#venom natasha romanoff

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New Friend Of Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Reader Venom Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count: 2,557

Summary: Natasha goes for a walk to cool down after a conversation with you doesn’t go the way she way she wants it to, while out she makes a new friend.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, venom Natasha, degrading kink, oral, fingering, forced breeding, heaving breeding kink, choking.

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Natasha sits in front of you, a heartbroken look on her face as she tries to take in your words.

She’d come into your shared apartment only moments ago, nearly bouncing off the walls in excitement, telling you that Tony had finally found a way to make it so you could carry Natasha and your biological child.

She was ecstatic, hopeful, damn near on the verge of tears with overwhelming joy. Now tears well in her eyes for another reason, one that has her feeling betrayed. 

You’d both made this plan together, had this dream together. The both of you, parents. Having your own little family to love and care for. Natasha wanted that with you more than anything. More than she thought she was even capable of wanting. She thought you wanted that too, you made her believe you wanted that to.

“It’s just not the right time.” You tell her, gently, as though talking to someone going through their first brush with grief or heartbreak. 

“I don’t understand.” Natasha sniffs, her teary eyes looking into yours and pleading with you for an explanation. “You said you wanted this. You- it was your idea to go to Tony with this. For us to have a child of our own. Do you not want kids anymore? Or do you just not want them with me?” 

Your eyes widen in shock, worry and guilt. She shouldn’t have to be upset because of your fears, you love her way too much for that. “No, baby. That’s not it at all.” You say, moving to straddle her and hold her face in your hands, knowing she needs your body close to hers for her to truly believe you in your next words.

“Natasha, I want nothing more than to have your babies. To spend the rest of my life with you. To raise and love our children together.” You say, hoping she can hear the sincerity in your voice. 

“Then why are you doing this? Why can’t we have our baby now, like we planned?” She asks, running her hands up and down your hips and holding you against her as if she’s afraid you’ll get up and leave. 

“I’m afraid.” You admit quietly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so afraid that if we have our baby now something terrible will happen and we won’t be able to protect them.” Your bottom lip threatens to tremble, a sure sign that tears are not far behind, but you bite down on it and will the tears to stay hidden. 

“I can protect you Detka.” Natasha pleads, barring her heart to you through her eyes and the way she wraps her arms around you so tightly, pulling you flush against her. “I would- I will protect you both with my life.” 

“And I would do the same for you, Nat.” You say honestly, hoping she can sense the truth in your voice. “But that might not be enough, from either of us and I just can’t- I can’t bear the thought of having a baby, our baby who we will both love with our whole hearts and then have them taken away from us.”

You can see the tears in Natassha’s eyes about to spill over, the sight making you want to cry with her. “I’m so sorry, baby.” You whisper, running the pad of your thumbs over the swell of her cheeks. “I just need time.” 

Natasha nods despondently. She’s trying to be understanding, she knows where you’re coming from and how you feel, she feels the same way herself. She just wants this so badly. “I understand, sweetheart.” She says, trying to put on a brave face but her voice still comes out dejected. 

“Nat, I-“ You try to explain yourself further, to comfort the woman in some way, but what else could you do, you’ve said everything you need to say and nothing she says will change how you feel. “I’m okay, Detka. You’ve not done anything wrong, I just need a minute.” She says, gently pushing on your  hips, signaling you to get up. You do and she moves towards the door, missing the look of panic on your face. “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” 

She leaves. She just walks out the door. She doesn’t even look at you before she goes. You can’t help but feel hurt. Neither of you are in the wrong. You didn’t have a fight. But you can’t help but feel slightly abandoned, left sitting alone in your shared apartment. 

All the lights on, noise from the movie you’d abandoned when Natasha came in still playing in the living room, giving the impression of the place being full. 

The second you turn it off the silence is defining. You're alone. She left. She said she’d be back, but god only knows when that would be. So you go to bed, move one foot in front of the other on autopilot until you’re dressed in one of Nats big T-shirts and buried under a comfortable blanket. 

Natasha makes it about half an hour into her walk before she comes to her senses and decides she needs to go back home to her wife. She turns on her heel mid step, intent on making her way back home, when a russell in the bush beside her catches her attention. Just as the black widow would be, she was on guard straight away, ready for whatever would jump out at her

Something does, a mess of back and gray and so fast she can’t stop it before it goes right into her chest. 

—------------------------------------

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, silent, slow tears leaking down your cheeks and Natasha’s pillow held tightly to your chest and between your legs, trying to trick your brain into thinking she’s still there with you. 

It’s not until three hours later that you're woken to the sound of the front door opening and closing, the noise barely rouses you from your sleep, knowing it’s Natasha by the way she locks the door right behind her and walks toward the room with a barely audible footstep.

You groan quietly into the dark room and coil tighter around the pillow in your arms, you just want to sleep. Natasha opens the bedroom door quietly, stepping in and making her way over to the bed. She doesn’t say anything as she peels the blanket off your body, nor does she say anything as she takes in the sight of you beneath her. 

It takes no time at all for her enhanced eyes to adjust to the darkness, her green orbs drinking in the sight of you wearing nothing but her black oversized T-shirt. The pool of inky black in her orbs grows, spreading like the hunger, the need, she feels for you.

“Nat.” You complain, turning away from her and burying your face against the pillow beneath you. “It’s cold, gimme back the blanket.” She takes in a deep, greedy inhale through her nose, her heightened senses allowing her to smell the result of you rubbing your bare pussy against her pillow in your sleep. 

The lack of response from her frustrates you, the feeling of her bone chilling cold hands sliding up your warm thighs shocks you, the icy feeling making you jump and turn toward her with wide eyes. 

“Natasha!” You gasp exasperatedly. Usually you’d be all for a late night fuck with your wife but right now is not the time. Not when she just walked out and left. Not when ye haven’t talked at all and NOT when she’s so damn cold. 

Natasha’s body drops onto yours faster than you can perceive the movement. Her hand is covering your mouth, her thighs tight on either side of yours, tapping you against her as she pulls off your shirt. She’s so cold. 

Your eyes widen at her, confused by her actions. You can’t see her, the darkness of the room prevents you from doing so. Her free hand trails up the outside of your thigh, moving up ward slowly until and across until she’s cupping your wet folds. You moan against her hand, your hips squirming against her.

She lowers her head to be aligned with yours, her lips grazing your ear as she finally speaks to you, her voice coming out somewhat strained, deeper. “I’m so cold, Detka.” She whispers, moving her body between your legs, preventing you from closing them. “But you’ll help me warm up won’t you, sweetheart.” 

Your words are muffled against her hand as you try to ask what the actual fuck is going in, what’s gotten into her. But she cuts off your mumbles by sliding her, somehow seemingly longer and thicker fingers, into your wet heat. 

Your head slams back against your pillow, your back arching off the bed and into her body. It feels as if you’re burning, the one and only source of heat in this whole universe and she needs you. Needs to claim you, claim that heat, to keep her from freezing to death. 

“I need you, baby.” She groans against your ear. “I need you to thaw me out.” 

She moves her hand from your mouth, bringing it down to rest on your hips, using it to guide you to fuck yourself on her fingers. 

Her words confuse you beyond belief, but they all but go unheard as she slides her fingers in and out of you, moving her mouth to place open mouth kisses to your neck, down the valley of your chest and down your stomach until she’s taking your clit into her mouth. 

“Jesus C-Christ, Natasha- fuck.” You all but scream out, the added stimulation from her tongue swirling expertly around your clit driving you to a fuzzy headspace. 

One of your hands scrambles to grasp at the sheets as the other winds its way into Natasha’s hair, pulling on the stands in an effort to keep yourself grounded. 

The red head groans at the action and something’s about it sounds more primal, more animalistic then normal. 

“Natasha?” You pant, confusion and arousal clouding your brain, along with the remnants of sleep. 

“Shh detka.” She answers, pulling away from your clit as she nuzzles against your tummy. “I just need you to be good and let me fuck you.” She says firmly, yet somehow softly. 

Her actions along with her words sends your brain into a frenzy, a flood of arousal pouring onto her fingers and she moves her mouth back down, removing her fingers and allowing her tongue to slide its way inside you. 

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, it’s long and wet and feels so, so good. You scream out at the intrusion, feeling more full then you thought could ever be possible just from her mouth. 

“Oh god.” You cry out, your hands gripping desperately at her shoulders, trying to find something solid to ground you. 

Natasha only pulls you closer to her, her hands gripping your ass and holding you against her as if she's afraid someone will come take her last meal from her. She fucks you with her long tongue, thrusting it in and out of you and alternatings to suck on your clit until you cum with an arch of your back and a scream. 

Natasha pulls away and trails kisses feverishly up your abdomen, nuzzling her head against you. “Now you're all ready for me.” She says, lifting your legs under the knees to stand them, your ankles resting only a few inches from the back of your thighs. 

“What?” You ask, panting, still out of breath from your previous orgasm. 

When Natasha doesn’t answer you furrow your brows, tilting your head up to look at her, your slightly adjusted eyes allowing you to see her outline as she unbuttons and unzips her pants. Before she slides them down her attention snaps to your face, her hand coming to wrap around your jaw and force your head back against the pillow. 

“Natasha!” You gasp, never having seen this side of her before. 

She brings her mouth to your ear, her hot breath hitting the side of your face, her hand still firmly around your jaw. “Stay down.” She orders and it's all you can do to nod in response as you hear her remove her pants and boxers. 

You feel her bare thighs press into the sides of your own, her fully naked body now positioned between your forcibly spread legs. You flick your eyes toward her, trying to catch a glimpse of what she's doing, only for your eyes to roll to the back of your head when you feel her push inside you. 

