needed it.”

“Considering our last mission, I think we all should.” the super soldier quickly added, sending you an enthusiastic smile, which you had returned. You went to speak again, possibly inquiring as to whether or not they knew where your girlfriend was, but you hadn't had the chance as the pair of them quickly rushed off, muttering something about catching you later, leaving you on your own, once again.

What the hell was going on?

_____________________

Feeling defeated, you trudged your way into your bedroom, just wanting to shower, get into bed and sleep, and hope for some form of normality.

What you hadn’t expected, was to walk in and see the back of a familiar figure sporting the black suit she practically lived in, tying her hair into a low bun and beginning to change into some more comfortable clothes.

You were dating, so it wasn’t new to see Nat changing, but you still thought it would be decent to make her aware of your presence. The small “ahem” was enough to make her spin round and flash you a smile, her pearly white teeth on show.

“Hi babe, i’m just changing for bed. You okay?”

The words felt so unfamiliar to you, having not heard them in what felt like forever. Still, you decided to humour it.

“Yeah, yeah I'm okay. A bit of a weird day is all.”

She laughed, returning to laying out her clothes. “Well, we are surrounded by some weird people.”

“That’s what Tony said.”

There was an atmosphere in the air that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It had always felt comfortable with Natasha, you would describe her company as being like a safety blanket, enveloping you with warmth and a sense of security. This felt different. It didn’t feel familiar anymore, it was like you were face to face with a stranger and the more you looked at her, the more it upset you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Natasha put her palms on your cheeks, bringing your Y/E/C eyes to meet her emerald ones in the process. You hadn’t realised that tears had fallen until the pad of her thumbs gently brushed them away.

“I just, it sounds so stupid.”

“Tell me.”

You let out a sigh, eyes beginning to dart around the room. “It just feels like I’ve never seen you, I don’t remember the last time we’ve spoken and it’s, it’s been lonely.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your response, lips falling into a frown, but you were quick to speak again.

“It hasn’t just been you though, I understand that work gets in the way, but, it felt like some members of the team were acting differently around me.”

“Really? Like who?”

“Well, I mean, Bruce could barely bring himself to say anything more than a sentence to me and I tried to speak to Steve just before I came here and he rushed off like his life depended on it. I don’t know, maybe I’m just being a bit paranoid.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Detka, I wouldn’t worry about it.” She whispered, hands pulling you forward with ease to bring your lips together. You smiled at the contact, you’d missed it.

You were so caught up in it, that you hadn’t noticed you were the only one smiling.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were interrupted by an electronic voice in the room.

“Miss Romanoff, Miss Y/L/N.” It was F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Mr Stark is asking for you both in the conference room.”

“Alright, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’re on our way.” Your girlfriend replied, rushing away from the kiss and leading you to the door.

Why was everyone in such a rush today?

_______________________

“So, I was messing around with some things in the lab, and I think I've found a solution to our suit issue. It’s still a work in progress because I'll need to tweak some things and then tailor them blah blah blah, but I thought I'd show you guys the latest. JARVIS?”

“Bringing up footage 182.”

While you waited for the video to be up and running, you took note of everyone sitting around you. For the most part, they looked tired, though you don’t blame them, it was pretty late.

Shuffling to your left, you held Natasha’s hand in yours, sending her a loving gaze before resting your head on her shoulder, just content that she was close by. She sat a little straighter at the action, careful not to push you off of her, but not entirely relaxing either.

The large tv screen lit up, a view from the corner of the lab came into sight where you could see Tony installing different wires and pieces of loose metal into the suit, watching it light up as he did so. He was in the middle of explaining what he was doing as the recording went on, when the screen suddenly turned to static, black and white lines taking over the screen.

“JARVIS?”

“Minor technical issue, working on it, Mr Stark.”

You caught Wanda’s eye across the table, a playful smirk plastered onto her face at the mishap, watching the billionaire get stressed over a television. You couldn’t help but laugh at the words flying from his mouth as he started hitting the remote, as if he was someone who didn’t understand technology.

It wasn’t long before an image appeared back on the screen, however, this wasn’t the same recording. This is from the gym. It focused on one of the square mats in the middle of the room where two people were sparring. One of which, you immediately recognised as Natasha.

The other person definitely wasn’t a girl, their hair was short and muscles so big you were worried that one slice would be the end. It zoomed in a little, and from the blonde hair and dark blue outfit, you pieced together who it was.

“Oooh, Black Widow and the SuperSoldier, one vs one. Now this should be interesting.” A previously tired looking Sam clapped his hands and leaned forward, now fully invested in the scene in front of him.

You turned to Nat, who now looked a little paler than she did before.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, don’t tell me, you lost this spar?” You joked, expecting her to join in and tease you back. Instead, her face displayed an emotion you weren’t entirely sure of.

Before you could question it, you noticed the room fall silent. Not even a breath could be heard in the room. Your head turned slowly, meeting a mixture of shocked and sympathetic faces. And that was when you saw it.

Nat had kissed Steve, and he didn’t stop her.

If you weren't aware of your heartbeat before, you couldn’t be now, for it felt like it had completely stopped. Your jaw fell as your eyes filled with tears, only worsening the longer you saw the two of them on the screen. It was only turned off when a third person walked into view, not needing to ponder on who it could be, you immediately faced guilty stares. Three of them.

“You- you kissed-” You stuttered, incapable of forming a sentence towards your teammate. “And, you knew?” Your voice broke, tears now beginning to find their way down your cheeks for the second time as Bruce couldn’t bring himself to answer you.

You swiftly rose out of your seat, attempting to keep yourself composed until you could be alone.

“Baby-” Natasha murmured, trying to take hold of your hand, which you snatched back before she could lay a finger on it.

“Don’t.”

“Please-”

“Leave me alone.” You spat, speed walking out of what now felt like an overcrowded room.

You didn’t hear it, you’d left too early, but if you had stayed, you would’ve heard the team give Nat and Steve the scolding of their lives, mainly from Wanda and Tony, telling them how disappointed they were in them both. How they’d be lucky if you were to forgive them for what they did.

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You don’t know how long you’d been sitting on your shared bed for. It could’ve been an hour, it could’ve been a couple of minutes. All you knew, was that you couldn’t stay in this room much longer, looking at the picture frames and the shared wardrobe, it just felt painful.

So, you walked over to your wardrobe and gathered every item of your clothing into your arms, lacking any care for if there were hangers or labels in the way, and chucked them on the bed and started to chuck it all into a suitcase intended for holidays but, you don’t see that happening anytime soon.

The sound of sniffles and rustling was all you could hear in the room, so much so that it was suffocating, and it didn’t help when you heard the door creak open.

“What are you doing?” A voice squeaked. Natasha stood beside the door, fidgeting with her fingers as she anxiously bounced from one foot to the other. You didn’t even bother to look up in her direction, focusing solely on getting out of there as soon as you could.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean it.” You scoffed at her attempt at an explanation. “I love you.”

That’s what made you whip your head to see her red and puffy eyes, if this was any other situation, you would’ve rushed over and engulfed her in a hug, tell her that everything would be okay and you’re there for her. Now? All you felt was anger.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have kissed him.”

“I didn’t know-”

You stood up straight, almost laughing at her choice of words. “You didn’t know? Bullshit. I’m pretty fucking sure everyone is aware when they kiss someone. Did you know when you were kissing me then? Or did you not know that either?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think I care.”

She tries to step closer to you, only for you to take one back, holding your hand out, indicating for her to stop.

“No. no, you know what Nat, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like a stranger for weeks, like I'm sharing a bed with someone I don’t know, for you to then kiss someone else and expect me to forgive you. You have no idea how I've felt these past weeks, blaming myself and thinking I was selfish for wanting your time. It’s funny, really.”

She looked away from you, regret taking over her features, both of you now having tear stains covering your rosy red cheeks.

You broke the silence once again. “Was that the first time?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Y/N-” She pleaded

“Answer the question, Natasha.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

Silence returned to the four walls.

“Get out.”

“No, no, we-” She stepped forward, only to halt herself when she realised what she was doing.

“There is no ‘we’. We’re done. I’ll have my stuff moved back into my room by tonight, though I'm sure it won’t make much of a difference to you.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She walked out of the room, hesitating slightly, wondering if it’s worth staying and trying to figure out whatever this is. She shook her head to herself, knowing she’d fucked up. There wasn’t a fight anymore. It was done.

Collapsing on the bed, the feeling washed over you again as the finality of it all set in. You didn’t stop though. You packed your clothes, your perfumes, all of your loose hair ties and left the room with only one thought on your mind.

Natasha won’t even notice the difference.

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Summary: While at another one of Tony’s parties, Natasha finds herself watching your interactions with Carol while she was with Steve, Bucky and Sam. While you and Natasha have been together for 2 years, Carol still flirted with you, yet you didn’t really flirt back. You just continued to be normal. An hour after watching you and Carol from afar, Natasha takes you to your shared room to remind you who you belong to.

Warning: Smut – literally porn without a plot, so be over 18.

Side note: I thought of this while trying to think of ways to start writing for Natasha and this is what I came up with. I don’t even know how my brain functions, but here’s a product from it. Enjoy.

Marvel masterlist. 

“It’s a real limited crowd for a Stark party.” Steve observes and looks around the room.

“Yeah, I guess Pepper insisted on close friends and co-workers.” Natasha agreed.

“Even Carol managed to make it, haven’t seen her in a while.” Sam grabs a drink from the nearby table and joins Steve and Natasha.

“Look who finally made it.” Natasha laughed and clinked her glass against Sam’s.

“I’d never miss out on a party like this. Three drinks in and I bet you Tony will start his nonsense.”

“I’d say he starts it when his sober. The man knows how to throw a party.” Bucky joins in and stands next to Steve.

“And what may have had you so busy that you only come to us now?” Steve asked looking at a rather untidy looking Bucky.

“Nothing, I was just busy at the gym before. Didn’t get a chance to make myself look presentable.” He explains not looking at anyone.

Steve knew better and noted to ask him about it later.

“Seems like Carol is enjoying her night.” Sam points out as she laughs rather loudly while conversing with you.

When Natasha looked in the direction of you and Carol, her eyes narrowed at how cozy Carol seemed to be getting with you, but she kept her composure and took a sip of her drink as she kept looking in your direction.

Time went on for about another hour and you were still by Carol and Natasha was still watching you while Steve, Bucky and Sam were discussing upcoming missions.

Bucky noticed Natasha’s distanced gaze and saw her glaring daggers into Carols head as she held you by the waist and laughed at something you said.

“Ooh Nat, looks like someone is trying to steal your girl.” He teased and bumped her side.

Natasha’s gaze fell onto Bucky and she sent him a smirk, “Steal my girl? I mean they can try, but we all know what the outcome would be.”

Truth be told there was a period in time where you and Natasha were just going on a few dates, Y’all didn’t label or specify if it was exclusive. So, when she saw you in the company of another woman, she called you that night and your moans and whimpers could be heard pretty much all over the compound.

2 years over and you both are still hot and heavy for one another.

With one last sip at her drink, she excuses herself and makes her way to you. The whole time Steve, Bucky and Sam watching her, knowing exactly what was going to happen the moment you two were out of sight.

She bid Carol a good night and took hold of your hand and walked you away without letting you say good night to Carol.

What you both didn’t see was Carol send Steve, Bucky and Sam a knowing smile.

“Now that we’re finally away from everyone. Did you assume I’d let you get away with disrespecting me in front of the others?” Natasha’s voice scolded as you sat on the bed to stake off your heels.

“Disrespect you? I didn’t say or do anything wrong.” You argued back.

The whole night you were on your best behavior, and when you weren’t at Natasha’s side, you were with a friend or alone.

“What did I say about lying princess?” She said stalking towards you.

“I’m not lying.” You whine as she grips your hair to make you look up at her.

“Okay then, let’s refresh your memory. Did you not flirt with Carol while I was with Steve, Bucky and Sam.” Her eyebrows were drawn together, and her eyes narrowed looking down at you.

Your cheeks darkened when you recall Carols advances, she was being quite friendly that night and you didn’t know how to take it, so you just acted normal.

“I didn’t flirt back; I didn’t even know whether she was flirting with me or not.” You whisper when she lowers her face to your level, her hand still gripping your hair.

“Do you know how I had to find out about the flirting? Bucky said someone was trying to steal my girl.” She let go of your hair and walked to the closet adjoined to your shared room.

“Nat, I promise, I wasn’t flirting back.” You say with tears forming in your eyes.

When she came back out from the closet, she had your favorite strap on in her hand.

“Aww princess, are you going to cry?” She asked teasingly.

You looked away from her and pouted. You knew what was about to happen.

“No daddy.” You whispered and glanced at her as she took off her dress.

Underneath she wore a black lingerie that complimented her features in the best way possible.

“Good, because I’m going to show you who you belong to, and I can’t do that when my pretty girl is crying.” She took hold of your chin in her hand and made you look up at her once again.

“Now, strip and sit on the bed.” She ordered and made her way to sit at the chair she kept at the end of the bed.

You did as you were told and shimmied out of your dress and quickly discarded your bra and panties.

Now being completely exposed to her, you sat at the edge of the bed and awaited your next order.

“Now, play with yourself for me.”

You give her a wicked smile and get to work.

You trail your one hand from you inner thigh and start to tease your pussy, as your other hand goes from your neck to your breasts and tease at your nipples.

“Yes princess, just like that.” Natasha now has the strap on and she starts to tease at her own nipples as her eye run over your body.

A small game starts between the two of you, and soon you have two fingers deep in your pussy and you’re moaning out to Natasha.

“Please can I come daddy?” You whine and rub at your clit with your other hand.

“Cum for me princess, cum on your fingers for me.” She demands and watches you cum undone.

You’re a moaning mess by the end of it, the long night and alcohol making your eyes droopy.

“Don’t get tired on me now baby. I’m just getting started.” She said and made her way to you.

You looked up at her pleadingly and all she did was chuckle.

“You didn’t think I was going to do easy on you? Move up the bed and get comfortable.”

With a huff, you wiggle onto your fours, and crawl up the bed, not before squealing from Natasha slapping your ass.

You give her a glare from over your shoulder and do as you’re told and make yourself comfortable.

“Good girl spread those legs for me. I want to see how wet you are for me.” She said making her way up the bed.

You run you hands on both your thighs and spread your legs as much as you can.

“So wet for me princess.” She stated situating herself between your legs.

“Only you daddy.” You whine looking at the strap on she is running along your folds.

“Only me.” She repeats and slides into you.

You look into her eyes and pucker your lips, she gets the silent message and claims your lips with hers.

A steady rhythm is set as rocks her hips back and forth. She so deep inside you that each time she grinds into you, you can feel her hitting your g-spot each time.

“Harder.” You moan beg her.

“What the princess wants, the princess gets.” She says and pulls out of you. Next thing you know your head is buried into the mattress and your ass is in the air.

She slides the cock into you and pulls your hips back harshly onto her. Continuously, not stopping for one moment.  

You’re a moaning mess and can’t even form proper sentences. You feel her lean down and press her weight against you as she whispered pretty nothings into your ear.

“Such a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” She murmurs and fucks into you harder.

“Gonna cum.” You manage to say.

“Then cum for me princess, cum on my cock and make daddy happy.” She taunts and starts to pick up the pace if that’s possible.

You feel yourself cum undone and moan out her name as she continues to fuck you.

“There you go, such a good fucking girl.” She praises and lays kisses on your back.

As you start to calm down from your climax, you feel her pull out of you and gently turn you over on your back.

“You did so well princess, made me so proud.” She continues her praises and kisses you all over your face until she meets your lips and you both share a gentle kiss.

“Now, spread those beautiful legs, I’m not done yet.” 

[widow-maximov]

It's You

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, some fluff and angst, sexual suggestion.

Summary: Y/n thinks she has met the one until she joins the Avengers..

Word Count: 6.9K

Part 1, Part 2

4 hours later

You jumped up from the nightmare that has been triggered by the hospital room, from the fear you startled Wanda who you been sleeping on. Your breathing increased as you stared at the window in front of you where once Wanda and Vision was.

Wanda’s hand was on your back to calm you down which you didn’t notice until she spoke up “Everything is okay.. Deep breaths Y/n” Her hand ran up and down your back which helped.

From the nightmare and fear that filled your eyes, you didn’t feel that you teared the stitches and reopening the wound, bleeding again, until Wanda tried to slowly pull you back into her, when you jerked from the pain.

Her eyes widen at your pained face when she looked over, the clothes you were wearing were soaked with blood, that’s when she screamed “Someone help!”

You was riddled with pain that was coursing your body, you tried to hold where it hurt but the more you touched the more it hurt, your hands covered in your own blood. Before you could bleed out and loose consciousness on your own, Dr Cho walked in to see you in pain and blood seeping out of you again, she quickly grabbed some gloves and a needle.

Wanda was observing her with so much worry “What are you going to do to her?” Wanda’s question wasn’t in any way disrespectful but more laced with fear.

Cho didn’t answer her as she stuck the needle into your arm and inject a substance to which you reacted within seconds, the hand that Wanda was holding suddenly went limp and you riddled with pain turned to peace as your body relaxed and you was unconscious.

That’s when Dr Cho answered “I needed her to stop moving or she would reopen her wounds more than now.” She looked at Wanda, and then reached over to where your bleeding, she looked at the stitches which are now all lose and some are even snapped.

She looked at Wanda “You need to leave” Wanda couldn’t believe her right now, she wanted to stay with you and she was going to cause a scene but she needed her to stitch you up so she obeyed Helena and walked out.