She's big, bigger than she's ever given you and so cold. The contrast of her cold cock sliding into your warm core sets your nerves alight, a whorish moan falling past your lips. 

“That's right.” Natasha says, pulling out and thrusting inside you again with more force this time. “Just take whatever I give you, like a good little whore.” She says, but it doesn’t fully sound like her, her voice different, deeper. 

You feel your stomach tighten at her words nevertheless, she's never spoken to you like that before and you didn’t think you’d like it, but you do. Your legs move from their standing position to around her body, the cold of her skin still shocking you a bit. 

Natasha quickens her thrusts, moving her hand on your jaw down to your neck, her movements stuttering when you moan and clench around her. “Fuck. I'm gonna fill you up, put a baby in you.” 

You don’t have a second to process her words before a hot thick spurt of cum shoots inside you, Natasha moving her free hand to your hip to hold you down as she uses you to ride out her high. 

It's not even seconds later that your own height crashes over you, sending your body through too many loops, your vision fades to back and your body goes limp on the bed. 

Natasha pulls out of you and stares down at the mess between your legs, using her fingers to push her seed back inside of you, not wanting to waste a single drop of it. 

She looks up and notices your unconscious state, a smile sliding over her face at the view. 

“Will it work?” Natasha speaks into the room, a black slimy, tendril creature emerging from her shoulder and materializing into a head next to her; venom. 

“I will work.” Venom confirms, nodding to the red headed woman before moving his gaze over to your sleeping form. “She’s so pretty when she’s asleep.” 

Natasha hums and nods in agreement. “I should have told her.” She mumbles, half ashamedly. 

“No.” Venom says, sliding back into Natasha’s body then taking his full form to hover over you. His big slimy hands run over your bare stomach, gently, hopefully. “She doesn’t need that kind of stress right now. We can tell her after the baby is born.” 

Natasha hums in agreement again, watching through venom's eyes as he tucks you into bed, one thought on her mind as she does so. 

Now nothing can stop her from protecting you and your child.

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A/n- I’ll be honest it’s not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but venom Nat is HOTTT so imma forgive

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Venom: Go fish!

Y/n: We’re playing scrabble

Venom: I want lobster

Y/n: Do you have lobster money?

Venom: money is what people use to pay for things correct?

Y/n: Yes

Venom: What if we were to steal a lobster from the restaurant?

Y/n: Then we would be arrested

Venom: Tony would help us!

Y/n: Tony would take us to prison himself

Venom throwing the scrabble board: I’m bored!

Y/n: We’re in solitude because you can’t control your anger!

Venom: the anger I feel comes from your feelings and you are behaving very hostile at the moment!

Y/n: Because of you!

Wanda and Nat watching from outside

Nat: How are you gonna plead their case Wands?

Wanda: They do make it very difficult, maybe the guy won’t press charges?

Nat: His wife is missing her head

Wanda: She was being aggressive towards them!

[munariplans]

Hey! Could i request a fic about a spider reader who has the symbiote in his body and is acting in a more arrogant way and Natasha realizes this and tries to help her girlfriend. Thank you and I love your writing!!

a favour to fury | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above! i added a little bit of my own twist and had fun with it, hopefully that's ok.

natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader

word count: 4.5k words

warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence

read part 2 here

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natasha was five months pregnant when fury approached you regarding a supersecret project norman osborn had been studying for the past year and a half. they had called it a symbiote, you remembered, designed to mutualistically bond with a human host at the subcellular level. 

you had asked what it was for, half-heartedly already packing your things to go home to your pregnant wife. work was done for the day, and fury was holding you back. he said he had wanted to make you stronger, almost invincible. you shot him a look that said seriously? and declined. 

“do i not hit your KPIs or something, nick? do you not trust me enough with my current abilities?” you slung your bag over your shoulder, still very offended that he would suggest such a thing, to you of all people. 

you felt you had been in the team longest, alongside tony. it was so unfair to hint that he wanted something more out of you just because you had been off of your game for the past few months dealing with more personal issues in your life, like your almost-failed marriage. “mind you, i trained that kid, that peter parker, from being nothing but a friendly, neighbourhood spider-man slinging around knocking the teeth out of pickpockets, to being able to deal with world-ending threats we face as avengers. all. by. myself.” 

“i know–”

“–and who was the one who pulled SHIELD out of financial ruin when we almost went under? my weapons, my designs. i wasn’t proud that we sold it off to warring countries, but it helped us stay afloat!”

“and you have helped us out, dearly.”

“and lest you forget, i was the one, the only one, willing to let you and dr. ames experiment on me, injecting that spider serum on me when you knew i had a fifty-fifty chance of screwing up my nervous system beyond repair. when you knew i would most likely end up paralysed if it didn’t work. and i was your best agent!” at this point, you knew you were overcompensating, but it had been a long day, and an even longer week. you had just wanted to go home. but you couldn’t back down. “the one who’s stuck by your side from day one!”

“i know!” nick suddenly barked, slamming the door, your only exit out, shut. “you think i don’t know that?! you think i don’t know just how much i owe you?”

he took one step forward, you took one step back. the look on his face was dangerous, a warning for you not to overstep boundaries. he was still your boss, after all. “but oscorp’s our biggest funding, you know this too. and they need…”

fury’s lips quivered. “...they need someone to test out just the limits of the abilities of this symbiote before we are allowed to use it for our own lines of defence. and norman had initially suggested parker, the boy, because…”

you understood. norman osborn was a disgusting man. “...because he’s currently the weakest one out of all of us. they want to test his limits through it.”

“yes.” fury wasn’t proud of what he was implying either, “but he’s too young, too inexperienced. and i was sure, as his mentor, you were never going to let it happen to him. you don’t admit it, but you love him. you and tony. he disagreed too.”

you couldn’t let it happen to peter. it was too dangerous, too risky. but fuck nick for also thinking that you had nothing to lose. you had a baby on the way, and a relationship just-repaired, for heaven’s sake. 

but if not you, who else?

you knew natasha would have never approved. what you should have done was tell fury you would think about it. that natasha was pregnant, and she needed you relatively sane, and stable, for her and the baby. 

you should have told natasha explicitly of what the experiment entailed, and why you wanted to do it. that you were merely protecting peter, and you didn’t wish for anyone else to suffer through the treatment like you were going to. 

these were things you did when the person you love will inevitably have to go through the ups and many, many downs, of what the next few weeks would entail between the both of you. you had learned from past experience.

in hindsight, you also knew that even though natasha recognised your selflessness, and your sacrifice, she still would not have approved of you destroying your life to save peter’s. but in hindsight, neither of you, nor fury, would have known of just what the venom symbiote would do to you. 

–

the bonding had been relatively painless, taking into account the fact that the team had to sedate you completely before allowing the symbiote to even come close to the host. fury had promised you it was the last favour he would ever draw from you before you shut your eyes, and it was only natasha’s face waiting for you at home that allowed you to drift off under the anaesthesia so willingly. 

when you came to, the aches and bruises from previous fights had suddenly disappeared, and the wear and tear your bones have suffered through the years had dissipated to the point that you felt like you were at the prime of your youth again, just right after they had first injected the spider serum.

–

when you came home, you kissed natasha’s forehead first, then her cheek, then her lips, and finally, down to her swollen belly, where one of these days you hoped you had the privilege of hearing your child kick. 

“how’s the pain today?” you folded your sleeves to your forearms, heading to the sink to wash your hands as natasha began plating dinner. “is he giving you heartburn again?”

natasha moaned in relief as you came to rub circles on the small of her back, untangling the knots that had accumulated in her aching body. “better. he’s learned to not give mama so much pain entering the second trimester. we all grow.”

your soft smile made the woman swoon, even after all these years. “that’s great. atta boy.”

“what about you? how was…” she had wanted to say the inhumane procedure, the cruel dilemma, they put you through, but all she said was, “...the experiment?”

“it was alright,” you reassured her. she knew you hadn’t wanted her to worry, “happy to be back home with you, that’s all.”

it was your signal to her not to push the matter further. it was you telling her that what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her.

– 

in the next few days, however, the heightened powers and new abilities that had latched on to you from the symbiote had also brought about a new impatience, a little bit of arrogance within you. 

panting as you watched the pixelated bodies of enemies taken down all around you, your heart pounded in exhilaration at the sight of them “dead”. you had never felt power like this before, and as much as the scowl on fury’s face was deepening day by day, the excitement, and hope, in your own face, began to grow. you really were stronger than ever.

and the sleek, indestructible new suit that the symbiote had formed around you when you were in battle was just a cherry on top. 

–

it had all started when steve asked for a sparring session with you one day. you were usually equally matched with him in toe to toe combats, with the occasional instances where he won by distracting you with natasha’s mention. 

but you had never taken him down as quickly, and easily, as this before. he had fallen with one swift lunge to his stomach, and began choking out his dinner from earlier as you stepped back.

“stop playing with me, captain, get up.” you said, when you got irritated that he told you he needed a breather. 

“y-you’re the one who kicked me so hard in the guts, it really hurts, you know,” he wheezed, catching his breath. 

you scoffed. since when had he become so weak?

you pulled him up against his will, and beat the shit out of him two more times before he raised the white flag desperately.

–

for lunch one afternoon, natasha had come by with her newfound skills in cooking, bearing lunch for the team. she was welcomed with open arms, except for maria, who was nursing a blackeye you had given her earlier. 

as the both of you settled for a break after lunch, however, natasha finally brought up the topic that had been plaguing her mind for the past few weeks. 

she had asked you about your thoughts on her returning to work, on a deskbound duty. “...and the occasional logistical support for missions, if you know what i mean.”

you paused the paperwork you had been doing in front of her, giving it a beat or two, before shaking your head. “no.”

“no…?” she hadn’t expected the firmness of the answer. while she was expecting resistance, she had thought you would be kind enough to humour her with a certainly not in the field, or just desk duty, not a flat-out no. 

“no.”

“why?” she held your hand then, stopping you from returning your pen to paper, and you raised an eyebrow. natasha thought you looked slightly too annoyed for a relatively inoffensive question. “i thought you would be supportive. we agreed, when i was three months along back then, that i could return when i was ready.”

you shook her hand off, sending natasha’s heart down to a plunge. you had been more on edge, even at home recently, to the point where she was feeling she had to almost tiptoe around you on your bad days. “i don’t think i need to explain just how dangerous it would be for you, and the baby. no.”

she called your name in disbelief. “how about just paperwork? i could help you do your paperwork. then we can see each other around more often, just like we used to. i miss you at home, and it’s so terribly boring, all day, being alone.”

“natasha, i said no. you should respect my wishes on this.”

“what is so dangerous about paperwork?!” she stood then, frustrated that you were so unyielding. you never were so unreasonable like this. perhaps, natasha thought, she had gotten too used to receiving the princess treatment from you throughout the duration of your relationship. but she wondered if that was even such a bad thing. “and why are you dictating my decisions and what i want to do?!”

why in hell was she being so annoying today? you found it hard to shake the unsavoury thoughts out of your head. 

just then, natasha’s phone began to ring, a new, annoyingly high-pitched frequency ringtone that immediately sent stings like sharp jabs into the nodes of your brain. you flinched, instantly forgetting what you had wanted to say to her, and dropped the pen you were holding unconsciously. 

“baby…” she grabbed the phone, silenced it, and turned to you, who was panting and massaging your temples from the pain. 

but you only shook your head, preventing her from coming closer. “we’ll talk about this later at home, okay? i’m not feeling so good right now.”

“do you want me to fix you anything? do you want to lie down?” she came to you, holding her hands over yours, noticing they were shaking. you visibly calmed as she ran her hands up and down your back, bringing you back to earth with her. 

natasha led you to sit by the sofa again, climbing on top of you to hold you as you calmed down. it was in her embrace that the ringing finally stopped, and you could refocus. 

it was also in her embrace that your mind suddenly cleared, and the remnants of the conversation just before came back to you. you had been so dismissive. 

your eyes watering as you faced her, you said, “i don’t know what came over me…i was so…out of it, earlier. i don’t know why i…why i thought you didn’t deserve to come back. i’m so sorry, nat.”

she furrowed her eyebrows in worry. she wondered if it was something she needed to bring up with fury, on the effects of the experiment on you. but she piped it all down, insteading threading her fingers through your hair and pressing a comforting kiss on your lips. 

“it’s okay, we’ll discuss this more at home.”

“no, i…” you needed to rectify your mistake, needed to make it up to her. you couldn't stand knowing you had hurt her feelings by underestimating her, “...i’m going to talk to fury. see what roles we have for you that’s convenient for you and our son. i’ll…”

you got up shakily then, placing natasha back down on the sofa. there were cold sweats beginning to form on your forehead. natasha pleaded for you to sit down and rest for a bit, but you were already out the door in the next second, leaving her more concerned, and confused, than ever. 

– 

in the tests that followed in the next few days, natasha watched, in worry and obvious agony, the way you were losing yourself more quickly than ever. 

fury stood next to her behind the safety of bulletproof glass, where you were on the other side, in a climate and condition controlled environment. it was essentially SHIELD’s containment room for the most dangerous of specimens. 

but she thought you looked so small, so vulnerable, in the middle of the vastness of the room, crouched with your head hung low between your legs. 

“fury, we should stop. she’s clearly at the limit.” she held her hand over his on the console, but the man standing right next to fury was adamant. 

she hated norman osborn for what he was about to say. “we’re so close. just a few more tests.” 

he swatted hers and fury’s hand away, and pressed the button the both of them had been hovering above. the enemies came charging again, and despite your pleas for a breather, the symbiote had automatically enveloped you in the suit and began defending the both of you again. 

you were exhausted. every fibre in your body hurt, and the symbiote was seeping all of your strength and willpower to do the fighting for you. you were nothing more than a bird in a cage for fury and osborn, then, you knew. and you regretted so much allowing natasha into the viewing panel for your test, in the name of her helping to fill out your paperwork for the symbiote. 

“no more, please…” you begged the team above then, wanting to just collapse, and crawl into natasha’s arms perhaps, and forget about the extremely harrowing and traumatic day you just had. 

but osborn wasn’t so kind. and he had pressed the button to test the symbiote’s limits once again. “please, mr. osborn!”

“stop,” you breathed as more enemies charged right in, “stop,” you had begged when the suit once again took all the spirit that you had left, “stop,” you tried a final time, when osborn tried something new this time; a high-frequency call that the lab had identified to be a potential weakness. 

“i said STOP!” it wasn’t you who screamed it the last time. a much deeper, gravelly voice had taken over, along with the explosion of black tendrils emanating from your suit. the enemies were flung into pixelated darkness, but the tendrils had pierced right through them, aiming for the source of the pain; the frequency pitch. 

it destroyed the sound system in the containment cell, but it was not enough. because even as fury slammed the controls to stop all the tests at once, the tendrils were still against the glass of the viewing panel, and as the symbiote spread and spread, the bulletproof glass, for the very first time since natasha had used it for the past decade or so, cracked. 

osborn watched in horror as the crack began to spread, before he was quickly knocked out by natasha pushing him aside to reach the microphone. 

“baby, it’s me. it’s natasha!”

the tendrils stopped the rampage on the glass momentarily. it had worked. fury instructed her to go further. “please, can you…can you get the symbiote off of the glass? we–i–want to see you, please.”

it was silent for a minute, then two, and with her heart in her mouth, natasha watched as the tendrils slowly retreated, shrinking the surface area they covered until your body was visible and it had gone back into the suit. 

and natasha’s heart broke at the sight of you unconscious, at the mercy of the symbiote, and crouched into a foetal position to try to protect yourself before the explosion from earlier. 

hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman, norman osborn learned that day, as he went home with more bruises and broken bones from one natasha romanoff than he had ever had to endure his whole life. 

– 

you no longer liked the strength, the agility, the injury-free protection, the symbiote gave. not after that test. not after it had caused you to wake up in the medical wing, with a sobbing natasha by your side begging you to stop the experiments, and let the symbiote go.

“what is happening to you?” she begged later on, as she had climbed into the bed herself and enveloped herself in your embrace. you shushed her cries and reassured her that you would fix everything. that you were alright, and you were going to be alright for her.

“i don’t know, i’m sorry.” lately, all you could say was you were sorry. it was terribly unfair to natasha.

and to make things even worse, the moment that those meaningless, obsolete words left your mouth, a hint of movement came from natasha’s belly, triggering your spider senses immediately. the baby had just kicked. 

when you forced natasha to go home to rest with laura later on, for the first time in your life, you cried yourself to sleep at the failure of a partner you had once again become for your wife.

–

natasha was understandably reluctant at your request to be separated. but she was also pragmatic, and understanding that you had to do it not only for her own safety, but your peace of mind. she was too good to you, you always knew.

“it’s just for a week,” you reminded her, lips still chasing hers as the both of you fought on who would say goodbye first. 

she latched on to your tongue. “i know.”

“just a week.”

“i know.” 

but the both of you groaned then. “but why does it seem like forever?”

– 

“fuck osborn.”

“heard.”

“we’re removing that symbiote from you,” fury looked a little unkempt, which, if you knew fury, meant he was at the edge of losing it. it was clear how much the symbiote had been affecting him as well, “i can’t lose you.”

leaning against his desk, you nodded. “please, fury.”

–

several attempts were made, with many different methods the team of SHIELD’s best scientists had tried, to remove the symbiote from your host. but obviously, without the principal team who had done the research on the symbiote itself, it was difficult to do so without oscorp’s help. 

all attempts had been unsuccessful. and the symbiote inside you was growing angrier and angrier. 

it broke your heart to see, that after each lashing out, each beratement and burst of anger you had at the team, they oddly seemed…afraid of you. and yet you couldn’t tell them that you yourself were drowning, that you had no control over your own emotions and actions in those bursts of anger, that it wasn’t you. fury had sworn you to secrecy. 

perhaps it was for the best that you had sent natasha away. you were deathly afraid of what you would do to her if the symbiote lashed out in her presence. 

you called her every morning, and she called you every night. it was a routine the both of you agreed to set up, mostly to keep yourself sane and for natasha to not worry about you too much. it broke your heart to know that one morning, she hadn’t answered your call because she was at the obstetrician, all alone. natasha hated going for her medical appointments all alone. 

afterwards, you apologised profusely for missing out on your baby’s development, and had sent her a bouquet of flowers. but you still felt it was barely adequate for making it up to her. you hated yourself for hurting natasha because of your own damn actions, once again. 

she was only kind enough to tell you that she was alright, and that you needed to focus on getting the symbiote out before returning to her. 

–

but as the days passed with little to no success of the extraction, you were growing more frustrated, and the symbiote was growing more powerful. 

natasha was approaching six months, and you hadn’t answered any of her calls for a few days now. you were afraid of what little progress you would have to tell her, and worried over what her reaction would be. 

you’re a failure. you are always going to be a failure. she will hate you, and she will regret even getting to know someone like you, marrying you, being the mother of your child. you cannot be the one she deserves. you don’t deserve anyone. except us. us.

the voices weren’t your own. you should have known. 