Her hands covered in your blood, she walked out, not expecting anyone that’s when in the corner of her eye, she saw Natasha. She looked over at the woman who was on the floor with her head down.

Natasha looked up in the door’s direction and her eyes fell on Wanda’s blooded hands, she felt like her heart stopped but Wanda spoke before anything “She’s fine, just some issues with stitching”

Natasha let out a breath that she was holding back, giving a nod. Wanda sat down next to Natasha on the floor and questioned “Why are you still here?”

Natasha didn’t even look up and spoke without missing a beat “I’m worried just like you”

Wanda’s eyes never left Natasha’s side profile “Lying could fool everyone but me”

That’s when Natasha looked over “My thoughts are for me and only me” her words were surrounded with a little bit of anger.

Wanda smiled a little “Not when they are this loud”

Natasha ran her hands through her red smooth hair “I know she has a girlfriend but there is something about her that just makes-”

“-You want to be around her all the time?” Wanda finished, earning a shocking nod from Natasha.

“You too, huh?”

The witch looked ahead at the wall and just plainly said “Yup” popping the p.

That’s when the silence fell between them, neither knowing what to say so Wanda naturally changed the subject from admitting their feelings to something else “You know my powers don’t work on Y/n”

Natasha leaned on her hand which was leaning on her knees as she stared at Wanda “Really? How do you know?”

“I can never hear her thoughts, and today I tried to erase any nightmares so she’s able to finally rest but she still woke up from nightmares which is what caused her stitches problem”

“She’s even more special than we thought” Wanda nodded with a hum as an approval.

There was silence again but the Sokovian stood up “I’m going to take a shower and maybe sleep, let me know when she wakes up but be by her side”

Natasha nodded, not really sure to why the witch suddenly wants to leave your side, but she is willing to let her rest whilst taking care of you “Of course”

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Waking up again with more pain than before was worse, your eyes searched for the witch but was met with the badass Widow instead, you smiled at her sleeping, she was leaning against the wall in the chair, instead of placing her head on the bed near you.

Her mouth was hanging open a little which was cute, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t like Nat as well but the feelings for Wanda seems to be stronger.

“Hey sleeping beauty” You spoke, your voice was raspy from being passed out for so long.

Natasha’s eyes opened so fast at the sound of your voice, it was slightly concerning but her fast movement towards you to hug you was distracting “Y/n! Thank god”

You looked around still with fear which Natasha noticed “What’s wrong?”

You looked back and took a deep breath “I don’t want to be here.. It reminds me of my past and its freaking me out” You paused, trying to keep your tears in “I just want to go home”

That’s all Natasha needed, she stood up with a blink of an eye, you looked confused at her “What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer but she opened the door and just simply shouted “Dr Cho!”

Within seconds, Helen walked in as she rolled her eyes at the Widow which caused a glare from the red head “Why did you call me here?”

Natasha closed the door slowly and leaned against it as she crossed her arms “Y/n is going home”

She just bluntly said it, it wasn’t a question but more of a demand “It’s best if she stayed”

That’s when Natasha’s soft look turned into the deadliest glare you had ever witnessed, if looks could kill Dr Cho wouldn’t be here right now “I don’t think you understand Helen, Y/n is going home”

You could literally hear the silence, you could see Helen being a little scared of the woman in front of her so she just simply agreed “Y-yeah okay.. Let me just give her some painkillers so she’s able to walk out of here”

And just like that her deadly glare turned to a smile as she walked over to you and Helen to the needle, she put her gloves on and took some substance, she gently stuck it inside you and injected just enough so you’ll be able to go home.

“When she gets loopy, then she can go home” Helen spoke and quickly walked out, leaving you and the redhead alone.

“I’ll get Wanda to take you home, I still have some many paper work to do here but I will come to check up on you” Natasha spoke with sadness in her eyes but when mentioning visiting that sadness disappeared.

You nodded and she stood up as she walked to get Wanda, you could feel your anxiety slowly increase but you closed your eyes and slowly started to count up. Sometimes this method worked to calm you down but sometimes it failed horribly, before you knew it, Wanda rushed in and your loopy state kicked in.

“Ooooh its the redhead!” You slurred your words which caused a little laugh to escape her perfect lips.

“Come on, let’s get you home” She spoke with a smile across her face at the sight of you in a better mood.

You slowly sat up with minimal pain but you could easily ignore it, Wanda held your clothes as she placed them down and turned around “Change your clothes and we can go”

She walked over to the window and closed it so people who walk past can’t see you, she peeped through it until you finished “Okayyy, doneee redhead!”

The witch span on her hill and looked at you with a smile “I’m actually a brunette”

You gasped “My whole life is a lieee!”

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You leaned against Wanda when walking up to your apartment, she was exhausted as you couldn’t remember where you lived at first but thank god there was an address in your bag.

“Are we there yettt?” Your state only got worse the longer yous took to get there.

Wanda rolled her eyes and shook her head “Nearly there Детка (baby)”

“Yesssss (???)” You tried to say Детка (baby) but it was a complete fail which had Wanda laughing so hard.

Wanda holding you this close, had some not so innocent thoughts enter her mind but your loopy state kept her at bay, she opened your door and walked inside, making quite a noise, especially with you not looking where you are going.

“Home sweetie home..” You paused with a frown “No.. that doesn’t sound right”

Wanda suppressed a laugh “Home sweet home, not sweetie, darling”

Which caused you to point up with joy “Yes! That’s it. You are so smart” Just like that the door to your shared bedroom opened and Olivia walked out, looking tired and confused at what she witnessed.

You looked over as you redirected your finger towards Olivia “Look its my girlfriend!”

Wanda shyly smiled, forgetting that you lived with her, she awkwardly stood there but spoke up when she realised that Olivia was awaiting an explanation “Y/n was shot couple of times and had a surgery so she’s under a lot of strong medication, I just took her back home”

“Alright...” She just stared at the witch which only made Wanda question Olivia more, this wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. If Olivia was your girlfriend, she should’ve been more worried than she herself was the moment you lost consciousness.

Your eyes widen at a thought “You should marry me Oliv” You blurted out as you smiled at your girlfriend, to which Wanda dryly swallowed and plastered a fake smile.

“Of course baby, we will get married, now lets get you to bed” Olivia spoke with such a fake smile as her eyes darted towards Wanda to see her reaction to which she didn’t get.

“Well.. Y/n I should get going, rest well Детка (baby)” Wanda directed herself towards you to which she earned a big smile from you as you threw yourself at her.

“Yes, you too (???)” Speaking Russian wasn’t your strong suit so you was adorably failing.

Wanda left after saying her goodbye to you and Olivia, leaving you which she didn’t want. She wanted to stay with you there so you would have some support especially since you wasn’t receiving it.

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You opened your eyes and looked around, relaxing immediately at the familiar room, you’ll have to thank Natasha for saving you and Wanda for actually putting up with you.

You looked over to see an empty place where your girlfriend would be, with pain in every place of your body, you dragged yourself out of bed and downstairs to where you smelt food. If you wasn’t injured you would’ve been there in a blink of an eye.

You walked in the kitchen to see your girlfriend cooking, it was definitely a good sight from the behind so you took your usual place and spoke up “Good morning”

She turned her head towards you “Morning, are you no longer loopy?”

You leaned on your hand as you watched her “No, I’m officially all in pain”

She placed a plate in front of you and leaned on her hand to watch you “Did you mean what you said last night?”

Her question stopped you in the tracks, if she asked you that before you joined the Avenger, you wouldn’t hesitate but you thought this would be easier than telling the truth “Of course, I want you to marry me. This wasn’t how this was suppose to go but I do want this”

She smiled at you and nodded “Okay”

You looked confused with a frown “Is that how you accept my proposal?”

She laughed “Yes, I will marry you”

You smiled at her laugh “If I could I would hug you but If I move right now I will die of pain”

She made her way towards you with a little smirk “Mm, it’s okay” She paused as you turned your body towards her, she stood in between your legs and leaned down to your ear “We should celebrate”

She pulled away and kissed you hungrily, the more you moved the more pain you felt, you tensed at the pain which caused Olivia to move from your mouth to your neck as she mumbled against it “I want to scream your name”

Usually this would turn you on but it just wasn’t it so you did what you thought was best. Faked your pain, of course you was in pain but you made sure to make it sound worse than what it already is, you gripped where the bullet was and you whined in ‘pain’ causing her to stop and look at you.

“Sorry, it just hurts too much” You spoke lies so easily when before it would’ve been harder to do that.

She gave you a dry smile and nodded “It’s okay, eat up” with that she just walked away to where she was before and started to clean up a little.

You still didn’t speak to her ditching you on your anniversary so you thought it would be best to just do it now than wait out, taking a deep breath “Can we talk?”

She hummed but didn’t turn around so you continued “Why didn’t you want to spend our anniversary together?”

She didn’t show any care as she continued doing whatever she was doing “I already told you, I had plans for that day”

You narrowed your eyes at her “So what? You just forgot about our anniversary”

She turned around to face you “No and that’s why I didn’t want to spend it with you at first but you made such a fuss so I wanted you to come with me but you stormed off”

“The only reason to that was because you disregarded me so I left to prevent anything more”

She walked up to you again as she cupped your face with both of her hands, making you look at her “I’m sorry, but now we can just focus on our wedding okay?”

It was strange how easily she forgave you, usually she would stand her ground and try to prove her point but now she just was okay with it? It did hurt you that she didn’t want to spend your anniversary together but obviously that wasn’t the deal with her.

“Besides its a good time to sue” She spoke with a hint of joy in her eyes.

“Sue? Sue who?” You asked, being confused to why suddenly this was brought up.

“The Avengers, you were injured and now you can sue them for this and gain so much money.”

Ah, so money its something she wanted, so you spoke up “Why would I want to sue my family?”

Yes you were injured but by your choice, you knew what you was getting into the second you took that place they offered you which made her speak up “Family? I’m your family, they are people who put you in danger so it’s common sense you take what’s rightfully yours”

“I knew what I was getting into Olivia, It’s not their fault to what happened to me so I won’t be suing them” You moved away as her hands dropped.

She nodded with a fake smile “Okay, well I have to go to work” And walked off towards your bedroom to get changed and leave, you sat digging into the food you had, she walked past you and just walked out, you sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

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1 week later

You was scrolling through your phone, looking at engagement rings, the whole team already knew about your proposal as you informed them, they celebrated even if you weren’t there, but Natasha and Wanda weren’t too happy about it.

You bought one of the rings as they were suppose to be delivered today, but you still looked at others just in case you didn’t like the one you bought. The door rang and you stood up from the couch with so much pain. You opened the door and took the package, walked inside and started to open the package, you looked at the ring and there was doubt.

You didn’t want this, you only did this because you thought this was right.. But it really wasn’t. You knew what you had to do next, you sat down on the couch with the little black box that held the ring and waited for Olivia.

Obviously you didn’t just sit still for hours on end waiting for her to come back but you kept yourself occupied until she was back, you spent your time messaging Natasha as Wanda was on a mission and was back later on.

Natasha was sending you some videos of the team and how she was crashing them in some game they chose to play, she turned the phone so it faces her face as she spoke “Wish you was here Y/n, games aren’t the same! You better get well soon Y/n/n”

The video ended and you smiled at her being so caring, she had her own nickname for you and she was the only one who could use it, there was an incident where Clint used it to take the piss to which he ended up in a bruised face, ever since no one messed with Natasha.

You sent a picture of yourself smiling and sending it to Natasha which you get an immediate response with a picture as well but with text instead “Is that a bruise under your eye?”

Your eyes widen at what she said, you totally forgot why you sent half face pictures. Of course you and Olivia gotten into an argument over her pushing you to sue the Avengers again which you refused and that ended up with her throwing a cup towards you, you was suppose to move out of the way but you didn’t even notice her throwing it at you when you looked, the cup collided with your face, leaving a mark.

You placed your phone as Olivia walked through the door, she dropped her bag and walked over to you with a huge smile on her face “I have newss”

You held the box in your hand, looking down at it but she continued “This better not be the engagement ring, after you sue them we will go and buy me a big diamond ring”

That’s when you snapped “No we won’t” you looked at her and her smile fell.

“I’m breaking up with you” That’s all you said and you stood up, limping your way towards the bedroom, you pack some stuff of yours, she followed you.

“What do you mean? We are suppose to get married in 4 weeks”

You shook your head and took the bag you packed as you faced her “No, you wanted to have the wedding in 4 weeks, I wanted to wait a little longer, you haven’t respected any of my input and I have enough of it”

You pushed your way towards the front door, she spoke from behind you “I do respect your decisions but I just want the best for you”

You stopped and looked at her “And I know what’s best for me, and this relationship definitely isn’t. You never respected what I said, the Avengers did though, They never pressured me. I will get my things soon”

Olivia raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms but you took your phone and just walked out, you made your way towards your car, you were no where near cable of driving but you needed to just get away from her.

You drove towards the tower as best as you could, surprisingly you made it without crashing, taking your bag and limping your way towards your room, you made it through to where everyone was having fun, you walked through and when you were spotted you went back in time, and just did that until you made it to your room.

You placed your bag and just sat down, looking at your phone being blown up by Olivia’s texts. You chucked your phone onto your bed and made your way towards Wanda’s room.

You sat there and waited for her to return back from the mission, there was a mirror in front of you, you looked at yourself and just saw the slowly fading bruise, the more you looked at it the more you didn’t feel anything towards Olivia, the feelings you once had disappeared for her, you always thought she was the one you would want a family with but here you are sitting in Sokovian’s room waiting for her to tell her what you feel.

Your eyes darted towards the door when it started to open, you wasn’t even nerves but very tired and defeated, she looked at you and there was fear as if her heart stopped but when she realised it was you, she relaxed.

“You shouldn’t be here, What are you doing here?!” She questioned as she darted towards you, she examined you to check for any injuries but you were okay.

You looked at the box in your hand, she followed your gaze and took the box as she opened it “Is this the engagement ring for Olivia? It’s really beautiful” 

You dryly chuckled to hold back tears “She wouldn’t think so”

Wanda raised her eyebrows “What? I think its really beautiful. When are you planning to show her?”

“That’s the thing, I did and she said she wants a bigger one with a diamond” You spilled which made Wanda look at you with disbelief.

Wanda was close to saying something but you spoke up instead “It took me so long to realise that isn’t what I want” Staring at the little box in your hand, you closed it and looked into Wanda’s eyes “But this, I do” 

Wanda titled her head a little in confusion “What do you mean?” She asked to ensure that she understands what you mean.

“I broke up with Olivia, she started to change a lot and we would fight and she even threw a cup at me” You pointed at your eyes where the bruise was somewhat visible “ I would’ve went back in time but I didn’t even have time to react. She wanted me to sue Tony for my injuries and kept pushing me into that idea. I would never do that, you guys are my family, people who accepted me and trained me to become better”

The witch placed her hand on your check as her thumb delicately caressing the bruise under your eye, you melted to her touch and continued “I know you’re with Vision but-”

Her hand dropped from your cheek and she looked at you with a puzzled expression “Me with Vision? Who told you that?” 

“Well, no one, I saw the two of you outside the hospital room and I guess I just assumed” You looked down at your hand, fidgeting with your hands, her giggle pulled your attention back to her. 

“I was never interested in Vision so you don’t have to worry about him, I promise0” She held your hand to stop you from fidgeting. 

You were too mesmerised to even know what to say which she took as a turn to talk again “So now what?”

“I’m going to do what I wanted to do for a long time” You had a small smile as nerves ate at you.

She observed you as you started to lean in slowly, in case the redhead wanted to move away but instead with a smile she met your lips halfway, you immediately relaxed in the kiss, her hand made her way towards the back of your neck as you deepened the kiss.

She broke the kiss when air become an issue, both panting heavily, the two of you stare into each other eyes “I’m going to need you to say it”

She bit her lip as she smiled “I want this as well Y/n” 

She wasn’t trying to hide it, she was open and honest with her feelings which made you want her more “Then have it” there was a hint of lust in your eyes which she noticed.

A smirk made its way onto Wanda’s lips, you might’ve been in pain but you wanted her to feel good, especially now but you knew better than to do this before you even took her on a date.

She leaned in but you put your index finger on her lips “But first lets go on a date”

There was a small frown at your finger in contact with her lips but a smile soon followed “Let’s do it”

You let out a small chuckle at how enthusiastic she was “Tomorrow, right now I need a shower and sleep”

“You sure Dr Cho doesn’t need to examine you?” She asked worriedly as she crossed her legs, still staring at you.

You nodded “I’m sure, now goodnight” you said and kissed her forehead getting up carefully and limping your way out.

You looked over once more before disappearing, the redhead had a small blush and a huge smile, you smiled back and this time actually left.

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The date was just like you imagine it, Wanda looking breath-taking as always, the two of you went around New York to places you never been in but was her favourite, learning more about her. You was dragged by your hand around the places which fascinated her, it was adorable seeing her all caught up in whatever was around her.

But the good ended as soon as you guys bumped into Olivia, not physically but she was in the same place as the two of you, she was out with some guy and as soon as you saw her and she saw you, you knew this would end badly. 

She stomped her way towards you as Wanda walked further away not noticing Olivia approaching you “Y/n baby! You came back to me”

You frown at her first words “You don’t get to call me that and no I didn’t come back to you”

She was taken back a little but tried again “I tried to contact you but you never got back to me. That doesn’t matter, lets go home and cuddle to sleep” She had a little smile.

You shook your head as you chuckled “No way, you are out here with someone else and you want to go home and sleep with me?” 