“fury, please, please,” you begged, barging into the meeting room he was in, barking orders at the scientists to try harder, to think of solutions faster. they were clearly at their wits’ end too. 

“please, call oscorp,” you got on your knees for him, in front of everyone, grabbing his hands in desperation, “call osborn here. i’ll do anything, i’ll beg him too, to get this thing off of me.”

“you know norman’s not going to stop once he has you. he’ll turn you into something even worse if we let him have you.”

“please!” you were crying then, feeling like a child begging their parents for an unachievable, stupid, stupid dream. only this time, you were begging for your life back. 

–

“i’m scared, nick. of what this will do to me, of what i will become.”

nick had brought you aside later that evening. it was in his eyes that heartbreak was evident; he knew all too well what he had done to you. and he had fucked up, truly, this time. 

“i’m so sorry.”

“please, try again, can you try again?” you were in the room where they had conducted the tests; the containment cell. you knew fury was slightly afraid of being in the same room with you all alone, and there was a reason he had brought you there. you could get into the cell if you lost control. 

he shook his head. “i just–we just–don’t have anything…”

“i cannot become the symbiote, nick. i have natasha, and the child, at home. i can’t go like this, please.”

you were hunched over the console, grabbing at it desperately to stop the symbiote from coming out, from enveloping you in your shared rage at fury’s insistence, and killing the man right before you. beads of cold perspiration drenched your entire being, and the look in your eyes was one the man had never seen in all the years he had worked with you. 

he could only shake his head, and leave the room. outside the compound, fury screamed into the vast nothingness of the night, exasperated in his futility and your predicament. 

– 

but natasha had had enough of your pulling back, of you pushing her away. she was not about to lose you again. she had almost lost you to wanda then, she was not going to lose you to a symbiote now. 

and as she arrived at the compound and discovered that it was eerily dark, and empty, the first person that she hounded was fury. 

he apologised to her as well, over the phone, and told her that he had instructed everyone to go home early for the day. the avengers were told to find accommodation elsewhere. something about a routine deep-cleaning going on for the night. 

it was suspicious the moment he told her you were still inside, however. still, she braved the recurring doubts in the back of her mind, stole her old equipment back when she was still on active mission duty, and braved through the compound. 

“just me and you baby, don’t give mama such a hard time, okay?” she even winced, when the baby kicked right as she rounded a corner. 

and you admired your wife, adored her, even, for still braving through six months of pregnancy and trying to find you in an almost-abandoned compound. the compound was never empty. the lights were never flickering, and you were never alone just with her in that entire building. 

but when she carefully opened the door to where you were, still hunched over the same console she had smashed norman osborn’s face against just a few weeks ago, you wholeheartedly wished she was the last person to find you in that way. 

the shock in her breath was evident, with the number of dead bodies around you then, and the distinct stench of blood in the air. you were shaking, breathing haphazard, as you tried centering yourself not to hurt anyone else. three breaths in, two breaths out, you always taught natasha in her panic attacks. now, you struggled to even manage it yourself. 

“baby…?” the woman didn’t want to believe what she was seeing. 

you shook your head painfully. why, of all people, why did it have to be her? the gun was aimed right at you, you knew, and you struggled to bring yourself up to even face her. your efforts ended with you falling right onto the console again. 

“...tell me what’s going on. tell me what’s wrong, we can still get through this together.” you absolutely despised the fear in her voice. 

instead, all you could choke out was, “natasha…”

you finally turned to face her. natasha dropped the gun at the symbiote already engulfing half of your face, milky white eyes replacing the eye patches in your mask, sharp, elongated teeth forming around your mouth area. the symbiote had clearly gained full control. 

in the one eye that was still yours, you were tearful, as you begged her, “...please, get out of here.”

a/n: does this call for a part 2?

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom #26 - "State of Grace" (2023)

written by Torunn Gronbekk art by Julius Ohta & Frank D'Armata

[avengerscompound]

Natasha Romanoff

Venom (2021) #28

[current-comix]

Pablo Villalobos

[rxmqnova]

Could you write Wanda x Venom reader when Wanda doesn't like Venom and always made a comment about it and because of that Yn doesn't like Wanda but they were on a mission and Wanda was in danger so Yn convinced Venom to help her and then when they were at the compound Wanda apologized to Venom and they become friends, being caotic friends and after that Wanda wanted to know more about Yn and Venom.

Maybe the ending can be an open one if you want, like them knowing each other more

Venom

Y/N: 25 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Alright, we have a location of another hydra base" Tony announces, starting the meeting he has just called.

"So we'll destroy it, what's the problem?" Sam asks confused by Tony's face impression.

"The problem is that this base is the biggest one we've ever found and we need to destroy it as soon as possible. Half of us is on different missions, so us, who are currently here, need to do it" Tony explains, looking at the 4 other Avengers.

"Well, I believe we're pretty capable and surely we'll manage" Y/N says, trying to encourage everyone.

"Says you who's hidden in some weird alien thing all the time" Wanda rolls her eyes.

Wanda and Y/N have never been friends. The Avengers have tried multiple times to make them friends but it never worked.

The thing is that Y/N has this 'alien thing' inside of her as Wanda said and the thing is called Venom. For some reason the witch just doesn't like Venom and for that Y/N doesn't like Wanda.

The two are always pretty mean to each other or arguing which is everyone on the team sick of already, but they can't do anything about it.

"Can we just eat her already?" Venom asks on which Y/N smirks at Wanda, ready to scare the witch a bit.

"Eat her? You have no idea how much I would love to do that right now" Y/N says on which Natasha rolls her eyes, knowing another argument is about to come.

"It did not just tell you it wants to eat me" Wanda says, giving Y/N a glare, trying to hide the fact that she's actually worried a bit. "How are we still keeping her here with this weird thing inside of her that wants to eat people?" The witch asks, looking at her teammates.

"Alright, you two just stop" Natasha sighs, having enough of this. "No one will be eating anyone, we need to focus on the mission"

"We still can eat her after" Venom says on which Y/N chuckles. She knows it'll make Wanda wonder what has Venom said.

———

The time has come, the 5 Avengers are fighting against the hydra agents that are currently in the hydra base.

"Guys, I need some help here" Wanda says through the ear piece.

"Y/N, you're the closest to her. Help Wanda" Tony orders, making Y/N sigh.

"Fine" Y/N answers a bit irritated and starts running to Wanda's direction, but Y/N's body suddenly stops, not being able to move. "Venom, what are you doing? She needs help" Y/N says, trying her best to move.

"Y/N, neither one of us likes her. We can just let them kill her and then eat her" Venom says.

"What?! Venom, we won't be eating her. She's a part of the team, we can't let her die" Y/N reasons, but that still doesn't convince Venom.

"Y/N, are you coming? I really need help" Wanda desperately asks, throwing the whole enemies thing behind.

"Venom, mask" Y/N orders.

"But-"

"I said mask. You can eat some hydra agents later, just help Wanda" Y/N promises even though she absolutely hates when Venom bites people's heads off. "On my way, Wanda" Y/N answers through the ear piece, finally on her way to the witch.

When Y/N gets to Wanda, her eyes widen. The witch is surrounded by so many hydra agents that are shooting at her while the ceiling is about to fall down in any second and Wanda's shield isn't working anymore.

Venom jumps into the middle of the room, taking Wanda into her arms and jumping through the window, placing her on the ground gently. The two can only hear an explosion and the ceiling falling down.

"You okay?" Y/N asks, back in her normal self again.

"Yeah, thanks" Wanda says, trying to hide the pain she's in as one of the agents shot her into her arm.

"You're hurt" Y/N kneels to the witch, tearing off a piece of her suit to put it over Wanda's wound. "Guys, Wanda's been shot into her arm. We need to get her back. How's it looking with you?" Y/N asks through the ear piece.

"We're nearly done, take her to the jet" Tony answers.

———

"How's your arm?" Y/N asks as soon as Wanda sits next to her on the couch, the two being the only ones in the living room right now.

"It's okay… I. Hm… I want to thank you… for saving me" Wanda says, playing with the sleeves of her hoodie.

"I don't think you should be thanking me, it wasn't me who saved you" Y/N says.

"… Does it listen or how does it work?" Wanda asks.

"Venom can hear you" Y/N answers, looking at Wanda curiously.

"Okay… Thank you for saving me there, Venom. And… I'm sorry for all the comments I've made" Wanda apologises.

Venom stays quiet on which Y/N furrows her brows.

"Venom?" Y/N raises an eyebrow. "What did we say about being nice to other people?"

"… Fine, apology accepted"

"He said he accepts your apology" Y/N smiles. "… I'm also sorry for being mean to you. I know that having Venom inside of me can seem weird or scary to some people and I didn't have to be that rude to you"

"… That's okay. I get it now" Wanda smiles a little. "How did the Venom thing even happen? I've never heard that story before" Wanda asks, playing with her fingers now.

"Probably because I've told the story only to Tony and Natasha" Y/N explains, also playing with her fingers. "… I broke into a lab. They were experimenting on people, but none of them survived the interaction with Venom. But I did somehow" Y/N shrugs. "How did you get your powers?" Y/N asks. She joined the Avengers after Wanda, so she has no idea how Wanda got her powers.

"… My brother and I joined hydra. We thought that Tony is responsible for our parents' death, so we joined for experiments which were successful" Wanda answers and the room falls quiet for a while. "Would you maybe… want to watch a movie with me?" Wanda asks, breaking the silence finally.

Y/N smiles, happy that her and Wanda are finally becoming friends. "I would love to"

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I had no idea how to write Venom reader as I've never done this before…

Hopefully it's not too bad😅

Wanda Maximoff masterlist

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[burninblood]

Natasha Romanoff (looking gorgeous) in Venom #26

[fandomnerd9602]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader where the Reader visits Nat's grave with their now 5 yr old something child

Y/N holds little Melina in their arms...

Y/N: and Mommy took on a big purple monster to bring you back

Melina: really?

Y/N: yeah your Mommy was the best mom in all existence

The two stop at Natasha's grave...

Fannie comes running up, barking happily...

Melina: doggy!

Yelena walks up, a little confused...

Y/N: you must be Yelena, Nat told me so much about you

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Symbiote | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Shortly after joining the Avengers, Wanda meets another member of the team who has an interesting superpower

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: This was an anon request.  Enjoy!

“So, got any questions?”

Wanda glanced around the hallway, taking in her new surroundings.  During the Battle of Sokovia, she’d taken Clint up on his offer to become an Avenger when she decided to fight with them against Ultron.  So after the city was destroyed, she returned back to the Compound with the rest of the team.  It had taken her some time to settle in.  While she was adjusting to a new life in a new country, she was also mourning the loss of her brother.  Pietro was killed protecting Clint and a young Sokovian boy during the battle.  His death left an indelible void in her soul, the grief crashing over her again and again.  She felt like she was drowning in sorrow.  The team had given her space for a few days, allowing her to mourn, but after a week Natasha had taken matters into her own hands.  She dragged Wanda from her room, unshowered and still in her pajamas, to give her a tour of the base.  They’d worked their way through every room, down every hallway, and around every corner.  Nat paused momentarily, giving Wanda some time to take in the sheer size of the Compound.

“No,” she shook her head.

“Good.  Come on, we’ll head to the gym next.  You’re gonna love it.  We spar twice a week and most of us spend the other three days lifting or doing some other training.  Steve’s the freak, he’s here every day, sometimes even twice a day!  But you don’t have…” 

Wanda droned out Nat’s overenthusiastic speech on the importance of variety in her physical training.  She was lost in her thoughts.  The Avengers Compound reminded her of the HYDRA facility she’d spent the last few years at.  She trembled each time Nat opened another door, fearing that she’d see the rooms that haunted her nightmares.  But the widow’s jokes and anecdotes reassured her that she was safe.

“...and that was the last time we let Tony use his suits in a basketball game.”  Wanda looked up, squinting against the bright overhead lights.  She had no idea what Nat was talking about.  “Come on, the weight room is that way,” she said, motioning to a door across the court.  Their shoes squeaked as they walked across the court.  

When Natasha pushed the door to the weight room open, it wasn’t the rows of cardio machines or the brand new circuit machines that caught Wanda’s eye: it was the man in the squat rack.  He was shirtless, his back muscles glistening with sweat as the bar rested across his shoulders.  She watched as he squatted down, taking the full weight of the bar down with him.  His thighs strained against his olive green shorts as he pushed back up, handling the plates on either side with relative ease.  The way he moved mesmerized her.  Her eyes were glued to the way his tight shorts hugged his ass.  

God, he’s hot, she thought.  She bit her lower lip as she watched him strain against his last rep, shakily pushing the weight back up before re-racking it and stepping away from the bar.  He leaned against the rack as he grabbed his phone, scrolling through it as he ignored the women behind him.

“That’s Y/N L/N.  He’s one of us.  Spent four in the Corps, one tour to Afghanistan, countless classified missions doing something he can’t tell us yet.  He’s quiet.  Only really talks to Bucky and that’s when he feels like talking.  I don’t know much, but from what I can gather he’s a little messed up from some shit he’s seen,” Nat explained.  “He spends a lot of time in the gym.  I think it helps him relax.”

Wanda watched as Y/N noticed Natasha in the mirror.  He glanced up from his phone, nodding his head in acknowledgement as she waved back.  

“New recruit,” she mouthed, pointing to Wanda.  Her legs turned to jelly as he locked eyes with her, his Y/E/C eyes searing themselves into her soul.  He shot her a quick smile before throwing his phone back on the mat and lining himself up under the bar again.  She stared unabashedly while he began his repetitive pattern of movement under the bend of the strained bar.  A warmth spread throughout her entire body as she felt a pang of arousal blossom in her stomach. “Alright, stop drooling.  Let’s go.”  Natasha practically dragged Wanda out of the weight room.  She would’ve watched him for the rest of the day had she been given the chance.  For the first time since Pietro died she was able to distract herself from her sorrows.  “He’s a cutie, isn’t he?”

“I guess,” Wanda shrugged.

“Oh please, I watched you mentally undress him back there,” she teased.  Wanda blushed, knowing what Nat said was true.  He was built like Adonis, a Greek god in his own right.  

“He is cute,” Wanda relented.  “Does he really not talk to anyone?”

“Basically.  He really only shows up for required training and missions.  I think I’ve seen him at maybe one party-?”

“Why wasn’t he with us in Sokovia?”

“He was off on another mission.  Fury needed his skills somewhere else.” “What are his skills?” Wanda wanted to know what brought him to the Avengers.

“Oh, you’ll see,” Natasha smirked.  “It’s tough to explain.”

Wanda wracked her brain trying to think of what Y/N’s skillset could possibly be.  Nat would’ve told her if he was a telepath like her.  It had to be more complicated than being a Super Soldier like Captain America or an assassin like Nat had been.  But the mystery of it all made him that much more enticing to her.  At that moment, she told herself that she was going to do whatever it took to talk to him.

**************************************************************

They were in the midst of a fight in Paris of all places.  Justin Hammer had moved his base of operations there after breaking out of prison.  Now his Hammer suits were flying rogue and terrorizing the city.  They reminded her of the Ultron bots.  Strong and innumerable, the team was struggling to put them all down.  

“Wanda, incoming bogeys on your right,” Steve’s voice crackled through Wanda’s earpiece.  She whipped around, scanning the sky for the flying time bombs.  The suits were aimed straight at her, their arms outstretched as they primed their missiles.  Wanda’s hands shot up in front of her.  Her fingers moved smoothly as the robots plummeted to the earth with her magic.  

“Got them,” she reported back.  A whizzing noise behind her caused her to throw up a protective shield.  It defended her from the rockets that exploded inches from her head.

Wanda looked up as Steve, Clint, and Natasha ran towards her.  Clint was bent over, hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.  Natasha had blood running down her face and was pacing with her hands on her head.  Steve’s brows furrowed as he looked helplessly around at the scene before him.  Things were not going well.

“Hey Tony,” Steve pushed his earpiece in while his other hand held his battered shield by his side.  “I think we need some backup.”

“Roger that, Cap.  Okay, kid, we’re gonna need you,” Tony called through their comms.

Who’s he talking to? Wanda thought.  We didn’t bring any backup.

Before she had a chance to ask, she saw Y/N running through the dust.  As he ran, his face twisted in concentration, Wanda noticed what looked like a dark shadow following him only it wasn’t a shadow and it wasn’t following him.  Much to her surprise Y/N was being encompassed by a dark goo-like material.  The goo covered him completely, but while it covered him he started to change.  He grew taller, his muscles larger, and his eyes grew big and white while his tongue grew long and his teeth sharp.  He was totally unrecognizable by the time the transformation was complete.

“What the hell?” she said out loud.  “That’s his skillset?!”  She glared over at Nat, who chuckled weakly.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“What the hell is that thing?”

“We’re not exactly sure.  Most of Tony and Bruce’s research points to an alien symbiote who uses Y/N as a host.  So right now he’s in charge, not Y/N.”

“We call him Venom,” Clint added.  “He’s a little out there, but he’s decent so long as you stay on his good side.”

Wanda stared in amazement as she watched Venom attack the Hammer suits.  He lept into the air, grabbing one and throwing it down to the ground.  As suits flew in from all directions, he fought them off one by one, shooting what looked like webs from his wrists as he pulled them down.  His tongue flew excitedly in all directions as he laughed at the carnage he was creating.  The suits didn’t stand a chance: he was virtually indestructible.  

“He’s taken the bulk of them down, let’s get back there and finish the job,” Steve said, tightening the grips on his shield as he ran towards the chaos.  Clint notched an arrow and Natasha pulled the pistols out of her holsters.  They charged towards the oncoming suits, shooting in every direction while Venom stomped and smashed and slashed his way through the metal menaces one by one.  Wanda shook her head, clearing the images of Y/N somewhere inside the alien as she ran to join her team.  She managed to tear two suits apart as she jogged toward Venom, catching his oversized menacing eyes.

“So you’re the one Y/N’s been telling me about,” a raspy voice realized.  Wanda looked up at the looming figure.  

“You can talk?”  Her mind was being blown by the second.

“Sure.  He talks to me all the time, sometimes I talk back.  And has he told me all about you.”  The alien looked her up and down.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda asked, tilting her head.  She dodged the torso of a robot Venom had just ripped apart with his claws.

“I think you’re downright sexy.  Nothing more attractive than a woman who can kick some ass.”  He shot a gooey web towards another group that was charging toward Wanda.  “That’s what he thinks, too.”

“Really?” Wanda felt her cheeks redden.  It wasn’t from the heat of battle.

“Oh yeah.  You wouldn’t believe the things he’s told me about you, sweetheart.  Things that he wants to do to you.” “Like?” she asked.  Venom’s tongue shot out of his mouth, wrapping around the neck of a suit, pulling it close, and crushing it.

“That’s not the only thing this tongue can do,” he teased as he spit the decapitated head off.  Wanda felt herself swooning at the alien’s words.  “And trust me, that’s one of the tamer things he’s talked about.”