She shook her head quickly trying to convince you otherwise “No, he means nothing-” 

That’s when he walked up to the two of you as she put his arm around Olivia and looked at you with his eyes narrowed as if you were to steal Olivia away “Who is this?”

You crossed your arms “No one” you tried to end this conversation but of course this definitely wasn’t going to end this quickly.

“Isn’t this your Avenger girlfriend you have been cheating on for months with me?” He said with a smirk on his face, trying to raise a reaction out of you.

You looked at Olivia with disbelief, “What?” 

She looked at you with pity “It’s wasn’t the same as before, and you were less around..”

Her eyes wandered behind you that’s when she spotted Wanda “You think she won’t cheat on you either? You’re not that good as you think” that’s when Wanda approached, she heard all of it, she wrapped her arms around you and stared at Olivia as if she was going to kill her.

“Come on, lets leave” Wanda whispered to you but you seem to be stuck in that place.

The dude who was by Olivia’s side “No wonders you left her, such a mighty hero and can’t even protect herself” He referred to the slightly less visible bruise under your eye.

You stared at him as if you were a deer stuck in the middle of the road, about to being hit, which just caused him to laugh and slightly take a step forwards “Can you even fight?” It was a question but to the redhead next to you sounded like a threat.

Her eyes changed colour as she gave him a warning “You better step back or you’ll regret even opening your mouth” 

He saw the danger in her eyes which made him step back next to Olivia, but Wanda was still causation. 

You never was the one to doubt yourself and never listened to anyone but that seems to struck some doubts that were deep inside you. Wanda took your hand, taking action before this situation gets worse, and dragging you away.

The way to your next location which was a little more private away from people, you knew this place because how often you came here, it was quiet all the way there as you was all the promises that Olivia made.

~~~Flashback~~~

Sitting on the roof of the apartment complex alone, on the edge just taking in how beautiful the city can be. Olivia made her way towards you with a smile as she sat down next to you and just observed you.

“What you doing here?” She asked without taking her gaze off you.

You kept your eyes on the stars “Had a nightmare so I decided to just sit here instead of waking you up”

“What nightmare? I didn’t feel you waking up” She asked a little confused.

You finally looked at her “That everyone left me again” 

She reached for your hand and gently took it in hers as her thumb traced circles “I promise you Y/n, I would never leave you or hurt you like they did” 

~~~End of flashback~~~

Well she lied, she left you, she hurt you and now you are here on a date with someone who isn’t Olivia, of course by the time you broke up with her, your feelings had disappeared but she still lied to you, she left you just like she promised she wouldn’t.

You didn’t noticed that you and the witch were sitting down until she spoke up “You know this isn’t your fault?”

You looked at her when you were pulled out of the daydream “I know but yet I can’t seem to not blame myself. I left to be someone who does good and she cheated and blamed me.” 

You paused and looked ahead “In a way I know this isn’t my fault, that I did what I always wanted to do but on the other hand if I didn’t leave, things would be different.”

You then looked at her, she was listening to you, not on her phone or doing something else but she was here with you “But then I look at you..” Your expression softened “And I know I did the right thing, I left the toxicity behind me and found someone better”

She had a smile when you finished, a smile that was brighter than any star in the sky “I’m glad you joined..” She confessed which made you smile as well at her words.

She moved closed to you as you pulled her into your embrace, your arm around her with her head placed on your shoulder, both falling into silence staring at the sky, feeling safe.

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5 years later

Like you could guess, there was many dates that followed that night and after 4th date, you both made it official, everyone was happy with your new fresh relationship, they all promised to insult Olivia the best they could when they see her, you laughed it off and felt like you fit in very well with these band of misfits. 

Eventually Natasha came around as well, she needed some time to herself, she never confessed her true feelings for you as she respected you and Wanda so being close friends was more than okay with her. It was better than losing you.

You and the Sokovian eventually bought a house together, near the woods away from the city, less people the better you guys felt. With Tony’s help, the security there was more than amazing, everything was like you wanted it but there was something missing..

The missing part was finally being able to call each other wives, not only taken  by words but by an item to tie it all together; rings.

You had informed the team about your plans of proposing to Wanda after she is back from a month long mission, you was excited and nervous. They agreed to help out. Steve was suppose to be the escort for Wanda but Natasha offered to do it as she felt the need to show maturity from her part. She was happy for you and Wanda, and this was her way of showing it as she never was a person to physically express her feelings.

Right now you were less than an hour away from Wanda’s arrival, you stood on a pier that looked like no one ever came it, it was a perfect place for this, no people no distractions, just the two of you, and of course the team that had to film the whole proposal.

You stood there with a nice set out and some blankets, you was a romantic type of person so this would never raise any suspicious with the witch. She thought you just wanted to greet her in a special way after being away from you for such a long time. She arrived with Natasha next to her side, she smiled at Natasha when she pointed towards where you would be, she thanked her and gave her a hug, before letting the other redhead disappear, or in this case join the team that was currently hiding out.

You was nervous, last time you proposed it turned into a disaster and this is the last thing you wanted it to be. You was planning to do this for more than a month but the opportunity knocked when she was assigned to a mission for a long time.

There she was, walking towards you with her hair down, in the dress you left for her, you knew she would look good in it but when she actually showed up in that dress, it didn’t do her justice, she was more than beautiful in your eyes and no matter how many times she smiled at you, those butterflies in your stomach at the sight of her smile that reached her eyes never seem to calm down.

You let out a shaky breath before she was close enough to notice your nerves, you extended your hand for her to take, and she took it more eagerly than she wanted to let on, she was just so happy to see you, missing you and your gentle touch.

She looked around when you finally held her by her waist, pulling her close to you “It’s beautiful” 

Your eyes never left her as you softly replied “I know” 

She looked back and understood to what you were referring to which caused her to blush, she has the same reaction to you as you have her and never for a second it disappeared but grew more and more with each little thing you did for her.

Her hands that were on your shoulders, now moved to the back of your neck as she pulled you in for a kiss that she was desperate to feel against her lips, you happily gave her what you both really wanted and missed, but you couldn’t let her distract you from the actual reason to why you are here.

You took a step back to give some sort of distance between the two of you which caused Wanda to frown at you. She missed you and wanted to be near you as close as possible, but no matter how much you tried to calm your nerves, the witch noticed them and stood the distance that you created.

You shyly smiled at her as you held her hands, your emotions all over the place so the best way to give yourself more courage was to pull Wanda into a quick kiss, allowing to buy yourself some time.

She noticed your rather weird behaviour and when you pulled away from you, that pretty face had a small frown across it “Are you okay моя любовь (my love)?”

Her voice only made you even nerves so you placed your finger on her lips to shush her, allowing yourself to finally speak before letting your nerves to control you “Everything is beyond okay darling” that was the first words that escaped your mouth which reassured Wanda that everything was semi okay.

And you continued with your big speech “Wanda baby, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me, everyday is a blessing when I am with you and I don’t think I would be able to live with myself if you weren’t here with me.” 

She was confused to where this was coming from, her urge to speak up was shushed when you continued “I took you here today, so this place can be a special place for us like any other place we have been together, but I think this place will become your favourite from them all..” 

You squeezed her hands to keep your butterflies at bay with how Wanda analysed you “These past 5 years has made me realise that you are all I ever needed in my life. Whenever you look at me, I could feel that feeling that never died down but grew each second together.”

You let go of her hands as you were preparing to get down on one knee in front of the witch “A lot has changed and that includes my view on life, I realised that I never want to spend another second away from you but rather my whole life with you..” 

And with that, you got down on my knee as you pulled out a perfectly matching ring for Wanda, you saved up everything you could to get her this ring. It was a sliver ring that had a little red diamond inside it, which matched her so well. Her eyes dropped down to the ring that you held in your fingers and tears appeared almost immediately at the sight of this moment and her hand covered her mouth in shock as she wasn’t expecting this.

“So, Wanda Maximoff will you marry me?” You asked the question that you were dying to choke out, you was right in front of her, on your knees as you were so vulnerable, pouring out your heart to the woman of your dreams.

 She shook her head violently as she was scared that this would be all a dream “Yes!” 

She grabbed your face in her hands and pulled you into a deep emotional kiss, she didn’t register the cheering from behind her until she pulled away, letting you stand up and perfectly setting a new ring on her finger. 

Everyone gathered around the couple, pulling into a big group hug and cheering at how perfect this all felt.

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As everyone left, the two of you stayed on the pier a little while longer, wrapped in each other arms, with a blanket over the two bodies to keep the warmth in between yous.

Your eyes were on Wanda as she just seems to enjoy this moment, she spoke soon enough, pulling you out of your daydream “You were right”

She simply said which caused a quick reply from you “Right about what?”

She looked at you with a smile that always met her eyes when she was around you “That this would be my favourite place”

Your smile spread hugely across your face, locking eyes with the green eyed goddess but before you could speak, Wanda captured your lips in her own, letting her hands wonder down your body, you knew her well enough to understand what she was getting at.

“We should celebrate this successful night..” She moved her lips to your ear as she purred, the way her hot breath hit your ear was enough to do whatever she wanted.

You smirked as you replied back with a hint of innocent to tease her “Oh really?” 

She nodded with a small chuckle, before straddling your hips and busying herself against your mouth, as you pulled her down with you so she laid on top of you.

You smiled against the kiss as you pulled away a little “It’s you.. It always has been” earning a heartfelt chuckle and a nod in agreement as she deepened the kiss.

She was always yours and you were always hers; until death do the two of yous apart...

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I trust you

Prompt number: 31 “I trust you”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Part two to Trust me for once.

Rating: T

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions blood, violence, and death. A lil angst. 

A/N: I just want to write for Bucky for the rest of fictober, someone stop me please. I don’t know why I love this fic so much, but I do. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep messing with me lmao. I passed 500 followers and I can’t possibly begin to explain how much that means to me and how much I love each and every one of you! When I started my Tumblr last year to write some shitty self indulgent fanfics I never thought anyone would ever read them. I never imagined having 500 people following my shitty blog. 

In the week and a half since Hydra had captured you, Bucky has been spiraling. When he got to the quinjet and turned to look for you, his heart fell into the pit of his stomach when he couldn’t find you. Everything you had said to him in the warehouse started to make more sense, you phrashed things a specific way; ‘so long as it gets you out of here safely.’ He knew you weren’t coming, but he still made Steve keep the quinjet there and wait until it was almost too late and the team was under attack again.

Back at the compound Bucky spends all of his time in his room or down in the gym punching- and breaking- one of the many punching bags, throwing his knives at targets, and working on his shooting. He isn’t sleeping and he isn’t eating, he won’t even talk to Steve when the super soldier tries to get him to talk- whether it be about what happened in the warehouse or anything in general. 

Steve, Sam, and Tony are exhausting every resource they have to find you, Hydra had moved you to another location as soon as the quinjet was out of sight of the base. On the rare occasion Bucky isn’t in the gym or his room, he's hovering over the shoulders of the three men hoping he’ll see something they missed. He doesn’t, and only succeeds in annoying aforementioned men with his brooding stares and silence. 

Bucky has nightmares on a daily basis again, something that his time in Wakanda with Shuri and T’Challa had gotten rid of. The only difference this time is he doesn’t see himself. He sees everything he went through, all the tourture he endured and the innocent bloodshed, but instead of him you’re in his shoes. He watches you get your brain turned into mush in the damn chair. He watches you forgetting everyone- forgetting him- and then going after the Avengers because you don’t know any better. He can never wake up from the nightmares, he’s stuck in them until he watches you die or you kill him. 

Twelve days after you’re taken, Bucky's down in the gym, sitting on a chair because the memories of you in the warehouse are consuming him. You saying that he hates you and to just trust you for once are playing on repeat. How could you think he doesn't trust you?

“I trust you!” he screams into the empty gym, wishing he’d told you so in the warehouse, hurling the knife that was resting in his hand into the wall across from him. He goes to run his hands through his long strands of hair, forgetting he had cut most of it off, something you would refer to as pulling a Britney. He has no idea what that even means, but you say it everytime you or Nat impulsively cut your hair super short. Instead he pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to push the memories away. “I could never hate you.”

Steve enters the gym quietly, observing his best friend for a few minutes. He’s never seen him this bad before, not even when he was consumed by guilt when he realized all of the innocent lives that were lost by his hands. Steve was aware that Bucky has had feelings for you since he saw you, immediately becoming infatuated with your beauty. His feelings continued to grow when he learned your humor, sarcasm, intelligence, and saw your skill in battle. Steve knew Bucky was intimidated and nervous, not as skilled with the women like he was seventy years ago and that’s why he didn’t talk to you, but Steve never realized that Bucky cared this much. 

“Hey Buck,” Steve finally speaks, causing Bucky to stand up and pretend he wasn’t just having a breakdown. “We’ve got something.”

Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead he brushes past Steve and walks out of the gym. Steve quickly leads the way to the lab, filling Bucky in on the new development. Hydra is streaming a live feed of you chained to a chair right to every computer and television screen in the compound. When the two get to the lab, packed with the rest of the Avengers huddling around the same screen, Bucky see’s you for the first time in twelve days. The first time you aren’t a figment of his imagination. You’re bruised and bloody: split lip with dried blood on your chin; dried blood on your forehead from where you must have wiped the blood from the cut on your eyebrow so it didn’t drip into your eyes before you were chained to the chair; you’re left eye black, blue, and bruised; your skin has a yellow hue and your cheeks are hollow from malnutrition. 

Bucky wants to scream, he wants to put a fist through a wall, and he wants to kill whoever laid a hand on you. The Avengers watch quietly as he squeezes through the gaps in the group's huddle so he can be by the screen. By you. You aren’t staring at the camera, instead staring straight in front of you, where he imagines Hydra agents are standing. 

“You don’t want another Winter Soldier,” your voice is the exact opposite of your appearance, it’s still so strong and determined. “You want the Winter Soldier. You wanted us to intercept the messages and show up at the base, it was an ambush.” 

“Very good, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a man speaks off screen, he has a thick Russian accent, but Bucky doesn’t recognize it. “The only problem was that you seemed to figure it out that day, and ruined our plans.”

“Oops?” your sarcasm garners another slap, the ring on the man's hand causing a gash on your cheekbone. “It’s been what, over a week? How long are you gonna keep me?”

“Until Soldat switches places with you,” you let out a loud bark of a laugh that echoes off the walls in the small room. 

“Bucky, your Soldat, he won’t sacrifice himself for me,” you laugh at the man interrogating you.

“We learned of his affections for you-” you cut him off with another laugh. 

“You need to fire whoever told you that,” you can’t stop laughing at the absurdity that came out of the Hydra agents mouth. And you don’t care if he becomes angry and annoyed with you, you’re gonna get killed no matter what. Your eyes quickly flick to the camera set up on your left, the one the Hydra agents thought you hadn’t seen, before continuing knowing the Avengers had to be seeing all of this. “The only affection Bucky has for me is hatred. He hates me, there’s no way he’d switch places for little old me. You should have captured literally anyone else if you wanted him to be upset. He can’t stand me! We can’t even hold a simple conversation, and he always leaves the room when I’m in it. We were only paired up on this mission because of a fluke accident. Face it, you fucked up. I’m worthless to your Soldat.”

“That’s not true!” Bucky feels like he’s yelling it at the screen, but his protest is only a whisper. The rest of the team watches him with sad eyes, he’s looking at you so longingly. Trying to will you to understand how he feels about you through the screen. As if on cue, you glance at the camera again, giving it a sd smile, accepting your fate. A loud ping comes from one of the computers in the lab, but Bucky keeps eye contact with you, even though he knows you can’t see. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until his flesh hand is pressed against the television.

“We’ve got a location!” Tony yells, already calling for his suit. 

“Then you’re worthless to me!” the hydra agent growls, stopping the team in their tracks who were on their way to change. 

“No,” Bucky pleads, when he hears the safety of a gun clicking off.  

“Any last words for your precious Avengers?” the man asks you, gesturing to the camera, he hadn’t noticed you’d already seen it. 

“I’d say tell my family I love them,” you’re openly talking to the camera now. “But I don’t have any. So thank you for being the family I never had, and the family I always wanted. I love every single one of you.”

A tear slips from your non swollen eye, a matching one rolling down Bucky’s cheek. The screen goes black, a gun goes off, and then the feed cuts completely. “No!” he screams, going to punch a hole in the television, but his fist goes right through due to it being Stark technology. 

“Where are you going?” Steve calls as Bucky heads to exit to the lab, no one else moving, too shocked to register everything that just happened. 

“Let’s go kill those bastards,” is his gruff response, heading towards the hanger with the Quinjet since he’s already dressed in his tactical gear from his time in the gym. 

Steve and Tony are the first ones dressed and ready to go, but the latter hangs back so Steve can talk to his best friend privately. Steve doesn’t say anything when he sits beside the brunette, he doesn’t know where to begin. 

“(Y/N) died thinking I hated her Stevie,” Bucky’s voice breaks. “I kept my distance cause I didn’t want to hurt her. And then I saw her with Sam and I was jealous so I started to ignore her more. I pushed her away because I was scared and jealous. And now she’ll never know that I love her.”

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A shot rings through the small room you’re stuck in, the bullet lodging into the wall beside your head. You glance at the camera, finding the red light off. Your team, your family thinks you're dead. That was his damn plan, he knows they’ll come to avenge you. 

“Sit tight,” he smirks, the barrel of his gun coming into contact with your skull, effectively knocking you out. 

Your head is heavy and pounding in pain when you finally come to. Outside the door you can hear screams and guns going off at rapid speed. You cringe away from the sound when someone uses their body to break open the door to your room. The sound of familiar footsteps clomping towards you causes you to perk up, it’s Bucky. You can’t open your eyes or even move your head towards the sound to alert him that you’re okay, but you hear a whispered “thank god,” when he hears your steady heartbeat. From the crunching sound you can tell Bucky used his vibranium hand to crush the handcuffs keeping you attached to the chair. 

He picks you up bridal style, holding you close to his warm chest. You involuntarily cuddle into the warmth, causing Bucky to smile lovingly down at you. “I’ve got you now,” he whispers, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to put pressure on your many cuts. 

When you wake up again, you're in the familiar sterile medbay at the compound. A heavy weight is on your hand, looking over you notice it’s Bucky's hands clutching yours, his head tipped back on the seat he’s in.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Sam smirks at the scene from the doorway, holding a falcon stuffed animal. You playfully roll your eyes at the gift, but reach for it with your free hand. Bucky starts to stir, so Sam gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads for the door again. “Tinman’s whipped.”

The first thing you notice when you glance at Bucky again is his hair. He cut it all off when you were gone. As much as you loved his luscious locks and thought he was hot with them, he’s undeniably sexy with the short hairstyle. “You cut your hair,” Bucky immediately wakes up the rest of the way at your voice, ocean blue eyes staring into yours. “It looks good on you.”

“You could have died,” his voice exasperated. “And the first thing you mention is my hair. I’ve been worried sick, (Y/N)!”

“I was fine,” you roll your eyes, trying not to think of just how close to death you came. “I’m fine now.” 

“Next mission I get to call the shots,” he grumbles. “I’m not having the woman I love almost die for me again.”

“I love you too Buck,” you ignore the fact that he didn’t mean for you to hear his confession. “Why else would I be willing to die for you?”

He shoots out of his seat, eyes wide as he stares down at you. You push up to a sitting position, moving to the side of the bed, motioning for Bucky to lay beside you. He seems to debate with himself about whether he should or not, before finally laying down and gently pulling you into his arms. You crane your neck up to look into his eyes, he leans down and your lips meet timidly at first. It quickly turns into a slow loving kiss, the two of you wanting to prolong for as long as you can. You reach a hand up, caressing his face before slipping it through his now short locks.

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[fireheartpages]

give you peace | s.r.

summary: Days on the road are long and overstretched and everyone seems better at dealing with it than you. You are even worse at dealing with it when you’re forced to share a bed with the self-appointed Captain.

playlist: give you peace | s.r.

word count: 3.4k

rating: 18+

a/n: i have literally been working on this fic for, like, over a month okay. i had decided that no one knew how to do a true theres-only-one-bed fic so i decided to write my own and then idk what happened like god took it into her hands at that point and this is the result so like don’t blame me blame god

“I would take a bunch of rolled-up newspapers and a blanket at this point,” Sam said from beside you.

You lift your head from where it rested on the table between your arms, peering at him through lidded eyes. “A bed is a bed, Samuel.”

“Yeah, and it’s the first one we’ll have in months,” he said. “If Steve can ever get the damn key cards.”

“I, for one, don’t know why we didn’t think of having Nat hack the security cameras earlier,” you remarked, fidgeting with the strap of your one duffle bag you could keep that you’d looped around your ankle. Can’t be too careful. “Who’s really worried about a few misdemeanors when you’re on the run from the highest levels of the US government?”

“Amen,” said Sam.

“I’ll second that one,” Natasha said, stretching out beside you, feline in her office chair. The laptop was set in front of her, inconspicuous enough that it just looked like she was getting some work done before checking in. God, technology was truly great.

Steve returned a second later, holding a handful of cards and a goodie bag from the front desk. Robbing big chain hotels of their rooms and amenities was honestly your best idea yet. You wish you’d thought of it sooner. Being on the run was exhausting, and half-star motels that conveniently didn’t already have security cameras was even more exhausting and incredibly less safe. Peace was hard to come by when you were tracking down the worst of the worst, and safety was even harder. Caffeine and near-tear exhaustion has brought you the idea of simply hacking the system at a Marriott Inn. Genius, Genius, Genius.

“Alright,” Steve said. “Cameras down, yet?”

Nat took a second before closing the laptop and responding, “They’ll loop for 24 hours. Should be enough time for us to rest up and make it out of here.”

“Two rooms,” Steve said, throwing down two packs of key cards.

“Ugh, my own bed,” you sighed.

“We’ll share,” Natasha said, motioning between her and Sam.

“Hey, wait,” you said, picking up your gaze to Nat, who honest-to-god looked like the expression “the cat that got the cream.”

“Your own bed, right?” Nat said, leveling her gaze with your own.

You tipped your head back to look at Steve, who was standing over you. “Guess we’re bunking together.”

The Jack & Jill door between the two rooms was quickly unlocked and you tossed your duffle onto the counter of the vanity before turning to face the rest of the room. Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, panted like a mantra in your mind as the bone-deep feeling of exhaustion settled into you. Sheets and a duvet and the cold side of a pillow sounded like a winning lottery ticket right about now.

You looked around the small room, just the bed with an adjoining bathroom and exposed vanity, a mini-fridge and coffee maker next to the TV and—

Bed. Bed as in singular.

Your head snapped to look at Steve.

“There’s only one bed,” he remarked helpfully.

“You’re kidding,” you insisted, the evidence glaringly obvious. Maybe if you whined loud enough it would magically become two.

“Is there only one in their room? Maybe we can switch—” Your hand went for the door, only to find it locked. You jiggled the door, kicking it once, then leaning your head against it in defeat. “Whores,” you hissed.

“That should be unlocked—”

“You know why it isn’t.” You turned back to the room, defeat settling in your bones. It’s not that you and Steve had never not not gotten along, it’s just that two iron-willed people who are incessant about being right don’t tend to last in a room together without some… light bickering.

Steve went for the phone and brought it to his ear for only a moment before shoving it back onto the receiver. “Nat disabled the line,” he sighed.

“So, there’s only one bed,” you observed, just as helpfully as he had.

“I’ll take the floor,” Steve said.

“No, I’m not gonna make you do that. I can—”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

Your folded your arms across your chest defiantly. “And why’s that?”

“You’re exhausted.”

“So are you.”

“I can handle the floor for one night—”

“Well, so could I.”

“Well, why don’t we both take the goddamned floor, then?”

“Why don’t we both take the fucking bed, then?” You yanked back the covers on one side.

“Fine.” Steve’s eyes met yours across the bed. The only one in the room. Iron will alright.

It was Steve that broke first, much to your satisfaction of having won two stand-offs with him.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Have fun,” you quipped over your shoulder ad you flopped down on the mattress, grabbing the remote from the side table. This was fine. This would be fine.

A bed is a bed, right?

Steve was in the shower for a bit longer than you’d expected, considering how fast he usually took. Memories of standing in a steam filled bathroom where he was in and out before you’d even wrangled your hair into something presentable came back to you, watching him through a fogged mirror as he walked out with a towel slung low over his hips.

Much like he had when he emerged as you were just barely dozing off to the Lifetime movie on the screen. You swung your legs over the edge and willed your feet to remember how to carry you to the en suite. You passed him by, shoulder brushing his as your gaze caught the water droplets still shimmering on this skin.

You took a bit longer in the shower than usual we well.

When you emerged, hair dry enough that you didn’t have to worry about waking up to a soaked pillow, and in as presentable as a night outfit as you could get for New Mexico in the middle of August, it was dark in the rest of the room. You eased your way out to the bed, noting that Steve seemed to be already a sleep, a pillow laid longways in the middle of the bed. You rolled your eyes before setting the burner phone you had to charge. You climbed into bed gingerly, acutely aware of the body on the other side of the queen-sized mattress. A queen should be plenty big for two people, but Steve was the size of two people himself and slept on his back, one arm thrown behind his head, and the other four remaining pillows (cause, y’know, men are too manly to sleep with pillows) cast to your side. Long story short, it didn’t leave you much room.

This was it, this was the catch, you thought. No pillow nest to bury yourself in. So much for your own damn bed.

You slipped into the covers, arranging the pillows around yourself in your best attempt of a pillow nest with only one-third of a queen mattress to work with (you mourned the loss of the single pillow you had to toss on the floor) and closed your eyes.

And then sleep didn’t come.

So you opened your eyes and shuffled the pillows a bit again, then laid down, and shut your eyes.

And then sleep didn’t come.

Sighing, you shifted again, fluffing the pillow you hugged to your chest with an annoyed hand and—

“Could you stop moving?” cut a voice through the dark.

You send Steve a glare that definitely didn’t land through the pitch black. “You’re taking up the entire bed, it’s kind of hard to get comfortable.”

Steve sighed, then shifted into a sitting position. You heard his feet hit the ground.

“I told you you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“We clearly can’t share the bed.”

“We clearly can, actually, if you just scoot over.”

“I don’t really think that would fix the problem.”

“Do you have to argue with everything I say?”

He inhaled sharply, but didn’t say anything.

“Just lay back down and go to sleep.”

You felt the mattress shift again. You rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, willing your body not to move again.

You woke up to warmth.

Wasn’t New Mexico the desert? Didn’t the desert get cold at night? Why were you so warm right now? How long did you sleep for, then—

Moving was weird. Yeah, that’s really weird, cause you were caught on something. And what was on your stomach?

Steve. Steve was. You were warm because Steve’s breath was hitting your collar bone and you were pressed against his body and his hand was splayed over your bare stomach.

You had a vague memory of a pillow hitting the floor last night. Then another shuffling stand-off. Then—

Steve was holding you in his arms. Steve was holding you while he slept.

You tried your hardest to move without actually moving, a task that quickly proved difficult. If you could just turn over—

The hands on your stomach turned into an arm tightening around you.

There was no possible way to get out of this and save your pride. You couldn’t do it without waking him up and—

Hold on. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one holding you like a child and a teddy bear. He was the one not letting go. Yeah, this was something you could give him shit for.

“Steve,” you said, sleep tugging on the edges of your voice. “Steve, let go.” You tried a little more openly to wiggle your way out of his grip.

“Huh-uh,” he grunted, only succeeding in further trapping you. “Y’r warm.”

Well, so was he.

As the tired still crowded your mind, you took a deep breath and only succeeded in relaxing yourself further into his grip. You tried half-heartedly to wiggle your way out but, wow, his skin is soft. You didn’t really notice falling back asleep. The absence of your consciousness was a relief.

But when you woke again, it was to the smell of coffee and a cold bed.

You blinked blearily into the morning, gaze flitting across the room before landing on Steve’s figure leaning against the vanity.

“Morning,” he said thickly. He sounded like he couldn’t have been awake that early, and yet he’d been up long enough for his side of the bed to go cold.

"G'mornin'." You stretched out in an attempt to rid yourself of sleep and gave a small moan. Steve tossed his gaze over his shoulder but kept his body faced towards the vanity as he let the coffee drip into the single-use cups.

"Sleep well?" he asked, still not turning to face you.

"Did you?"

You watched his shoulders tense for a split second before he does, finally, turn to you, coffee in hand. He crosses the space between you in a step and a half and extends the cup to you.

You, of course, reach for it and, of course, do so too fast and knock the cup into your lap. Steve sputtered an apology for a moment before reaching to rip the covers off your legs. He twisted to grab a towel from the vanity and began patting down your thighs. In the frantic blur of it, you realized Steve was currently working his way up your inner thigh with a towel that was attached to his hand and you were barely awake.

"Steve," you said. He didn't stop his pursuit up your thigh and was now currently, just about, hovering over you.

"Steve," you repeated, stilling his hand on the inside of your thigh, and finally met his eye, noting as his eyes flit between yours and your lips.

"Sorry," he said, not making an attempt to move.

"S'okay," you mumbled, butterflies taking flight in your stomach and landing on every inch of your skin.

"Are you okay?" His breath was tickling your nose by now.

"You're not moving away." Your heart was hammering out of your chest by now, and you were pretty sure he could hear it. (Super soldier hearing? Is that a thing?)

"I..." The only sound was your mingling breathing for a moment. "I don't want to."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His lips were feather-light on yours at first, soft and lingering. Maybe that's why his teeth on your lip made you yelp, and maybe that was why Steve groaned into your mouth before hooking an arm under your knee and hoisting you up the bed, settling his hips between your legs.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, eliciting soft moans from him as your nails scraped his scalp, so you did it again. His lips moved over your skin, down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moved his hands over your waist. You watched as his head moved down your chest, a hand coming to rest over the strap of your tank top. He toyed with it for a moment, his other hand slowly inching the hem to expose your stomach.

Cerulean eyes met yours. "Okay?"

You nodded vehemently.

His hands lit firecrackers on your skin as he pushed up your tank, his mouth immediately attaching itself to your exposed breast. Your breath hitched in your chest, hands clawing at his shirt in a desperate attempt to undress him.

His shirt and your shorts were quickly discarded onto the floor next to your tank as your fumbling hands reached to his waistband with the intent for them to join the growing pile on the floor. A gentle hand came to cover your wrist, and you opened your eyes to see Steve kissing farther down your sternum, your stomach, your hips.

His breath was hot on your exposed core. Tiny kisses were placed on the inside of both your thighs, like matches being lit in the dark. You were covered in him all of a sudden, covered, covered, covered in his breath, in his skin, in his existence. And when he buried his nose in your folds, you wondered if he was covered in you as well.

His lips sang against your most sensitive area, pushing a finger or two inside you and then slowly curling until your back arched off the coffee-stained sheets. You were breathless, enthralled in every sensation Steve was able to seep from your body. His name fell off your lips in a series of pleas that you were, at present, woefully unable to distinguish. All you know is that it spurred him on, if his own moans were anything to go by.

Release quickly closed in on every inch of you, a glass being filled until it finally, finally tipped over and spread over every inch of you until you were writhing against his face.

Kisses were once again being placed all over your body, until Steve’s nose nudged you and his mouth found yours once again.

“You taste like honey,” he whispered into your mouth.

You whimpered against his lips, hands grasping at his neck, his hair, his waist.

“Okay?” he asked, his own hand moving towards the waistband of his sweats.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes.”

His hips rolled against you, a trembling wave breaking as you felt his head push into you. It knocked the air from your lungs, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and burrows your face in his shoulder as he set up a relentless pace, pounding into you with everything he could. You were flooded with ecstasy before finally cresting, a kaleidoscope shattering inside of you before the pieces fell and covered you. Through your high, you felt Steve’s hips sputter against yours before spilling into your core.

There was nothing but your shared breaths for a moment, your head still buried in his shoulder. He relaxed you into the pillows, his lips finding a path over your cheekbone. He eased out of you, grabbing another towel to clean between your thighs. He laid back down next to you, gathering you into his arms until you were laid over his chest.

“This okay?” he asked, his voice as gravelly as you’d heard it that morning.

“Yes,” you sighed, tracing a finger over his skin. You shifted to gaze up at him, silently memorizing every line and dip of his face.

“Why had we never crossed that line before?”

You thought for a moment, his question taking you a little off guard in your still-tired, post-orgasmic state. It was a line you’d crossed. That line you’d been tiptoeing with looks cast the other’s way that always lasted a little too long, and comments that could have way too easily been taken out of context. That line that Nat and Sam had found each other crossing in an attempt to soften the sting of being on the run. That line that stopped you from finding comfort in one another, when the nights stretched on and on and people seemed like the worst type of creature in the universe.

“You’re a stubborn asshole.”

He laughed heartily. “I’m the stubborn one?”

“For now.”

So you let yourself relax into him, savoring the touch of skin on skin. Of your breathing synchronizing. Of high-thread-count sheets kissing your skin just like Steve had, like Steve still was doing, punctuating each one with the giggle he drew from you.

He sighed for a moment before locking his eyes with yours.

"I don't know if I can-"

"Steve," you stopped him. "It's not about that."

You knew where he was going with it. How he would say some chivalrous shit about not being able to provide you with what you needed. It was true, though. It wasn't about that. Not when each night could be the last, and not when a larger fight loomed just around the corner. You knew you could both feel it. When you'd find Steve pulling out his burner and taking a quick glance at it, expression unreadable when he'd discover there were no new alerts and he'd shove it back into his pocket. Not when you felt sometimes like everyone had something to fight for, except you.

"I don't need anything but this," you whispered onto his skin, willing the words to tattoo there so just maybe America's Golden Boy would understand that he alone is enough.

"I can't give you the peaceful life you want."

"I never said I wanted that."

"But I know you think about it."

What, is he a mind reader?

"It's okay. I think I want it sometimes too. But-"

"But then you pull that phone out hoping time and time again it will ring."

You felt his chest lift with a sigh.

"It's okay, Steve," you said softly. His gaze wavered against yours. "This is okay. For now, this is what I need."

"This?"

"You."

Everyone coped in different ways. Natasha dyed her hair like the little sister she’d told you about one night after a bit too much to drink and a sappy feeling in the air. Sam had a stash of letters he was writing for his nephew who’d just been born. You saw him putting them away one time and asked him about it, and he told you about his home on a vibrant coast with his sister who he loved the most in the world, until she had his nephews, that is.

You’d spent the last year collecting postcards. It wasn’t much, but they were easily transportable. You marked each one with a date and a memory. The time in Nebraska when Sam had to try and flirt his way into the back room of a bar, but he just ended up with a scratch on his face from the ring the woman wore when she slapped him. Or when Natasha fell off a dock in New Zealand and took you with her, and you both ended up spending an hour swimming in the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Or when you were in Venice chasing down a dead lead and you looked at Steve in the setting sun and suddenly your heart felt like it might explode and jump out of your chest. You’d felt tangibly dizzy. You hadn’t shown anyone that one.