Filthy images of what that tongue could do to her filled Wanda’s mind, distracting her from the battle.  Luckily Clint was able to shoot a net arrow at one of the final groups of flying suits, trapping them as Venom smashed them all into broken chunks of iron.  “Wanda, let’s go!” Clint yelled as he ran towards the Quinjet.

“If you’re not interested in him, I can always show you a good time,” Venom said as he jogged his way back to the ship.  “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to be alone.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll try my luck,” Wanda smirked as she flew up the ramp.

**************************************************************

She couldn’t sleep.  Fantasies of Venom's tongue violating her in all the right ways looped through her mind, sending her into a state of flustered arousal as opposed to restful sleep.  She tossed and turned in her bed.  After a couple of restless hours, she gave up on trying to get to sleep. Wanda sat on the edge of her bed, unsure of what to do next.  She knew nothing would be able to calm her mind.  So, in an act of desperation, she decided to wander down to the gym.  Maybe Y/N would be there.

The clatter of weights being re-racked reached Wanda long before the sterile lights as she walked across the dark basketball court.  Y/N had already been in there for a while. His white t-shirt clung to his bulging muscles.  He was sitting on the end of the bench, the weights waiting for him to start his next set of bench presses as he scrolled on his phone, a bottle of Gatorade sitting next to him.

Wanda made no attempt to hide as she watched him.  The discovery of his alter ego made him that much more mysterious in her mind.  She wondered what he was like as opposed to the symbiote.  Venom was straightforward and flirtatious while Y/N was not.  What was really going on in his mind, she wondered.  As she rotated through different scenarios in her mind, he looked up from his phone and caught her eye.

“Oh, hi.  Sorry, I don’t mean to disturb you.”  Wanda felt her cheeks burn as she tried to disappear into herself.  He made her so anxious.

“Wanda, hey,” he replied slightly out-of-breath.  “Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head.  “Thought I’d come down here to clear my mind.”

He looked her up and down.  “You don’t look dressed for it,” he mused.  Wanda realized she was still in her pajamas and slippers.  “So what’s up?  Why can’t you sleep?”  

“Well I, uhh, I met your….friend earlier.”

“Oh, him?” Y/N chuckled.  Wanda nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.  “I know.  He told me about it.”” “You’re telling me you talk to that thing?!”

“I mean yeah, we share the same body.  Kinda hard not to if you know what I mean,” he said with a slight smirk.  “But yeah, he told me he actually talked to you earlier.  Said the two of you had a pleasant conversation.”  Y/N threw his phone on the ground and laid back on the bench.  He gripped the barbell overhead.  Wanda watched as he braced his body in preparation to take the heavy weight in his hand.

“I can’t say it was a pleasant conversation,” Wanda told him.  She watched as he struggled to push the barbell up from his chest, his arms shaking under the strain.  It was absolutely mesmerizing to her, the way his entire body worked to move the straining bar up and down.  “Your friend’s not afraid to speak his mind.”

Y/N groaned as he re-racked the weight, feeling the tension release from his body.  “And my mind too, right?”  Wanda stared at him.  She truly had no idea what to say.  “They were pretty filthy things from what he told me.”  The air in the room felt thick as Wanda struggled to breathe.  Memories of Venom’s words echoed in her ears in tandem with Y/N’s.  “And you know what?” he asked rhetorically, pushing himself off the bench and walking toward Wanda.  “He was right about all of it,” he whispered in her ear.

Before Wanda had a moment to respond she found herself swept up in Y/N’s arms as he crushed her to him, slamming his lips against hers.  The sensation of his lips against hers was ecstasy, a feeling driven by pure unadulterated lust.  Her body melted into the feeling of his arms trailing up and down her back.  He gripped her tightly, guiding her backwards until she felt herself bump into a bench.  As she stopped his hands drew down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.

“Here?  Won’t someone see us?” She was the new one on the team and the last thing she wanted was to be caught hooking up with another team member in the gym.

“It’s well after midnight, we’re fine,” he told her as he continued to pull her shirt off.  The room was cool.  A chill ran down Wanda’s spine as Y/N threw her shirt over his shoulder and exposed her bare chest.  “These too,” he coaxed, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants and sliding them down.  Wanda stepped out of them, feeling totally exposed as she stood nude in front of him.  He eyed her greedily, examining each and every inch of her exposed flesh as he ripped off his own shorts and t-shirt.  “Come on,” he said, sitting on an adjustable bench across from where Wanda stood and raising the back of it up.  “Or am I gonna have to do all the work myself?”

The dryness in her mouth stopped any words from coming out.  She watched Y/N sit back on the bench, fully exposed, massaging his throbbing erection as wetness pooled around her inner thighs.  She walked over to him, not taking her eyes off the way his face subtly contorted under his self-induced pleasure.  “Are you ready?” she asked as she straddled his lap, her entrance hovering over him.

“If you don’t hurry up I’m gonna throw you over the bench and have my way with you that way,” he replied through gritted teeth.  Without warning he grabbed Wanda’s hips and slammed her down onto him.  Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden intrusion.  She collapsed forward, resting her head in the crook of his neck, as she adjusted to the feeling of his cock within her.  

“Fuck,” Wanda whimpered.  Her breath was hot against his skin as she whined into his neck.  She grabbed his sides, bracing herself against him and the floor as she adjusted to his size.  He was big, there was no denying that.  But the initial pain gave way to pleasure as her walls stretched around him.

“Come on, Wanda.  Don’t tell me you’re just going to sit there.”  She lifted her head from his neck, looking him in the eye as she firmly grasped his shoulders.  As she sat up straighter, her feet bracing against the floor, she began to rock back and forth.  Y/N dug his nails into her hips.  The sudden jolt of pain threw her off her steady rhythm.

“Oh god,” she moaned as Y/N pushed her hips back and forth at a tempo faster than the one she started.  She followed his movements, eventually regaining control as she used her legs to help her momentum.

“That’s it, Wanda.  You’re doing such a good job.”  His words made her moan.  She picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock as he started to roll his hips in time with her movements.  As they moved in time, Wanda felt the familiar coil building in her belly as he filled her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted as he thrusted upward and hit just the right spot.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Y/N moaned as Wanda’s walls fluttered around him.  She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his.  They stared intently into each other’s eyes, their soft moans echoing throughout the room.  Y/N reached up to capture her lips in his.  He was rough, biting her bottom lip while she gasped into his mouth.  She’d never been with anyone who’d ever been that rough with her before.  She loved it, the way he’d used her to satisfy himself.  It made her feel alive in a way she’d never been.

Wanda continued to ride him, the tension building inside her as she neared her climax.  Her movements became sloppy as she strained to feel him fill all of her.  “I’m close,” she whimpered.  She felt him exhale at her words, his hot breath hitting her face.  Y/N grunted as he drove his hips up harder into her.  Her jaw dropped as involuntary moans escaped her.  In a matter of seconds Wanda felt herself cum on his cock, her walls squeezing around him as her own arousal dripped down her thighs.  She let out a string of Sokovia expletives as she dug her nails into Y/N’s shoulders, pressing her head harder against his.

Y/N groaned as he came inside Wanda, his cock twitching as he released deep within her.  Wanda shuddered at the sensation of being filled.  She felt his cum spurt coat her walls as it dripped down her pussy.  She slowed her hips while the two of them came down from their highs.  “Oh god, that was better than I imagined,” he breathed, cupping her face.  Wanda chuckled, her chest still heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

“That was fun,” she whispered as she wrapped her hands around his neck.  She stared deep into his Y/E/C eyes, basking in their warmth as they shared an intimate moment together.  A strand of his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat.  Wanda giggled as she brushed it back into place.  

“You know, he’s going to want in on the action now,” Y/N remarked.

“He said he’s pretty good with his tongue,” Wanda joked.

“I can’t confirm anything, but he has a big mouth in more than one way.  But he’s never going to let-”

He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps pounding across the floor.  Natasha walked into the gym, completely oblivious to the fact that Wanda was sitting on Y/N’s lap, both of them completely naked, a few meters ahead of her.  Y/N slammed his hand over Wanda’s mouth as she opened it in horror.  His hand muffled her scream as Natasha walked closer to them totally engrossed in her phone.  Wanda frantically looked at Y/N, her eyes wide with fear.  Y/N’s expression was equally as terrified.  Suddenly Wanda raised a hand off his shoulder, red tendrils dancing around her svelte fingers as her eyes began to glow red.  As fast as Natasha had walked into the gym, she turned around and walked back out under a state of hypnosis.

“That was close,” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Natasha was safely out of earshot, dropping his hand from her mouth.  Wanda exhaled, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

“You’re not kidding,” she responded.  “I told you we shouldn’t have done it here.”

“There’s a shower in the locker room,” he growled seductively in her ear.

“Oh really?” Wanda asked rhetorically.  “Why don’t we go check it out?”   

[collectwthme]

[natsarrownecklacx]

Anyone in the mood for a venom Nat fic tonight?

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Nat: Wanda you need a bad girl, you’re too quiet and boring

Wanda: Nat come on I’m happy being boring-

Venom!Y/n bursting through the door covered in blood

Y/n: Don’t ask a single question, we brought pizza, Wanda you look good

Wanda:……You’re so hot

Natasha: Dumbass

Venom!Y/n: Oh, well you’re pretty hot too little witch

Wanda:…..

Venom: She is being shy Y/n, I think she really likes us

Y/n: Hmm, hey Wanda do you want to come and help me get this blood off?

Wanda: Oh, like helping you wash the blood off your body?