But you could stay here, like this, in Steve’s arms, an ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep. And when everything else feels cold, when you feel like the world is turning its back on you, you can find peace in your friends, and in the arms of someone who makes you feel safe.

[marvelfic-writer]

Chapter 1 - Don’t let them see through

*This is my first fic, criticism is welcomed! :)

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You had told the team you were going on a weekend getaway, which in all fairness you needed after the last mission - You were about to save Nat from Hydra agents and you got stabbed, and almost bled to death in the arms of the woman you love the most. You needed time to heal and regain your composure, which in the meantime Hydra used that against you and kidnapped you before you could even step foot into the beach house Tony rented out for you for the weekend.

You woke up to complete darkness and the smell of burlap, and they proved your suspicions when they jerked the sack off your head. You observed at least 4 men in front of you and 3 behind, guns drawn ready to shoot if you tried anything.

You took in the room and saw the big red Hydra symbol plastered on the wall, you smirked and looked at the man you knew was in charge, “That is literally the worst paint job I have ever seen, you think with all the money y’all have you could get a better painter” You laughed under your breath when you saw the spark grow a little bigger behind his eyes, which you regretted as soon as they snapped your head back, having a tight hold on your hair. You saw the main agent grab a knife off the table and got so close to you that you could smell the coffee in his hot breath, “I am in control here, and I do not like sarcasm. One more “joke” and I will cut into you and make you bleed a slow, painful death” You felt a small twinge of fear, but didnt want to show it so you just clenched your jaw and nodded.

When he was content with your compliance, he patted your cheek. “Time to start T7162” With that he left the room and felt hands on your shoulders bringing you down so you laid with your back flat against the chair.

They put something resembling a helmet on you, you tried to squirm but the harder you resisted, the harder they pushed on your ribs. Once they got the helmet on, they tightened your restraints and backed away and before you could figure out why, a burst of electricity flowed through your body. You tried to hide the agony of the pain, but after the 5th time you could only hold so much in. You felt your body growing weaker and your memories were fading, a whole year of memories with each surge.

Once you were obedient enough, they stabbed a syringe in your neck and you blacked out. When you woke up you had no recollection of the last 7 years as you sat in front of a metal table, restrained to the floor so you couldn’t get away.

They slid a manilla folder in front of you and the agent tapped his finger on the folder - all while holding back laughter “ You are going on a mission as our first brainwashed avenger, this experiment was the beginning of our total control of S.H.I.E.L.D and all that it stands for.” He slid back in his chair and pushed the folder towards you, bobbing his head as a sign for you to open it. “ We will tell you how to act, your relationship with each member, and what you must do.” You slowly reached your shackled hands to the folder, opening it to reveal a picture of the so-called “Avengers”. “ You are, excuse me, were, important to them, so you already have their trust, it’s up to you to act like the old y/n normally would and complete the mission”

You nodded as you flipped through the sensitive information of the team, but once you reached a certain picture, your breath hitched and your heartbeat raised a few beats when you laid your eyes on the folder titled “The Black Widow”, but for the life of you could not form a coherent sentence to figure out why.

You saw the red sunburnt hair; how the few wisps of hair framed her beautiful face, allowing for the green emerald eyes to be the main focal point. For the slightest second you felt a sense of warmness turn over in your stomach, but you snapped back to reality when the agent slammed his fist on the table, stood up and walked over to you with a taser.

Once you regain your composure, the agent continued, “You are to study these files and find their strengths and weaknesses over these next few hours, and by tomorrow morning you will be back at the compound to complete your mission” The agent's voice was like styrofoam rubbing together and it made you physically shudder and it felt like your brain was melting, but you nodded in compliance feeling a smidge of guilt, but unsure why you were feeling it.

Although the scent of baked sugar cookies and lavender makes your mind go fuzzy, you shake your head from the comforting smell and get back to what you were here to do. As you were making your way to Natasha’s room, following the map they made you memorize, you ran straight into someone and his broad chest made you stumble back, but you quickly regained your straight posture and looked up to see a warm smile plastered across his face. All you could smell was the aftershave and cologne which again, made your brain foggy, but you were quickly grabbed from your thoughts by his strong voice. “Hey y/n, I didn’t know you were back yet! How was your getaway?” You only recognized the face from the folder, this is Captain America. When you didn’t answer the peppy way you would, rambling on and on about the details of your trip, Steve slightly raised his eyebrows in a silent way of reassuring you that it was okay to speak. Once you went through the information stored in your brain - Super Soldier… Shield… Hand to hand Combat... you started pulling stuff from your ass. “Oh it was delightful, the beach has always been my safe place so it was good to get my bearings!” You sounded like a totally different person than your mind was thinking you were, but you knew that if you could win the Captain over, your mission would be a breeze. He studied you for a minute, narrowing his eyes and slightly cocking his head to the side, “Okay, well, I’m glad your trip was refreshing and I’m glad you're back” With a pat on the back, you headed on your way, trying to remember the map as the meeting with Steve made you lose your train of thought.

Once you got to the door that you were sure was The Black Widows, no, Natasha, you knocked and waited for the door to open. You stood there for a while before bringing your hand up to knock again when the door swung open revealing The Scarlet Witch, you furrowed your brows picking the information for her… Red magic….Can move things with powers… but you only got so far when the red head pulled you into a hug. You immediately tensed under her touch and you used this distraction to dig further into your mind… Can read minds.

Once you remembered that you blocked your brain from her powers and pulled her into a tight hug, trying to act normal,but you didn’t know y/n’s normal. “ Okay you are about to break my ribs” She pulled away with a slight smile, “Didn’t know you’d miss me that much” You registered that as a joke, but didn’t really find it funny so you forced a laugh, even one that you cringed at. Her face contorted into slight confusion, now her brows furrowed and you could feel her trying to pick your mind. “ Wanda, you gotta stop reading my thoughts” You said this jokingly which earned you a laugh from the Scarlet Witch, with that you started to walk away to the next door.

She didn’t see through me… right?

[wisewidow]

Gunshot Roses

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Her bite burns more than the poppies in my bullet wound sting.

I spent ninety-two hours waiting for a knock, ever since the phone call. Natasha was always so persuasive, sly with a snake's tongue, but she never used her fangs on me. I never felt poisoned until she called me saying to not trust Tony anymore. And even then her words bled into me like honey.

And before I came back to my senses she was gone.

Tony sat down with me the next day and urged me to cut her off, explained about how she'd betrayed them in Germany and was now on the run with Steve, Sam and Wanda. He warned me this would happen. They'd come looking for her, find her through her weaknesses. He offered me protection, and I was so inclined to take it.

"Don't trust Tony," she'd said, and I'd listened. "I'm coming back for you."

I was brought in to the CIA's office in New York. I was easy to find as soon as Tony had no choice but to relinquish my location, Nat and I's apartment, for the sake of keeping himself and Pepper safe. I don't blame him. Nat would do the same for me.

Nat would do the same for me.

I told them everything about our past because I knew I had to give them something true so they believed me when I honestly said I didn't know where she could have gone to hide, but I think everyone in the questioning room knew I was holding back the safehouses and fake identities I did know of. They couldn't prosecute me since I wasn't an Avenger, or an enhanced individual.

There was nothing they could do to me. Legally, at least.

The masked men came the following night. I wasn't sure who they worked for, no agency or government was off the table now that the Black Widow wasn't protected by her hero status. They could even have been petty thugs. Who was I to know? Natasha never wanted me in her world. I wouldn't have known her enemies.

"I'm going to ask you again," the one with the yellow teeth hissed, a thick needle pointed at my throat. "Where is the Widow?"

"She left me," I hiss, choking on my own coughs. "She left me, I don't know."

The injection isn't done lightly. It finds the vein in my neck and bites, so I scream at the pain. The woman grabs me by my hair and drags me to the bathroom.

By the time she forces me in the bathtub and cold water rains down on me, the world has turned fuzzy and sharp. I can see her eyes are blue, even in the dark, and they hurt to look at. Her hair looks more yellow than blonde. And then like a camera struggling to focus, the world becomes blurry and dark. She asks me the same questions. Where is she? Where is Natalia?

I see her in my mind. She's so close I can feel her heart beating against mine, but then a loud shot tears her away from me as my mind turns its attention to the gaping hole in my leg. I don't cry or scream, nor do I sob or shout. The blood turns to blossoming roses around my wound, the prettiest shades of red. Another series of loud bangs sound out and this time I don't flinch because I am not affected by them.

There are people shouting from the living room. The blonde woman aims her gun at my other leg. Bouquets of poppies shoot out of my calf, but they tear through my skin and this time I do cry a little, because poppies are known for not living long at all, and somehow I feel like my time is almost up.

"You want me to shoot her pretty little head next? Come on!"

"I'm running out of red flowers," I mutter, dazed.

"Get away from her," comes her voice.

I start laughing as I recognise it. Natasha, my guardian devil. "Oh," I giggle to the blonde woman, feeling my eyelids begin to shut, "you've got her now."

When I wake up, I see a familiar face I'd missed dearly. I notice him first, kind chocolate eyes but one swollen shut, a cut on his cheek, blood on his shirt. But he's smiling. I breathe a little easier and then observe my surroundings, coming to the conclusion that we're in a warehouse stocked to its metaphorical teeth with weapons, and I'm lying on a mattress with no sheet on the floor. Sam asks me if I'm okay, and I politely request that he takes the blankets off of me. I can't move my legs. I don't want to know what else is paralyzed.

He tucks them at my feet and begins to explain what happened in Germany, and Siberia, and how Steve broke them out of the Raft and then went with the Prince of Wakanda to his home with Bucky, a place he wouldn't be a danger to anyone again. Or himself.

"Where—" I wince and then refuse to say anything more.

Sam glances to a figure in the corner, who I recognise to be Wanda. She walks over hesitantly and kneels before me. "(Y/N), may I?"

I nod.

I feel her poking around my mind, cautious and gentle, and I notice the pain seep out of my body along with her strange power. I still refuse to speak.

"She wants to know where Natasha is," Wanda translates. "And then she wants to sleep."

Sam and her share a cautious look. Irritated, I repeat my inquiries in my head so harshly that the telepathic girl jumps in fright.

Sam sighs. "One of the men who attacked you escaped. The rest are dead. She promised not to kill this one, but Wanda's pretty sure she's lying."

"Good," I rasp. Then I close my eyes and drift off.

I stay at the safehouse for the next week, slowly recovering. I don't speak much, but Wanda seems fine with that and Sam chooses to focus on treating the two bullet wounds in my legs. Natasha still hasn't returned. Steve is arriving today.

There's not much to do beside lie down when you can't walk and there's no entertainment other than the dusty books stored away in a cabinet that Wanda had found while trying to exterminate a cockroach with her powers. I guess Natasha had supplied it, because it's in Russian. It's a Neil Gaiman, I think. I have it on me at all times so I can run my hands over the sentences she'd highlighted and scribbled in, the pages she'd dog-eared.

It's lonely. And frustrating. And I'm starting to hate her for her poison. They took my legs, my dignity, my home, my access to a fucking Netflix account, but who did I really have to blame for that?

I sit and seethe for another two days.

"(Y/N)," Wanda mutters, gently shaking me awake. "She's here."

I bite my lip and she helps me sit up. When Natasha finally walks in, I'm too exhausted to feel any type of emotion.

"No one's seen you for days," is all I can manage. My voice hurts from not using it.

She looks at her feet. Her long, wispy red hair has been chopped short and bleached to a near white. She's wearing a simple pair of dark jeans, plain tee and green bomber jacket. There's not a speck of blood on her clothes, not a weapon in view, not a hair out of place. But I've seen her back from a mission and bleeding and in need of a shower, and even then she never looked this vulnerable.

"Did you kill them?" I ask. "All of them?"

A simple nod.

I breathe out slowly. "Good."

"I was on my way to you the day you went with the CIA. I had to wait another day because I knew they were watching you. I had no idea they would come in and . . ." She looks at my legs.

"I won't be doing any cartwheels anytime soon," I retort dryly.

"You can't even touch your toes," she says with a small smile.

I let out a wet laugh and then rush to brush away any stray tears. "I'm so mad at you, Red."

"I know," she says softly. "I took away your choice when I took you here instead of the hospital. Tony would have protected you, you could have started over somewhere fresh, lived a normal life. But they're looking for you now."

"I know," I reassure her. "Sam and Wanda haven't told me, but I guessed it. And yeah, I'm a little pissed off that I didn't get the option of choosing, but it's not like I would have chosen to leave you."

Natasha shakes her head. "I wouldn't have let you. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. I hate that it did. If I could go back to Germany, I would . . . I would choose to stay with you at home."

"And watch your friends go down?" I shake my head. "Maybe I'm not the one who's too attached."

"Oh, you definitely are. You literally can't move right now."

"Bite me, Romanoff."

"Come and get me."

The next day, I do find the strength to yell at her until my voice goes raw. And the same time next year, we're still together.

[sylvie-writes]

Getting Ready

I’m sorry for my train of Sarah posts. 

Summary: Tony invites (y/n), Steve, and Sarah to the party that takes place during Age of Ultron. 

Warnings: none. author’s misconception of a shirt. grammar mistakes.

Um so I’m gonna make this two parts because I can’t finish the whole story today but i’d still like to get it out today. *whew*

Part Two: Are You Worthy? 

A/n: the real question... is it a button up or button down...

Steve leaned against the bedroom door frame, caching the sweet moment unfolding in front of him. His two favorite girls in the world were involved in the most adorable conversation he had ever seen.  

“I’ll be right back, pumpkin!” Sarah was sitting on your side of the bed, as you bopped her nose before venturing off to the walk in closet. All the clothes were orderly and tidy on both sides. Your work uniforms and resplendent dresses were neatly hanged on black velvet hangers while your casual clothes were adroitly folded and stored on the small, overhead wire shelf. Steve’s side of the closet was organized just as well. The suit was folded in a garment bag, resting on his shelf while rows of button ups and slacks also hung on black velvet hangers, a gift courtesy of Pepper when you both got married years ago. 

There was no need to rummage through your closet, for your options were all pleasantly presented before you. Tonight, Tony was hosting an extravagant party, inviting hundreds of people to the compound, shield agents mostly. Normally, you and Steve wouldn’t take Sarah to the parties, but Tony insisted that this one time she should come, claiming that he ordered chocolate covered strawberries just for her. Your daughter absolutely loved strawberries, ever since she was a baby, they were her go-to snack. Now, throw in chocolate into the mix, she was gonna be ecstatic.  

This morning, Nat had texted you a picture of her outfit. She was gonna wear a simple, yet elegant black dress that really complimented her striking red hair. That woman could pull off anything, she could make a potato sack look good. Not wanting to duplicate the look, you opted for two other dresses. 

The first dress you had in hand was a white lace sheath dress you had worn to a lavish dinner date with Steve last year. Your other choice was a blush midi dress with a v-back foldover collar, one you wore a few years back at a friend’s baby shower. The two options had yet to be seen by any of the other team members, saving you money and time. After all, they both were practically new, no wear and tear or worn out seams.

You walked out of the closet after a good ten minutes of handpicking different choices till settling on the dresses in hand. Sarah was now cuddling with the knot blanket, leaning up against the headboard playing a game on Steve’s phone. The said man was sitting beside Sarah apparently coaching her through the game

“Hi babes, I need both of your opinions.” 

Sarah shot a bright grin at you, enthusiastically gesticulating her willingness to help. Steve winked at you with his enchanting blue eyes. Ever the gentleman, he got up from the bed, walking towards you to hold the dresses. 

“What are you wearing, honey?” Steve pointed to the dresser, a dark prussian blue button down and black slacks, tidily folded and resting on the wood top. Your pupils virtually grew into dilated hearts, picturing Steve in the lovely attire. The visionary must’ve been obvious as the man you were dreaming about, casually smirked at you, the heat instantly flooding your face. You swallowed harshly, trying to get your scattered brain back in order. How he still managed to get that effect from you was beyond your understanding. While Sarah looked out the window, bored, you cut your eyes at Steve, standing beside you with your dresses laying over his arm. 

“Anyway, Sarah what do you think I should wear?” Her head whipped from the window, her disinterest now replaced with attentiveness. Steve held up the dress, allowing Sarah to see them fully. She scooted to the edge of the bed, laying on her stomach and holding her delightful little face with her hands. 

“You always look pretty, Mommy! But I really like the pink one!”  With her left hand, she excitedly shot out her finger in the direction of the dress. You took the dress from Steve and walked towards the closet that had a floor length mirror hanging on the wall between yours and Steve’s sides. The dress that Sarah had picked was actually the one you secretly hoped she would choose. Great sense of style, just like her mother.

Once in the closet, you slipped off your loungewear and into the dress, unable to reach the zipper when Steve walked in. Your husband was always there when you needed him, literally. He’d show up coincidentally at the times you need his assistance, now being one of those times. 

“Need some help?” Looking in the mirror, your eyes met with Steve’s playful ones and you smiled at his offer of help. He most definitely must've seen you struggling seconds ago. One of Steve’s large hands held at your waist where the zipper started, and the other hand on the actual zipper, slowly sliding it up your back. You looked in the mirror to see Steve smiling at you adoringly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. 

“You look beautiful as always, doll.” As Steve’s arms were still around your waist, so you brought your hands to rest them on his forearms, leaning back in his embrace. 

A minute passed and suddenly you felt something tap your leg. You and Steve both opened your eyes and looked down to see Sarah, sweetly and patiently waiting for her parents.

“Mommy! You look so butifil! Getting down on your knees, you picked up Sarah, then turning to face Steve.

“Don’t you think little Miss Sarah should pick out my shoes too?”

Sarah’s face visibly lit up and she clapped her hands happily. 

“I think so, mama!” The little girl let out a squeal and you let Sarah down from your hold, turning her to your shoe rack. Heels, flats, sneakers, boots, and summer shoes all separated in uniform order. 

Sarah scanned over the many overwhelming options until she reached for a pair of grey, strappy, closed-toe stilettos. 

“These look amazing, baby! Thanks!” You took the heels from Sarah’s hands and quickly brought them to the drop zone by the door, and changed back while Steve got Sarah’s outfit picked out. By time you came to her room, Sarah apparently already had a dress in mind. Steve held up a ginger dress, frilled at the neck and sleeves. A small bow accenting the waist with three wooden buttons above. You came to take the dress from him with Sarah popping her head out from the bin of shoes, mini rose gold flats in her hand. 

“Mommy, Daddy, does this look pretty?” You truthfully answered her question, a proud smile growing on her face at her parent’s approval. Steve left to get showered first while you bathed Sarah. The Rogers household always had a routine for events like these. Steve would shower first while you bathed Sarah. Once he was finished getting ready, which was normally pretty quick, you’d trade places. Steve would dry Sarah’s hair while you showered and did your own hair and makeup, not really going all out and extreme for the makeup look. 

Steve and Sarah came into the bedroom to check on you. When they walked in, you were already dressed and ready to go, just like them. Standing in front of the dresser, you put on your wedding ring and some earrings. 

“Mommy?” You looked to your right to find Sarah now at your side. 

“Yes, babe?”

“Can I wear a necklace?” Sarah didn’t have her ears pierced, that was something you and Steve decided she could choose when she gets older. You smiled at your daughters eagerness to dress like her mother. It was adorable. 

Opening up the small wooden jewelry box, you sifted through it and to the bottom, finding a small velvet box. You took the box, unlatching the lid, a mini pear shaped opal kindly twinkled at you. Steve had come up behind your back, hands on your waist once again, as he looked over your shoulder at the box he knew very well. 

“Sarah, Daddy gave me this necklace ten years ago, please be careful with it, honey.” You slipped the necklace on her, securing the clasp tightly and turning her back to face you and Steve. Her face was showered in a serious look. Using her big girl voice, she made a promise to you and Steve, gazing into your eyes.

“I promise, I will take care of this.” It was hard to not giggle at her seriousness, a cute sight to say the least.

Her usual smile returned and all goofiness with it. You had left them, for they headed to the front door while you went to grab your phone from the bathroom, returning just in time for the cuteness that would ensue. Sarah quizzically stared at Steve, who was a little confused but then reassured when the girl started smiling again.

“Daddy looks like Prince Charming!” Her statement, adorable, but very true. 

Steve squatted down to Sarah’s level, looking up at you.

“And Mommy’s as pretty as Cinderella then?”

The girl swiftly bobbed her head, blonde hair flying around, and then watching as her father got up to get the heels from your hands. A way he’d show his precious and darling wife his affection, using your daughter’s sweet notion as his excuse. 

“May I?” Your husband’s hand rested on the heels, asking for permission to which you sheepishly smiled. Smoothing out your dress, you sat on the mudroom bench, Steve taking your left leg in hand. Sarah stood behind him, a large cheesy grin on her face, as she daydreamed of the princess’s glass slipper. Too caught up in her own world, Steve gently picked up your foot, pressing a kiss to the top before slipping it in the shoe. A small giggle left your mouth from the kiss you had just received. Your right foot also obtaining the same luxury as the left. When your heels were slipped on, Steve helped you up from the bench, knocking Sarah from her day dream. She looked down to see your shoes on and gleefully announced her observance. 

“Just like Cinderella and the Prince, Mommy!”

Sarah was absolutely beside herself, clearly pleased that her parents just reenacted a scene from her favorite movie.

“Just like Cinderella and the Prince.” Steve picked up Sarah, holding her in one arm and reaching for your hand with his other one, leading you all out of the apartment and to the car. 

 To be continued… 

Till then, if you love seeing Sarah, check out Days of the Week, Mon Cheri, and Gone. All of which are on my masterlist! 

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Pseudo Princess Pt.02

A New Princess

09/27/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader          Word Count: 5,910

Warnings: a smidge of abuse, language?, floral baths

A/N: I literally worked on this all day. Haven’t edited much. Did one quick pass through but I probably missed a whole bunch of stuff. Pardon my typos. I was just so eager to get this out. Again, I will not tag you if you ask to be tagged in the comments. Only tag requests sent in ASKS will be answered. I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Please let me know what you enjoyed. If you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Baths have never been anything that you’ve particularly hated. You don’t mind getting clean, in fact, you like feeling like you’re new after a bath.

However, until today, your experience with baths has been one of need rather than want.

You always had to bathe in cold water from the river. You nearly always bathed without soap. And you only ever came out smelling slightly better than when you went in.

But today...

You sigh with contentment as your body sinks into the large copper basin. Fresh flower petals, peony and jasmine have been spread across the water. Scented oils are still being added as you settle in.

Technically this is your second bath.

You'd been doused in water before, over the a different smaller tub to scrub the layers of mud that had caked onto your skin.

Now, since your skin is mostly clean, you’re lowered into this one.

Your lady in waiting adds the oils to your bath, having shooed the bath preppers—two stocky young men that had taken to staring at your barely covered naked body as they poured cauldron after cauldron of hot steaming water into the tub—she’s taken it upon herself to make everything just right.

Now that you’re seated, you watch her as she calculates the oil before stopping the amber bottle and setting it on the table where your food had been a few hours ago.

Your lady has long straight hair the color of rubies and sunset. Her skin is silken cream. She’s clearly a beauty but you can’t tell if she’s a noblewoman or lucky, like you.

“Natasha?” You ask, tentative as she fetches a maroon bar of soap. It smells like pomegranate and more jasmine.

She smiles at you. “Yes.”

It’s a kind smile but you also saw her eyeing you suspiciously when she came in at first. She also seems to know that you’re checking to see if you remembered her name correctly.

She sits beside you on a slightly lower stool so that she still sits above you but low enough to help you.

“Lean forward, your Highness.” She asks, and your neck flares with heat.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach making you queasy and your chest begins to hollow.

“Your high-?” You probably lose most of the color in your face because Natasha’s eyes flash with concern.

“Are you alright, your Highness?” She wonders, genuine in her concern.

“I…” You look to the shut doorway and know that there’s a guard sitting out in the room entryway between the main doors and the doors to your bedroom.

Natasha leans in closer as you finally lean forward and give her access to your back.

When you speak again, you whisper as Natasha smiles conspiratorially.

“I’m not really a princess, Natasha. The king plucked me from the side of a road, covered in mud. I’m nobody.” You worry, chewing your lip harshly.

Natasha frowns and reaches up to run her thumb across your lip, stopping your biting.

“Don’t do that. Princess do not chew on their lip. And I know.” She assures you. “Tony, that is to say, the King cannot hide much from me. I was the one that gave him the idea to look for a peasant.”

“You?” You lean back, slightly shocked as she really goes at your skin with the smaller towel she'd lathered up.

“I have worked as his Majesty's assistant for many years now. Too many. He’s like a brother to me and Pepper, that is, the Queen, is like a sister.

“His Majesty figured you might find it a little difficult to acclimate which is why he’s entrusted your care to me. Don’t worry, your Highness, I’ve got your back.” She smiles reassuringly but you know she has no loyalty for you yet.

Her loyalty, like yours, is to the crown. You agreed for the sake of your kingdom.

“So, we have a day full of things for you to do. You won’t get much rest today. Or for several days. Maybe weeks, depending on when King Rogers decides he wants to get married.” She informs you.

“What’s he like?” You ask eagerly, desperate for information on the widower. “Have you met him?”

“I have. He’s very upright. Upstanding. Noble. Honorable. A little serious but very sweet. He’s gentle when he isn’t angry but when he is angry he has been known to lash out.” She explains.

You blanch again, feel queasy once more. “Is he violent? Will he hit me?”

“No.” Nat answers, reassuring you with the tough spark in her emerald eyes. “Like I said, he’s honorable, and even if he were inclined to hit you I wouldn’t let him. It’s my job to protect you.”

When she says that it almost sounds like she’s willing to fight. Physically. With punches and kicks.

“What is it that you did for his Majesty, Natasha?” You wonder, suspicious now.

She smirks down at you, pleased with how observant you are. Sharp.

“Never you mind, Highness. Sit back, I’ll scrub your tummy.” She asks but as you sit back you reach up and take the cloth from her.

“I can do it.” You watch her until she releases it.

“Very well. Make sure you get all your nooks and crannies. We need you shining like new.” She says, getting up to rifle through your wardrobe.

“What things will we do today?” You wonder, attempting to mimic the correct way she speaks. Most of your word choices are fine but there’s a posh little tone to her words that you’ll need to learn to mimic.

Right now you sound too much like the country bumpkin you are.

“These dresses will need to be altered to your specific body type. You'll also start training in etiquette and we need to attempt to teach you a little to write and read.

“I’m hoping King Rogers will take his time in accepting you as his wife. It’ll give us time to get you trained a little.” She picks a floor length gown with no hoop which you like. It has an latticework of lace along the bodice and the sleeves over a beige underskirt made of voile and organza.

It’s pretty but more expensive than all of the money you've ever earned sewing up patches and fixing shirts and pants.

“This looks the closest to your size. It might sit a little loose but it'll work until we can get you a proper wardrobe.” She turns towards the bed to lay out your dress and you wonder if she did that on purpose to show off the flowing fabric of the dress.

She proceeds to pull out several undergarments, a long and thin white shirt, and a corset with back lacing to put over it.

Your own well worn undergarments had been discarded, along with your dress.

“Okay.” She says, moving to you and holding out her hand. “Give me that. You’re too slow. I need to get you scrubbed and changed within the hour. We still have to wash your hair.”

“I can do it.” You protest and make to dip under the water.

“No!” Natasha almost shouts. “Not in there. We will wash your hair separately and when we are done with your bath.”

“Why?” You frown, looking down at the now slightly murky water with its flowers and oils.

“Because, you haven bathed in a while and that water is already rife with dirt.” Natasha explains.

“I’ve done it before.” You complain.

“You weren’t a princess before.”

“This is stupid.”

“Stupid as it might be, doesn’t change the fact that you were filthy when I got you. Please, your Highness, let’s do it my way at least a few times. Then after a few washes, when you’ve used soap and I’m sure your body is clean enough, then you may wash your hair at the same time. Alright?”

You consider Natasha for a moment, still standing with her hand outstretched, long red hair braided and pinned up on the top of her head. She doesn’t look upset though and is genuinely pleading with you.

You give in and hand her the cloth then lean back as she pulls her stool over and takes to scrubbing your legs hard.

“You don’t think I deserve to be here, do you?” You ask, feeling shameful for being so dirty.

Nat stops her scrubbing and looks up at you. She blinks, thinking for a moment before shrugging her left shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter what I think.” She says. “What you’re doing is going to be hard. I don’t know if you’re prepared for what taking this on means.

“I don’t know if you’re good at lying which you will have to do on a daily basis, to everyone but myself, the King, and the Queen and often it will have to be spur of the moment.

“Can you do that?” She asks, brow furrowed with worry and curiosity.

“I…I dunno.” You admit. “I’ve lied before but not about something this important.”

She nods. “And we'll have to fix your speech. You don’t sound too bad but sometimes you can really tell you’re not of noble birth.”

More shame draws your eyes down as Nat goes back to scrubbing.

“But you are very brave. You’re choosing to do this from the kingdom when you are not obligated to. You’re giving up your freedom for a life in service of the crown. And it won’t even be our crown.” She says in astonished admiration. “Have you even considered that?”

“I have no one, Natasha. I don’t even own my own home. True, at least I could go out and do what I liked but my life was meaningless. I would grow old, if I was lucky, and I would die alone. At least this way, I might serve a purpose.”

“Didn’t you have parents? Or maybe a beau?” She’s scrubbing between your toes and it takes all of your willpower not to squirm.

“Um…” Your voice shakes, itching to laugh. “No.”

She looks at you and you can’t help it, you burst into laughter.

You throw your head back and the water sloshes around you as she hurries to finish your other toes, smiling wide as you laugh. Your finished leg lifted and bent against your chest as you wiggle.

When she’s done she drops her hands, leaning against the side of the tub, a look of fondness in her eyes.

You chuckle a little more as you settle in the water again. It’s still warm. Will she let you soak a bit longer?

“What?” You chuckle. “Why do you look at me like that?”

“Because now that you’re all cleaned up, with laughter in your eyes, I think you just might make King Rogers fall for you. Genuinely.” She gets up and moves to hold open the thin white robe for you.

Ears burning, neck flaring once again, you rise. The water sloshes around you and several petals stick to your wet skin as you step out onto a small carpet placed by the tub so that you don’t slip.

She wraps the robe around you, and it sticks to you, growing sheer as the wet is soaked up.

You can see everything. You shiver and Steve closer to the fire, but Natasha reaches for you and pulls you to the stool she'd been sitting in.

“Here. Sit.” She moves to fetch a brass pitcher and holds it, waiting for you.

You sit, then naturally lean back on instinct.

“Do you really think he might like me?” You ask her. Eyes wide, heart pounding. “What does he look like?”

Now that you know that he isn’t abusive and is in fact a true gentleman by all accounts, you’re eager to see this possible future husband.

“He’s very handsome. I’ll show you his portrait when we’re done. As far as his liking you, it may be better if you don’t expect too much.” She says sadly.

“Why?” You ask, worried.

“Well, as you know, King Rogers lost his first wife.”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Queen Margaret was the love of his life. I have never known anyone to love someone that much, except perhaps Tony and Pepper.” She explains. “When he lost her, I heard he went into seclusion.”

“How did she die?” You wonder, watching as much of Natasha's face as you can while she works her hands through your long hair, pouring warm water from the pitcher’s until it’s soaked.

She gets the soap and begins to lather it up, pitcher set aside.

“An accident, I think. I don’t know the details but I heard she had to get surgery done and she passed from complications.”

“Oh.” You’ve never heard of anyone actually getting surgery but the rich can afford it so it’s probably more common here. “So you’re saying he may not like me?”

“He might not. He needs to remarry and he needs an heir so, whether he likes you or not, he will tolerate you. Perhaps even grow fond of you? It think that may be the best we can expect but I hope he can see you laugh as you just did.

“Perhaps it will sway his heart.” She smiles.

Grabbing the pitcher, she rinses your hair and you stare at her beautiful face.

“Why do you care? I mean, whether he likes me?”

She looks down at you in slight shock. “You are under my care, your Highness. I want you to he as happy as possible in this new life you are choosing especially because you are doing it for the kingdom.