Y/n: Well I just meant helping to wash my hair, but I love the way you think, come on witchy let’s get you a sponge ;)

[munariplans]

a favour to fury, pt. 2 | natasha romanoff

synopsis: part 2 based upon this request! or, in which natasha helps venomised!reader get back on her feet after the trauma of the symbiote.

natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader

word count: 4.4k words

warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence

read part 1 here

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up until this point in your life, you had been an avenger for almost a decade, and an agent of SHIELD for even longer. you were confident to say that you had been in your fair share of fights, endured your fair share of pain and struggle. and you had been triumphant in conquesting all of it so far; you had gotten here, after all. 

but at the precise point where your eye met natasha’s fearful, heartbroken ones, at the sight of your body fighting off the symbiote from taking over, you swore there had never been a fight and struggle more personally difficult than the one you were on. 

everything hurt; physically and mentally. the symbiote, venom, as it had introduced itself to you through morbid dreams and voices in your head, was not giving in. it wanted to take over the world, wanted you to take over the world as its host. it wanted to hurt everyone you loved, to get back at fury and norman osborn for all the tests and torture it had put the both of you through. 

and venom was a much stronger opponent than what your spider serum could endure and fight physically. it was inevitable that it could take over your body eventually; you just dearly hoped it didn’t happen when natasha was around. not to mention venom was ruthless and hungry for blood; something which you had no choice but to indulge with the remaining lab workers of oscorp who had unfortunately come in illegally to gather any scraps of tests they could, ever since being banned by fury. 

natasha caught you right as venom was satisfied and retreating into your body. 

it’s her. more. more blood. “no,” you groaned, begging venom, “please, no, not her.” 

natasha carefully sidestepped the bodies, fighting hard to control the bile that had gathered in her throat. it was an abhorrent sight for a pregnant woman to see and go through. “i’m here, baby, please, talk to me.”

why can’t we eat her, too? in my planet, we eat the ones we love. “natasha, i’m not joking around. get away from me.” 

but then natasha’s touch met venom, the suit that had enveloped your body, and you shouted in fear of what was to come.

nothing came. venom somehow remained frozen. you took the opportunity to speak to venom, “please, if there is one person that we cannot hurt, no matter what, please let it be her, okay? i don’t care what you put me through to get to the others. just. not. her.”

we have a deal. venom retreated, leaving a shivering husk of the person you were to natasha. but it was enough; as she immediately embraced you and brought your head to her chest, crying at the mere appearance of you returning to normal. 

but you knew your relief was short-lived. you held onto natasha then, shaking your head at her coming in to save you. you couldn’t be saved, you knew. “you know as well as i do that this is a trap, nat. why…you cannot be here alone, with me.”

“can i not be alone with my own wife?” the sadness in her voice made you shut your eyes and look away. you couldn’t believe this new reality was real. “even if this was a trap, even if it’s the end of the world, it doesn’t matter. i just want to be with you.”

there were no words to describe the mixture of happiness and sadness in your mind. natasha helped you to your feet, whispering words of affirmation as she slowly guided you away from the bodies, away from everything. “let's just get you home. we’ll figure it all out at home. i just…i need you home.”

but you were weaker than she expected, and not wanting to burden her poor body with additional weight of yours, you slumped off just as you felt your legs give way. unfortunately, you tripped in doing so, and to the horrible luck of the both of you, triggered the fire alarm. 

you immediately screamed as venom fought for control in its sufferance of the high-frequency pitch. hands flying to cover your ears, natasha nearly fell back as venom’s tendrils appeared to fight in staying inside your host body. it was as if the sound was forcing the symbiote out. oh. 

you were crawling away, further and further from natasha, because the symbiote was not only screaming in your ears, it was also furious that the alarm had been triggered. kill. natasha. 

“it’s not her! it’s not…her fault…!” you screamed back, desperate to get as far away as you could from your own wife. natasha almost had half a mind to use her widow bites to get you back, but she knew it was for her own safety also that she stayed where she were. you wouldn’t have wanted her to interfere.

but fuck your wishes. she needed to save you, first. 

however, right as she took another step forward, the glass window next to her shattered, and in a mess of red and blue colours, she was swept off of her feet, and suddenly swinging through the air. she would have been screaming in fear if she hadn’t recognised the familiar swinging patterns. it was precisely your pattern that you had taught peter parker. the material of the suit that she was clinging on to was the nanotechnology you had designed for him. 

peter had come to save her first. 

–

“mrs. romanoff, are you okay?” peter could have stuck the landing a little better, but the concern he had for her reminded her just of yours. he checked her body for injuries, and when he found none, visibly calmed. 

she ignored her own fears, and pushed him for answers. “where were you? where were the rest?! why did you leave her in there on her own?”

“who…?” peter had never looked more confused. 

it was then that natasha realised the rest of the team had no idea what oscorp had been doing to you all this while. and as peter explained that he had felt his spider senses tingling when he was swinging by the area, he also mentioned that there was a direct order from fury for the rest of them to evacuate that night. they had no choice but to comply. 

he brought her to tony’s place upon her request. tony called for the rest of the team to come immediately. it nearly sent her to tears explaining your situation. 

“why didn’t fury tell us…?” clint, a longtime friend, was even more frustrated than anyone else. he knew all too well what it was like to not have his body under his mind’s control. loki had taken that away from him once before.

and clint grew even more angry, but not angrier than the woman herself, at fury’s revelation that he had wanted to trap natasha there with you as a last-ditch effort to get the symbiote calm enough to come out. it had happened in the containment cell, he had hoped it would happen again in the compound. natasha couldn’t believe his incredulity. 

steve had to hold her back from killing him with her own bare hands. 

– 

we are all you need. your suit had once been the representation of the best parts of yourself. the representation that, once you donned it on, you were an avenger, and you had the ability to save those who couldn't save themselves. that you were doing good by the world.

now, you were trapped in a suit that was once your pride and joy, morphed with a symbiote that was rapidly changing, and corrupting, the way your body and mind functioned. a suit that, in its pursuit to destroy the fire alarm that was triggered, had almost destroyed every part of the compound that rang the alarm through as well. 

now, you were all alone in a place you once called home. they’re not coming back. it is, and always will be, just us. 

– 

clint was the last one to hug natasha goodbye, while the rest of the team suited up in preparation to go back to the compound. “just like a normal mission. we’ll get her back, we’ll get your wife back.”

natasha worried that the last time she was barred from a mission entirely, you had come back within an inch of death. and that too, was because of her own actions.

“hey,” clint seemed to have read her thoughts, “it’s not your fault, okay? you can’t blame yourself for this. all you can do, is take care of yourself, and your baby. and we’ll do our part as the avengers, and her family, to bring her back.”

she hugged clint even tighter, tearfully asking him to promise on his words. he interlaced his pinky finger with hers. 

– 

clint was also the one who managed to find you first; you had strapped yourself in the very same containment cell where fury and osborn had conducted their tests, the access locked to prevent, or at the very least, slow down, venom’s transformation. 

the archer had never seen you look so deathly pale and thin. “hey, spider.”

he was careful with his words. you looked up at him, eyes never leaving his. clint continued, “we know what’s going on. and we’re sorry…that we couldn’t help you sooner.”

you frowned at his words, before a resigned, disappointed look took over your features. “you left me. all of you did.”

“we didn’t know.”

“it doesn’t matter,” the restraints began shaking, “none of you cared. none of you are ever on my side. not when i was on the brink of divorce with natasha, not when i was enduring her verbal abuse trying to get pregnant, not even when i needed you most. what makes the situation now different?”

clint tried the lock on the door. “that’s not…that’s not true.”

“you say that, but does your heart know the lies your tongue spat? your actions speak louder than words, clint.”

it was fury who pulled clint back, trying the lock again. this time, he was brave enough to look you in the eye, and ordered, “unlock this door.”

“you’ll die if you come in here.”

“then i deserve to die for what i have done to you. unlock this door, we have a cure for you. or even so, unlock this door and let me repent for my wrongs.”

we don’t need to be cured. we are not sick. you clenched your fist, the restraints barely holding venom’s outburst of anger. but you deserved a shot of being normal again, you deserved at least that, you thought, as you told fury the location of the keys. 

he then came close enough to where you were, ignoring the symbiote suit that had formed around yourself, and bravely reached out a hand. it took all it had in you to prevent venom from biting his hand off. 

he held your jaw, you leaned into his touch willingly. it was the first human interaction you had had in so long. fury was your closest friend. you could trust him. 

but then, he said, “and i’m so sorry for this.”

clint had slammed a button above, and instantly, the loudest, highest-pitched, sound burst into your eardrums. fury had placed the device right as he held your face. 

the cries that tore from your throat made clint look away for a brief moment in despair, letting fury out as he locked the cell again after. you writhed against your own restraints, venom broke free easily, but as the tendrils exploded into the viewing panel again, threatening to break the glass, natasha’s call came in.

“baby, can you hear me?” you were still screaming, despite her voice cutting through the high-pitched noise. “it’s me. can you listen to me? focus on me? let the symbiote fight its way out, all you have to do is focus on my voice.”