“If I can make him love you. I will.” She promises and finishes with your hair.

~~~~~~~~~~

You’re exhausted.

The day has been endless, and it all began with a fitting for your dresses.

All of the gowns in your closet had to be altered. Then your head was measured for a new tiara and several others to take with you.

The one you are given to use with your dress is silver with a gold inlay, a large ruby at the front surrounded by smaller yellow diamonds.

It belongs to the Princess Morgana and you’re really nervous about wearing her tiara when she isn’t home. What if you lose it?

“It only until your own is made. You’ll have it tomorrow. Were you satisfied with the design you chose?” Natasha asks.

You'd chosen a simple tiara with silver leaf designs that run along the entire front and the center should be two large gems.

You’re not sure what they’re supposed to be as the design was just a sketch but you’re sure that his Majesty will choose the stone.

“Yeah.” You answer.

Natasha frowns at you. “Yes.” She corrects.

“Right, sorry. Yes.”

“Come on. We need to get you to the speech tutor.”

This is the moment that Princess lessons takeover your day. You do indeed begin with your speech. You’re corrected often but after a few hours you begin to understand what the tutor wants, and you deliver.

He’s impressed and you leave the lesson feeling more confident. Etiquette is much more different.

You slouch often, and the new tutor, a stern middle-aged woman slaps the center of tour back several times to make you remember as she teaches you how to hand things to others. How to sit. Stand. Bow. Curtsy. And all the other intricacies of life in the castle.

The long and carefully crafted waves of your hair provide a little cushion, but the smack still stings.

On the sixth hit, you hiss in pain and Natasha’s hand is suddenly there, grabbing the rod she’d been hitting you with.

“Hit the Princess again and I will personally make sure this rod ends up somewhere unpleasant.” She threatens, death in her eyes and a sneer stretching her red tinted lips.

The woman pales but she looks at you as you reach behind you to try and rub at the spot on your back.

“Negative reinforcement works better to create a memory for her to remember.” The woman argues but she’s just barely enthusiastic about it.

She’s eyeing Natasha with fear.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to use negative reinforcement so that you remember not to hit the Princess. Do it again, and I’ll have you sacked. Got it?” And Natasha waits, eyes narrowed at the woman.

“Y-Yes, my lady.” The woman nods then moves on to sitting at the dinner table.

You’re taught how to walk. How to sit with a book. How to relax when you’re told to though really, it’s still just sitting up straight and it’s not a very relaxing position.

You’re taught how to walk in your dresses and how to lift and adjust them when you climb stairs and sit down or stand up. When you asked them what you do before running, Natasha had smiled and looked at the middle-aged woman.

“A Princess does not run. You never run.” She insists.

“Never?” You ask again.

“Never.”

“What if-?”

“A Princess does not run. I think we will end our lessons here. I will see you tomorrow to see what you have retained. Good day, your Highness.” She curtsies and leaves.

You eat in your room and then return to the empty school room you’ve been using to find a new tutor waiting for you.

The alphabet is written across several sheets of parchment paper, and with a quill provided, you are given the task of copying their shapes.

“Once you can write them, we’ll learn what their names are and how to sound them out.” The man says before watching you copy the letters.

This is how you spend your day and soon, darkness takes over the castle once more. Natasha hasn’t left your side all day and with your fingers cramping and your eyes burning, you turn to look at her, massaging your hand.

“I think that’s enough for today, Master Rymond. Thank you for your hard work. We will see you again tomorrow.” Natasha tells him.

“My lady.” He says, nodding to her then he bows to you. “Your Highness. Good work today.”

When he’s gone you really want to sit back and slouch and really relax but the center of your back is still stinging, and you realize that the etiquette woman was right. The smacks are a good way to ensure you remember.

“I don’t think I will ever slouch again.” You whine, reaching up again to rub the sore spot. You’re probably bruised up.

“That’s good news.” Natasha teases. “Are you hungry or would you prefer to go to bed?”

As she stands beside you, hand on your shoulder, you look up at her and think.

“Both?” Are you being greedy?

Natasha however nods. “Okay. Do you know your way back to your room?”

“I will escort her, Lady Romanoff, madam.” A young male voice pipes up from the doorway and you lean around Natasha to get a look.

The young man is wearing a more relaxed suit of armor. Where the majority of the Knights are decked out in full gear, this young man seems to be wearing shoulder guards, knee guards, and sturdy boots all much lower profile than regular armor.

He has wavy brown hair, smooth and light. Peach white skin, sweet and bright hazel eyes, and a thin but tight muscular build. He looks lithe. Like he could outrun anyone simply because he’s lighter.

“Peter,” Natasha says fondly. “I didn’t know that his Majesty was going to give you to us.”

“Yes, Ma’am. He thinks it might be better to have someone like me with you at all times, in case something should happen.”

“Good.” She beams. “I’m going to go get the Princess some food, will you show her to her room for me? I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Of course.” He nods, giving you a sweet smile too.

“I’ll be back.” Natasha gives your head a gentle caress and your heart soars at the affection.

Why are they all so nice to you? You’ve never been this loved before. Is it really them loving you or are they just appreciative of what you’re doing? You don’t want to question it, but it all seems to good to be true.

She leaves you, sweeping out of the room in her stunning black gown.

“Shall we, your Highness?” Peter gestures towards the door and you nod with a smile.

There’s silence between you and Peter for a few minutes as he leads you back up the stairs to the floor above. You watch his easy gait and the smile he seems to wear at all times.

“Peter?” You check, afraid to make a mistake in decorum.

“Yes, Princess?” He says, turning to walk slightly sideways but just long enough to give you an expectant look.

“Is it okay that I call you that?”

“Of course.” He smiles at you then faces the front again. “I’m at your service.”

“Why are you at my service?” You check, so confused by everything here in the castle.

“His Majesty, King Stark, thought that it might be good to have me by your side. You’ll need a protective detail and he thought one knight would be better than four.” He explains, beaming with pride at the job assignment.

Why only one of him though? Doesn’t this leave you and him more vulnerable?

“Why you?” You ask, “Not to be rude…I don’t mean to be rude if that was rude, but I’m a little confused as to why his Majesty would send only one guard instead of four and why Lady Romanoff would be so keen to have you with us.”

“Oh.” Peter says, nodding with a knowing smile. “That’s because I’m different from the other Knights. I’m stronger.”

“Stronger how?”

“Well,” He reaches up to scratch the back of his head. “Since we’re going to be spending so much time together, maybe it’s best if I let you know. I would hate to scare you.

“A few years ago, I got lost in the woods. I wandered away from my school group and found myself right smack in the middle of a witch’s hut. See, my uncle died, and my aunt was so sad about it that I thought, maybe, if I can find a good witch, she might help me get my uncle back. I found a spider instead and…well, it must have had a spell on it or something because it bit me and when I woke up the next day I was…different.”

It all suddenly falls into place, making sense in a way that you weren’t expecting.

“Oh my God, you’re the Spiderling.�� You realize, looking him up and down again and for the first time noticing the red of his uniform beneath the navy painted armor plates. There’s a hood around his neck which you assume he uses to hid his identity.

“Actually, I go by Spider-Man now, but yes. That’s me. Please don’t tell anyone.” He begs, looking at you with worry.

“I won’t.” You promise, overcome with subtle pride that His Majesty would assign someone so skilled to be your protector.

“Wonderful.” He smiles at you, and you can’t help it. You stare a little as he leads you to your room.

Once you’re there, he hurries forward and opens the doors for you.

“Thank you.” You beam at him and he nods.

“Of course.”

The sight of your bed prompts your exhaustion to catch up with your body. It’s been twenty-six hours since you’ve slept, and you know you’ll have to get up early in the morning for more lessons.

“I’ll leave you to get changed.” Peter says. “Goodnight, your Highness, it was such an honor meeting you. I hope we get along really well together.”

Sweet. He’s really very sweet.

“I’m sure we will, Peter.”

He leaves you on your own, shutting the doors as he leaves but you know he’s probably stationed himself in that entryway.

You want to change. You want out of this dress and this too tight corset, but you know that you can’t take it off on your own, so your best bet is to wait for your lady in waiting to come back.

It takes her only twenty minutes. When she walks in, you sit up from truly relaxing in the chair by the fire, shooting up into your perfect posture.

“Good.” She praises you. “You’re practicing.”

She’s carrying a tray of some cold meats, cheese, and grapes.

“But you can relax when it’s just us, your Highness. I won’t tell on you.” She looks up at you as he places the tray on the table by your chair and gives you a quick wink.

You smile up at her and dive into the food she’s brought you. She pours you a glass of wine and you take a drink to wash the gritty cheese from your teeth.

“If that’s the case, I insist that you call me by name when we’re alone.”

“Your Highness…” Natasha begins to protest.

“Please? This all too much already. I’ve been called Princess and your Highness since I arrived. I’m starting to forget it. Please?” You’re begging wears her down and her gaze softens.

“Very well. Y/N.” She says, her cheeks flushing from the enjoyment of using your name.

You eat in semi-silence, Natasha munching on her own plate of food at your insistence.

“Tomorrow will be just as long.” She warns. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”

“Yes.” You nod. Certain that you can do this for them. All of them. Your entire kingdom.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Natasha begins, taking a drink of her own wine before setting her empty plate aside. “His Majesty has sent for a painter.”

“Why?” You wonder, finishing up your grapes.

“Well, they’ll need to paint you into the family portrait and King Rogers has replied to his Majesty’s letter.” She smiles at you, teasing you.

“Already?!” You gasp, nervous, heart pounding.

“Yes. He seems very eager which can be both good and bad.” She explains and as you eat your last grape, she gets up and takes your plate and empty goblet.

“Why? Why is it both?” You demand, terrified suddenly.

“Well, for one, it means that he’s accepted you. Mostly. He has requested a portrait of you be sent so that he might know what you look like. So, he seems able to overlook the strangeness of why you’ve been hidden away for so many years.” She seems more satisfied by this than you are.

“What if he doesn’t like the way I look?” You worry.

“You’re beautiful, your High-Y/N. He’ll love your looks.” She promises.

“You don’t know that.” You say under your breath, fiddling with the skirt of your dress.

“Come.” Natasha urges. “Let’s get you changed for your bath.”

“Another one?” You get up and move to her though you don’t understand why you need another bath.

“Yes.” She laughs. “Another one. You will bathe once a day until you are married and then you will bathe as often as they require you to in Broklin. There’s a kingdom in the south where they bathe almost three times a day. It’s ridiculous.”

She helps you out of your dress and begins to undo your corset.

“So, why is it bad?”

“Hm?”

“King Rogers’s eagerness. Why is it bad?” You clarify.

“Oh!” She shakes her head, glancing at you through the ornate mirror before you. “Well, once he gets your portrait, if he’s satisfied with you and calls for you, then our time here is finished. We have tomorrow, then the painter arrives the day after. He’ll paint your portrait in a few hours and then send it to Broklin. That will take a day and if the King likes it, we should hear back from him the day after that.

“That gives us only five days in which to get you ready for him. We may have to make excuses for why you cannot read or write.” She’s already brainstorming, and you feel shame once again for not being educated. “I’ll get with his Majesty and we’ll work something out.”

“I’m sorry.” You nearly whisper.

“For what, your Highness?” Natasha asks, finally pulling you free of your corset.

“For not being better. For not knowing how to read or write.” You keep your eyes down, suddenly hating your upbringing and orphaned state.

“Oh, no.” Natasha gasps. “No, Princess. Don’t say that.”

She turns you around slowly and ducks down to grab your under shirt and lift it up over your head. With it off, she pulls the same thin white robe you’d worn before and after your bath last night and helps you slip it on.

“Never forget that you are doing us a favor by agreeing to this foolhardy scheme. I told his Majesty that it would never work but when I met you, I suddenly realized that maybe, with the right girl, it might actually be something we can pull off.

“You gave me the confidence to take this post without fear. If anyone can marry King Steven Rogers and keep war at bay, it’s you.” She chafes your arms, more affection. “Trust me, Princess. I know what I’m talking about.”

A look into her emerald eyes tells you that she does indeed feel confident in you and it eases your worries a bit.

“I’ll work really hard.” You promise her, and she smiles.

“I know you will.

You fall asleep in the bath, the lavender and jasmine concoction along with the pomegranate soap and rose oils make you sleepy.

The heat from the fire, the hot water, it all lulls you into a truly relaxed state and you don’t even feel Natasha as she scrubs you down.

Suddenly she’s shaking your shoulder gently and your eyes pop open.

“Wake up, your Highness. Just a quick brush of your hair and you can go to sleep.” She says sweetly.

You lick your lips and get to your feet, stepping out as she wraps you up in a warm towel, then proceeds to brush your hair.

You very nearly fall asleep again on the edge of your bed but then she’s finished, and she helps you put on your nightgown.

It’s long and white and almost as sheer as your robe with puffed sleeves and a scoop neck that ties just along your clavicle to keep it shut.

“Um…” Natasha suddenly worries as she pulls the bottom of your nightdress down.

“What is it?” You ask her sleepily.

“I have something for you, but I forgot it in my room. Don’t fall asleep, alright? Lay down but try and stay awake. I will return in just a few moments.”

She bounds from the room, her black dress sweeping behind her majestically.

You slide back along your super soft and plush mattress, your body almost melting into it as your head finds your mountain of pillows.

For a few minutes, you wonder how it is you got so lucky. Sure, as Nat had said, you are giving up a lot of freedoms for this, but you’ve never slept in a bed this comfortable. You’ve never eaten food as delicious as you’ve eaten today. You’ve never fallen asleep in a bath of sweet floral water or smelled this good afterwards. You’ve never gone to bed with a full belly and you’ve never worn silks and jewels worth more than any amount of money you might have made in your lifetime.

You are truly blessed, and you vow to work hard to make certain that his Majesty did not make a mistake in choosing you and that Natasha’s hard work will not go to waste.

Despite your trying, you do end up dozing off. The bed is too comfortable and the fire too warm.

The door opening is what snaps you out of your slumber and you blink away the sleep before sitting up to watch your lady come in wearing her own nightdress and a thick red robe around it to keep her modest.

“Here you go.” Natasha says happily, the tease of a wily smirk on her lips.

“What is it?” You ask, staring down at the small silver compact case she’s holding out for you.

“Open it.” She urges, sits on the side of your bed and lets you take it.

You search for the small clasp at front and flip the lid slowly.

For a moment you forget how to breathe. The man inside, this small portrait, robs you of all rational thought.

He’s beautiful.

“He has blonde hair.” You say breathlessly.

“Yes.” Natasha nods, sounding amused. “It’s shorter in that photo. He’s grown it out some now. He also has a beard now. Very kingly.”

His strong jaw angles sharply. He has a long straight nose. Full rose-pink lips. Stunning storm blue almost gray eyes. His brow is slightly severe in the portrait. Stern. But it only makes him more handsome.

“I…” You begin, worried suddenly. “What if he doesn’t like me? I’m not at his level.”

With a frantic heart, you look at Natasha and she smiles with more amusement.

“I told you, you are beautiful. You are more than a match for him. In four days’ time, we won’t have to worry about that because he will have written about how beautiful you are and how much he can’t wait to marry you.” She lies.

You look back down at him and try to calm your heart.

“I want him to like me.” You admit, admiring his beauty.

“Most women do.” Natasha teases. “I knew you’d like him.”

“I hope he’s as kind as he looks.” You sigh, wishing you could know him already but also scared to disappoint his own expectations.

“He is. He may just need some coaxing. He was very saddened by his wife’s death.” She nods.

“I will do everything that I can to not only ensure the safety of our kingdom, but also to make him happy.” You gush. “I want to make him happy, Natasha.”

Natasha chuckles. “Of course, you do. And I’m sure you will. Now, get some sleep. I’ll be back in here in a few hours.”

Her warning falls on deaf ears however because you’re engrossed in his portrait.

“Can I keep this?” You ask her as she rises to her feet and pulls the blanket out to get you underneath it.

“It’s yours. I had one made for you. If you want a more recent one, you’ll have to get one from him once you’re married.”

Could this Adonis really marry you? Live his life with you? Be your husband? Your King?

“Goodnight, Princess.” Natasha whispers as she shuts the doors, knowing that as you lay down with your eyes glued to that portrait, nothing will break your concentration.

And she’s right. You stare at King Rogers’s portrait until his image is burned into your retinas. You blink and his face is there.

Soft golden hair. Piercing blue eyes. Perfect pink lips.

You fall asleep stroking his face, wondering if you’re foolish to get quite so enamored with his looks when you don’t know him one bit.

But…he’s to be your husband. Better to love him than to not.

All you can hope is that when he sees your own face in paint, that he will not be too disappointed.

[wandaromanova]

Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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“Wherever you go, I go.”

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[midgardianweasley]

Build-a-bear adventures

Build-a-bear adventures.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A top trained assassin, her girlfriend, and a build-a-bear workshop, what better way to spend a day off. 

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Agonisingly fluffy.

I was planning on posting angst, but, decided on a fluff instead<33 

“But babe. Babe. Babe.” You poked your girlfriend, fully aware that with every prod, you were only contributing to the headache worthy eye rolls she had been giving you for the past hour. You were joking, of course you were, she knew that, but she also knew that it was possible you were about to be single in 0.2 of a second if you didn’t stop poking her. 

With a sarcastic smile and a deep breath, she turned her head towards you, momentarily stopping your movements as you returned a sickeningly sweet smile back. 

“Yes?” 

“I don’t think you understand.” 

“I do understand.”

“This is life or death.” You spoke with a poker face, a weak attempt to try and make your point valid. 

“I think that may be exaggerating just a little bit honey.” She chuckled lightly at your tone and the way you moved in your spot on the sofa, now having your legs crossed in front of you, hands enthusiastically moving in front of you. 

“No. No, see, you don’t understand! We need to do this!” 

“Is my unconditional love not enough?” 

“No.”

“Ouch.” She dramatically placed her hand on her chest, a smirk plastered onto her face as she watched you rile yourself up with every sentence.

“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean that, your unconditional love is more than enough, and while I unconditionally love you too, that doesn’t change the fact that this is a necessity.” 

“Like the ones from the jungle book?” 

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back as the assassin teased you. 

“Baby, please!” You moved once again, now clambering onto her lap with your hands interlocked behind her neck, your faces mere inches away from hers. Her hands immediately went to your waist to steady you, pure energy coursed through your veins as you tried to convince Natasha to go ahead with your idea and she wasn’t certain you wouldn’t fall off of you if she didn’t hold you down.

“You seriously want to?”

“Yes.”

“Today?”

“Yes.”

“Instead of cuddling in bed with movies?” Her eyebrows raised in question, not faltering as she watched you pretend to ponder, stroking an imaginary beard on your chin.

“Yes.” You smiled, your inner child shining through. 

Knowing she wasn’t going to win, she sighed gently, running a hand through your hair and giving you a quick kiss on your temple before tapping your thighs to signal for you to stand up. 

“Alright. Get ready and we’ll go.” 

“Really?” You squealed, clapping your hands together as you rocked back and forth on your heels. 

“Really. Now hurry and get your shoes on, we don’t want to get stuck in traffic.” 

She watched with nothing but adoration as you whizzed off to get ready to leave, swearing that she’s never seen you move so quickly in her life. Despite her playful protest, she walked over to the kitchen counter to pick up her car keys, swinging them around her pointer finger as she walked over to the doorway of the compound living room. 

‘I can’t believe I'm doing this.’ She thought. 

Although she’ll deny it to anyone that asks, she’s absolutely whipped for you. 

“I’m ready!” Your voice called out, encouraging Natasha to shrug her leather jacket on and walk towards her smiling girlfriend, taking her hand as they walked out together with content smiles on their faces. 

‘Let’s do this.’ 

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It didn’t take long to arrive at your destination, your eyes immediately drew themselves to the store windows filled with stuffed bears in a variety of different outfits, some bears were dressed up to fit a theme, some bears were characters from loved movies, some were just bears in dungarees. 

That’s right. You’ve managed to bring a trained assassin to a build-a-bear workshop. Why? 

To get matching bears. 

You looked towards Natasha, a huge grin on your face, only faltering slightly as you were met with her hands and forehead on the drivers wheel. You tugged on her sleeve, ignoring her disagreement, her head not leaving the wheel, but turned to face you.

“Stop being silly, c’mon, you’re looking forward to it! I know you are!” 

“Babe. We’re parked outside of a teddy store.”

“Exactly! It’s fun, you’re excited, I'm excited, let’s go!” 

You didn’t hesitate to open your car door, jumping out of the car and shutting the door behind you, the redhead not far behind you as she once again took your hand, reminding you how lucky you are that she loves you. Your response was a simple kiss on her cheek, a small blush following shortly afterwards.

“You’re cute.” You pinched her cheek.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go get our bears.” 

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“So, that’s both of your bears stuffed, do you guys want to put voice boxes in them?” The kind staff member asked the pair of you. 

You glanced towards Natasha, silently asking if she’d like one or not. She gave you a brief smile before looking back at the woman helping you with your bears. 

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” She winked at you before following the woman over to another station within the store. There were rows and rows of different shapes and coloured voice boxes to choose from. 

You had the option of choosing a pre-recorded sound, like animal sounds or a bunch of different ‘i love you.’ in different voices. You didn’t mind what voice you had, honestly, you would’ve been content with an ‘i love you’ from Elsa at this point. However, you saw your girlfriend make a beeline for the ones that you record your own message into. 

“You’re gonna do your own one?” You asked, moving over to stand beside her. 

“Nope. I’m making one for yours.” She said proudly, holding two of the small items in her hand, holding it out for you to take one. You couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken at her words. This is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done with someone else, and to think she wasn’t even that eager to come in the first place. You knew she’d have fun. 

Taking the small blue speaker from her hand, you were instructed to press the button on the back of the plastic, hold it down to speak, and release it when you were finished, but it can only be a short message. The both of you tucked your bears under your arm, bringing the box to your mouth and cupping it so that it would come out loud and clear, and so the other couldn’t hear what you were saying. 

Once your messages were done, you handed each other the speaker to place in the paw that had a ‘press me’ sign sewed into it. The woman ensured it was inserted correctly before taking them elsewhere to be sewn up, leaving you both to look at the racks of tiny clothes hung on the wall. 

It was almost as difficult as choosing clothes for yourself, there were too many options, and every single one was adorable. How did literal children do this? 

“Please tell me you can’t decide on an outfit either.” The Russian spoke from beside you, her gaze focused on the fabrics, styles and patterns in front of you. 

“It’s easier trying to take a pop tart off of the demi-god at home than trying to pick a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for a stuffed animal. What the hell?” Your arms gestured to the wall in front of you, exasperated as you tried to decide whether you wanted the blue jeans or black.” 

“Hi guys, here are your bears, just letting you know, there’s also some dresses over there if you want to check them out.” The woman smiled, watching as you and Natasha shared a glance of horror. 

The two of you were gonna be here for a while.

______________________

Finally, you and Nat had dressed both your bears. You chose a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket for yours, and Natasha had chosen a Y/F/O. It appeared as though each of you had made ‘mini me’s’ of the other, and they seemed pretty damn accurate too. 

After successfully creating and dressing your bears, it was time to name them, pay, and then you could both go home and relax. You had no idea building a bear could be so exhausting. 

Both you and Natasha had to pick a name. You thought it over, whereas Nat had just rushed right in, choosing to call her bear ‘honey.’, the nickname she always reserved for you. Gripping your bear tightly, you observed the birth certificate being printed out, the name, the owner’s name and the date clearly written in bold, black letters. You could’ve sworn you saw Natasha’s eyes light up when she was handed the sheet of paper. 

“What about you, miss?” The woman asked, ready to type in whatever name you gave her. Glancing behind you quickly, you caught the eye of your girlfriend behind you, immediately knowing what to call it. 

“Snoopy, please.” 

You heard one loud and short laugh erupt from Natasha’s lips, her hand shot to cover her mouth, not intending to be so disruptive when she heard what you had called it. 

‘Snoopy’ is the name of a cartoon character, which was probably what people would think you named the bear after. In reality, it wasn’t that at all. 

When you first met the team, you were informed of what everyone’s roles were and how they contributed to the group. There were supersoldiers, scientists, a god, all different kinds of people, including the incredibly attractive spy. When you went on your first mission, she had to hack into a computer to retrieve some stolen data, but took her time to also look at some other things they had on there too, just to kill time. 

The first words you said to her on that mission that wasn’t to do with what direction you were running in, was ‘Alright, hold off Snoopy, you can do that in your spare time, hurry up.’, and at first she was annoyed with the nickname, claiming she wasn’t snooping, nor does she ever ‘snoop’, but she soon took it in her stride. It was still a running joke between the pair of you 2 years down the line, and you never let her forget it. 

“Nice name, babe.” She coughed, unable to fully settle down from her laughing fit.

“Why, thank you! Yours isn’t so bad yourself.” You spoke as you blew her a kiss that she grabbed in thin air and pretended to shove into her jean pocket, earning a small shake of the head before you took your printed certificate and went to purchase the bears. 

_______________________

Once you got back to the compound, the both of you were completely shattered, unable to keep your eyes open to watch some TV before bed. Eager to get some sleep, the two of you just ended up changing into your pyjamas, following your shared night routine before collapsing onto your bed. 

You lay beside her, still able to smell her perfume after so many hours, the scent making your eyelids feel like rocks. Grabbing your bear, you put it in between you, Natasha doing the same thing, before snuggling up close together under the covers. She reached over to put some fallen hair behind your ear, smiling gently at you as she did so, the gesture lazily returned. 

“Thank you for suggesting today, baby. I really enjoyed myself.” She whispered, a murmur of agreement following her words.

“Thank you for taking us Natty, I had fun.” You mumbled with closed eyes, sleep quickly taking over. 

“Get some sleep, my love.” 

You nodded once before responding. “G’night Nat.” 

“Goodnight baby.”

And that was you, out like a light. 

Natasha reached over to give you a kiss on the forehead as her final goodnight, not realised that she’d leant on the teddy in the process, only noticing when she heard your voice in a non sleepy state. 

“I’m madly in love with you, Romanoff.” She heard you laugh, followed by an excited “I’m done!”, obviously you forgot to let go of the button after you recorded the initial message, but it had made it even more special. She couldn’t help but adore you with every bone in her body. 

You weren’t awake now, but when you were, she hoped to see your reaction when you listened to her message in your bear, the words spoken in Russian, but you’d heard them before, so you’d definitely know what it meant.

“Moye serdtse tvoye, lyubov' moya.” (My heart is yours, my love.)

She was right. 

She’s absolutely whipped. 

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[late-to-the-party-81]

ANGELS LIKE YOU

Summary

A small look into the relationship between Natasha Romanov and Clint Barton, examining their relationship and feelings for each other.

Author Notes:

N.B. - I haven't seen the Black Widow film yet - hopefully this is (mostly) canon compliant.

Not beta'd, hopefully it flows okay and their aren't too many grammar errors

I’ve copied this over from my AO3 account as an experiment as I’m getting used to tumblr

Track - Angels Like You by Miley Cyrus

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Natasha couldn’t pinpoint when the feeling of ‘wrongness’ had started, but she knew the exact moment it crystallised and could no longer be ignored.

Nine months ago Clint Barton had made a decision which changed both of their lives forever; he didn’t kill her. Instead he had brought her in, managing to incapacitate and capture the famous Black Widow, seeing something redeemable in her that she didn’t see in herself.

For the first few weeks the only people she had contact with were Clint and Nick Fury. It was Clint who tended her wounds, talked to her and reluctantly injected her with sedatives when she tried to attack them and escape. She was kept in a room which contained the bare minimum; metal furniture securely bolted to the floor – nothing to make a weapon from. Barely more than a prison cell.

But as the weeks passed, her fear diminished. She had never been scared of them, but she had been scared by what those in charge at the Red Room would do if they thought she hadn’t tried to free herself and return to them. If they had wanted her back though, they would have been here by now, surely? Therefore, she was no longer of use to them. Maybe they thought she was dead? But either way, it seemed that now she was free of them. She didn’t know what to make of that. Her whole life, her whole self, had been dedicated to them.

It would be easy to think that she had imprinted on Clint, like an orphaned starling, but they both knew it was more than that, the pull between them, this feeling of completeness in the other’s company. She knew he felt it as much as she did. And then one day, whilst training, preparing her for her first mission with SHEILD, the first major step in her new life, they had crashed together.

Lips, tongues, teeth. Hands scrabbling at clothes, nails scratching and breathless gasps. An absolute feeling of ‘rightness’ until it was followed by just that niggle of ‘wrongness’. She knew she loved him and he her. Surely this was what was supposed to occur between them?

Everything was odd between them for a few days until she literally bumped into him. His hands coming up to grasp her upper arms in reflex to steady her, his smiling face looking down at her. She thought he looked like an angel, the angel that had saved her. She didn’t know which one of them moved first, but they were kissing again, the heat between them undiminished. They made it to one of their rooms, full of the need to be close, completely connected. She remembers she cried out, remembers the tears that fell from her eyes as she was overwhelmed with it all.

From then on they were inseparable. They worked missions together, their skills complementary, and a bond that bordered on telepathic. Something happened in Budapest, but they never discussed it with anyone else.

Outside of missions there was barely an inch between them if they could help it, but the feeling of wrongness teased at the edges of her mind. She saw how Clint smiled to himself when they were out, undercover, and they he spotted families together, the father swinging around a giggling child. They observed family cookouts, couples together in restaurants, their love and affection on display for the world to see, and no cares except each other. She could never give him that. Never be able to give him the children he so desperately craved, despite him never voicing it. She didn’t think she would ever be able to relax enough in this life to have any of the other things either.

Natasha knew he could tell she was withdrawing. Their intimacy was still passionate and hurried; rough and fulfilling. But Clint was no fool. She needed him, in ways she couldn’t describe, but as he tried different ways to reach her, she knew, that eventually, it would end. She would make him miserable and he would hate her.

That end, the clarity of wrongness, came when she found him waiting for her, a bunch of flowers in his hand. He looked at her, sadness in his eyes, and he called her ‘baby’. They both knew this was it. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, soft and tender, the first and last time. That night their loving was slow, the most bittersweet of goodbyes. They had no need for words.

She left before sunrise that morning. She went to Nick’s office, unsurprised he was there so early. Without a word he slid a folder across the desk for her. A new mission. A solo mission. One that would take her away for months. Was there nothing this perceptive man didn’t know? It didn’t take her long to grab her ‘go bag’ from her room and then she was off.

But Clint didn’t hate her. He messaged her later that day, telling her to stay safe, and asked her to keep in touch when she could. It was awkward at first, but as they texted, then called, each other, they fell back into their easy rapport. When she finally returned he wrapped her in the biggest hug and they stayed up all night, eating pizza, talking and watching zombie movies.

Clint fell in love. Laura could give him everything he wanted. Natasha couldn’t help but love her too. Laura opened her heart to the other half of Clint’s soul, never jealous, never insecure. Then came Cooper, and Lila, then Nathaniel, and Natasha knew joy and love like she’d never known before. Her family, she realised, as unconventional as it was.

But with a snap of a mad man’s fingers it was gone, blown to dust. Clint, so bent on vengeance, abandoned her. And she couldn’t help but blame herself. Her soul, covered in red and violence had tainted his. Then, five years later, a glimmer of hope….

“Damn you!” There is hurt in his eyes as he realises she’s secured him to the rock.

“Let me go,” she commands, softly.

“No, please don’t.” Tears roll down his face, and she can see his heart breaking.

“It’s okay.” And she knows what she has said is true. If this works (and god, it has to work), everyone that she loves, that Clint loves, will return. This is a journey she has to make alone, her angel can’t fly down with her. She kicks off from the cliff, breaking his grip on her wrist and she falls. She loves him so much.

Laura stands, watching her husband. She doesn’t know how to comfort him. He is crouched down at the side of a grave stone. It was a quiet, private ceremony, as per the wishes Nat had given, many years ago. Clint is trying to reconcile the fact that he had to give up one part of himself to get another part back. He is angry and grateful and elated and sad and fucking traumatised. If he thinks too hard his head might explode. He screams, fingers curling into the dirt by the headstone of the empty grave. He screams and screams until his throat can longer make any sound and he is lying on side, sobbing. He feels Laura holding him, rocking him and stroking his hair, until at last he is able to return to his feet and be led to the car. He doesn’t know how he will go on without his angel with the red hair.

Notes:

This story has lived rent free in my head from almost the first moment I heard this song. Think what you like about Miley, but the emotion in the lyrics and her voice as she sings this - shivers!!! And I cry nearly everytime I sing along.

The pain of knowing you have to leave a loved one behind for their own good, because otherwise you will ruin them.

Okay, I'm waxing lyrical here, but please, do listen to it to fully understand this work.

[gammacousin]

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“But moooom!”

“Go to your room! Now!”

Natasha cringes, eyes down while she breathes and observes, grateful to be the fun aunt that doesn’t need to do the disciplining when Agmundr storms off in a full blown rage.

Jane tries to breathe, scooping Agatha up to her lap and eyes Natasha.

Romanoff smiles and tries to rub Agatha’s back, “Are you okay Sweetie?”

“No! He’s always mean to me. Yesterday, he- he- turned himself into a snake and he knows that I love snakes so I wanted to pick it up and admire it and then- he-he- turned back into himself and he went ‘blah it’s me,’ and he electrocuted me!”

Jane reaches to hold her head with her free hand, eyeing Natasha with a pleading stare for help.

The redhead bites both of her lips, genuinely concerned until Thor pushes through the curtain, ready to drop his large full glass of Asgardian beer;

“My son did WHAT?!? Where is he?!”

“Thor,’ Jane scrambles a bit to stand, aiding Agatha back onto her feet, ‘It’s not a big deal- he’s just pushing his limits, using his powers.”

“You don’t understand, Jane,’ Thor shakes his head, ‘He is taking the same steps as Loki. Quite literally! He cannot be trusted.”

“He’s your son-.”

“Where is he? I must speak with him-.”

“Thor!”

“Gently! I will refrain from yelling! Lady Natasha? Finish my game,’ he hands her the controller, ‘Top three! Beat those morons in my den. They are my friends but...also morons- AGMUNDR! We must talk!”

Natasha’s eyes widen, tapping the game controller with her nails and eyeing a stressed out Jane, “Sorry.”

She holds her head with a laugh, “I just want a glass of wine-.”

“Oh honey, I’m on it. I got you.”

Valkyrie is a bit more frantic and off balance when she enters the palace, lowering her head to search while Sif nudges her to the side and waves with a smile;

“Hi Jane, we’re looking for Thor?...where is he?”

Jane points upward beyond exasperated, “He’s with Agmundr. Agatha just got electrocuted.”

Valkyrie hisses, “Dannnggg! He’s a monster-.”

Bruce saves Valkyrie with a grin, checking for Thor. He cuts in before Jane can official snap, “Valkyrie, hey. What are you doing here?”

She stands straighter and enters, “Ooh! Is it game night?! Need to swap out for a round?! Got room for one more?”

“Yeah! Obviously.”

“No?! I’m swapping out for Thor,’ Natasha widens her orbs and points to herself, nudging her way through, ‘Excuse me. I need to go beat the crap out of all of you!”

Valkyrie waves a hand dramatically and hurries to follow the couple back into the den area, “Nat’s playing a game?!? Whaaaat?! I need to watch this!”

Korg lifts a hand in his own wave when Natasha heads into the den, “Hi wife of my green friend.”

“Hi Korg,” she smiles and positions herself in the middle, focused, zeroed in, ‘What’s Valkyrie’s highest score?”

“6,000,” the warrior boasts proudly.

“The pro, right here,” Bruce mumbles. Valkyrie boasts proudly, clapping a high-five with Banner.

Natasha reaches to take a swig of Korg’s beer and mutters under her breath, “So I need a 6,001. I can do that...What am I doing? What button does what-never mind- my gosh this is so stupid…”

Alex looks up under the nearby table, whining with a subtle thumping tail wag for his mother.

“Go, go, go,” Valkyrie is jumping on the sidelines, watching the screen Thor has managed to connect and make work.

Natasha is focused, nudging the boys with her elbows when she tries to maneuver herself, pummeling her buttons as if they’re some sort of tangible weapon.

“What are the stakes, boys?”

“Ooh! I’ll put in this coin I found from earth once,” Korg offers.

“That’s a bet, not stakes,’ Natasha laughs, gentle with her response, ‘Honesty? If you found it on earth it’s worth nothing here.”

Bruce suddenly gets competitive, nudging her back in his own focus, “Wrong way Nat-.”

“Shut up.”

“You shush! I’m trying to help you-.”

“You’re the one dying over there.”

“Ha! Now you’re dying.”

“Mm. Not really. Need a little backup from Hulk?,” she scolds playfully.

“Ouch! Watch the trash talk.”

“Maybe if you were a little greener?”

“That was uncalled for-.”

Valkyrie coaxes her fellow warrior from the side. She’s so invested, shouting to ensure Natasha hears her, “On your left. Shoot him up!”

Korg drops his controlling, “Well that wasn’t-...you left me…I’m not sure I like you, wife of my green friend. Quite mean. I feel so hurt.”

“I got you, buddy. It’s a team game Tasha. Just FYI,” Bruce offers with a laugh.

Natasha snickers, “Yeah sorry, I have a score to beat here. What’s yours Bruce?”

“Don’t worry about it-.”

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