“can’t…” you panted. your body felt like it was on fire.

the symbiote’s suit was peeling off of you, the tiny tendrils now hanging free from your body and desperately grasping to hold on. “yes, you can. i know you can. you’re the strongest person i know, darling. such an amazing avenger, an amazing superhero.”

the pitch got higher. the pain of venom clinging on only got more excruciating. more of the symbiote was being pulled off of you. “you are so good to me, and to everyone else around you, you know? the best friend to fury, the smartest brain against tony’s, the kindest mentor to peter.”

you were going to die. you were absolutely sure of it. somewhere, your spider senses had returned, feeling peter barging into the room and pulling something away from you. “and the best partner you are to me. loving me at my worst, sticking by me at my best. and you are going to be an even better parent, for our little one. you have to fight this, my love, you have to see your child being born. i…i have to see you again.”

peter’s hands grabbed you. when your eyes opened again, you saw him physically removing the remaining parts of the symbiote. you could see your old suit colours again. “i’ll be waiting for you at home, my love. come home to me, will you?”

you grabbed the last of the symbiote off of you then, tearing it off with a final scream as peter caught it mid-air, stuffing it back into the container it came from. 

he caught you as you fell, removing his mask as he cried out your name. it was the first time he had saved someone so close to him. nothing had ever hit as close to home as this. 

– 

it took close to a week for the doctors to fully nurse you back to health, another two for the physical therapy needed, and two final weeks that you were kept under their close supervision in your recovery. natasha stayed by your side throughout. 

SHIELD’s lawyers estimated a few years before suing oscorp would be successful. you wanted to save them the hassle by accepting norman’s generous payout, natasha wasn’t so kind. 

dr. cho suggested a full year of therapy before you could return to active duty. you were reluctant to miss out on so much. natasha was adamant in preventing you from choosing otherwise. 

she reminded you, everyday since you regained consciousness in the hospital bed, that she was going to be there for you, whether you liked it or not. you had tried convincing her otherwise, that you were giving her the option to leave you, to find someone better, someone who wasn’t a failure and could be an actual partner and parent of her child, but your response had only been met with teary eyes and a slap to your wrist that you knew was her being gentle. had you been in full health, she would have punched you in the face. 

you endured her helping to wash your face, her changing your clothes, her feeding you, and her waiting for you to fall asleep before she did, throughout those painful weeks. natasha thought your stone cold reaction to all that was only normal, and her love never changed for you. 

she didn’t know you only cried when she went home in those rare occurrences where the team had forced her to, and someone was placed to watch over you. 

she didn’t know you screamed and cried when someone else tried feeding you, or changing your clothes. she didn’t know you tried begging fury to bar her from coming back until you were well enough to take care of yourself again. 

or at least you thought she didn’t know. 

but natasha had always known you struggled to let your own facade fall in front of anyone. that you always thought being there for others gave you the perfect excuse not to let others be there for you too. 

and she knew it was time for her to be the shoulder you leant on for support. 

—

“i know this is hard for you,” she said as she massaged your fingers one day. you had always been doing it for her since the start of her pregnancy, “all of this.” 

you hated how it was hard to even grip a fork well enough to feed yourself now. the symbiote had ruined your nervous system. 

natasha held your face now. you flinched; the last time someone did, you had been in the most excruciating pain of your life.  “but you need to know i love you. and i’m not going anywhere. by default your son is too. we’re here for you, but you need to let us in. you need to let us be here for you.” 

the woman watched you shut your eyes in anger, shaking your head, before tears began streaming down your face. your hand was trying to hold hers then, the grip faint, but strong enough to let natasha know. she held it back tightly. “i…don’t know how.” 

“lay it all out to me. tell me everything that’s bothering you. cry if you need to. i’m your wife, baby, you can cry in front of me. nothing is going to change my love for you.” 

“but this is all my fault. my mistakes. i caused you so much pain, and fear, and trouble. i can’t let you be the one to pick up my pieces. it’s too much.”

“but you’ve always picked up my broken pieces. since day one.” 

you had wanted to say it’s different, or i would’ve gladly done it all over again and more, but you knew the answers to those responses would have been it’s not so different and the feeling is mutual. 

natasha’s hair was a bit of a mess then. she hadn’t had the chance to comb and braid it ever since she had been shuffling back and forth for her appointments, settling things for your return home, and being there for you through it all. yet, she still looked like the most beautiful woman alive to you. 

but you still wanted to make her feel better, obviously. “c-can i braid your hair? while i try…to tell you what i feel?” 

the warm, shy smile that she sported reminded you of all the reasons why you had fallen so hard for her. “of course.” 

she sat up from her spot beside you. you carefully picked up the two rubber bands she gave you, brushing and arranging her hair to form the foundations for her braids. 

with your fingers in her hair, natasha heard you finally admit, “i hate myself. i hated everything about myself, except for my abilities, and my job. they helped me stay sane, reminded me that i was useful, and contributing to this world. they helped ground me when my own head convinced me i deserved everything i’ve lost and faked my way through everything i’ve earned. venom took everything of that away from me.” 

your hands began tying her hair. “you’re all i have left now. but in there, while i was under its control, all i could remember was how badly i treated you, when you were in your first few weeks of pregnancy. it reminded me just how shit of a person i was to the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

then, natasha felt your head against her spine. “it reminded me that i was nothing without you, nat.” 

then, your head shook as you took in a shaky, choked up breath. “right after, it cruelly reminded me that i didn’t deserve you too. that by losing all control, i was pushing you away and hurting you, and our baby. and that if i tried letting you in, i would just be dragging you down with me.” 

“so i had to be strong. i had to rely on myself, i had to go through this myself. i deserved this. i didn’t deserve you.” 

there was silence. the beeping from your heart rate machine the only noise in the room, natasha finally held your hand with hers after you finished her braids, and placed it on her belly. she leaned back into your touch, and while you flinched at the physical contact, still in fear that you could hurt her, she was insistent. 

finally, you felt two strong, consecutive kicks against her belly, and natasha sucked in a breath. “he likes to kick when you’re around. and it hurts sometimes, but your voice calms him down. he knows.”

“...knows what?”

“that you’re safe. that your presence means he’s safe, and i’m safe. he can get excited, but he knows he’s in good hands when you’re here with me. our son trusts you even before he’s gotten to know you, baby.”

natasha could feel your pout, and held your hand tighter. “so don’t you say that you are not enough, or that you don’t deserve any good things in this world, because you do. i wasn’t lying when i called you in there, you know? it wasn’t some master ploy or trick fury had gotten me to do, calling you. you really are a wonderful person, the best partner and parent you can ever be. the symbiote must have known too. i know now it feels a little hopeless, and you’re a little bit lost, but that was how i felt when i first joined SHIELD, and the avengers. and you were there for me through it all. so now it’s your turn to be a little helpless and lost, and you’ve taught me that it’s perfectly fine to be, because now it’s also my turn to love you through it all.”

“i’ve got you, baby,” she said finally, feeling the wetness of your tears on the base of her neck. 

–

natasha rubbed comforting circles on your back on the first day that the team welcomed you home; the compound now rebuilt and repaired from what had happened previously before. you still struggled to look past the traumatic events there, but her touch helped you focus on the smiles on your friends’ faces then, as you nodded and accepted their welcome. 

she offered to write down what you had wanted to say in your paperwork, when your hand began to ache and the pain from the damage to your nervous system returned on late nights. in those moments, your brain worked faster than your hands, which led to frustrated sighs and temple rubbing coming from your end. natasha knew it was her cue to help you out in those moments. she knew you so well. 

in return, you would get up minutes later to fix her a warm drink, fingernails digging into your palms at the anger you had for yourself. she would demand those hands to be holding her throughout, to at least not allow yourself to hurt your own hands. you thanked her by always massaging her swollen feet later; one of the few things you could still do well. 

natasha ran you warm baths and coaxed you to take them with her after your therapy sessions, allowing you to wash her hair and worship her body as she provided a space for you to talk about your feelings during the session. she didn’t know how much they helped take the burden off your back. 

and of course, natasha fought for you to return to mentoring peter, even when you weren’t confident in your abilities anymore. she convinced you he would benefit from more than just physical training, but also a strong support system in his personal life as well. and now that you were off of missions for a while, you had the time to be around for him. 

the first day you prepared to pick the boy up from school, tony teased you that she was getting you to practise parenting, but you didn’t seem to mind. 

– 

you had thought peter would be a little embarrassed, at being picked up at such an age. god knows how you felt when you were his age and fury made sure that you got to the compound straight after school, all those years ago. to be safe, you parked your car a little out of the way of the high school, but peter had waved to you the moment he was out, excitedly introducing you to his friends, ned and MJ, as he saw you climb out. 

you took him to lunch, spending a few hours asking how he was finding the web slinging and schoolwork balance, and subsequently scolding him a little, as he admitted he had been prioritising the latter a little less since he became an avenger. 

and at the end of the day, when you brought him back to the compound to help him with his homework, you thought back about just how young he was. it would’ve been unfair to have subjected him to the symbiote. you would’ve felt much more guilty knowing he had to go through what you went through. he’s just a kid. you didn’t make a mistake taking the symbiote in. 

“what was it like?” he cut through your thoughts, putting his pen down. “in there? inside the symbiote?”

you took a while to think about your answer, ultimately deciding to be honest. “physically, i was only in pain when the symbiote got angry and wanted to hurt people. but mentally, i was drained all the time. it was corrupting me from the inside; telling me my greatest fears and instigating me to do just what i swore i never would do to anyone when i took the avengers’ oath. it was…not a fun experience.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, before shrugging. “i never would’ve been able to do what you did.”

“i pray you never have to go through what i went through.”

“but it’s…part of the job, right? of being, us?”

you wanted to correct him, or even lie, that he could possibly avoid such situations, but you knew that when push comes to shove, it really was. you only hoped he had a natasha of his own when his time came. 

“if it does happen to you…something like this…you need to be ready to let go, i guess. to have someone to lean on, to have someone love you like…natasha loved me. that was the only way i managed to survive.”

“lucky you, huh?”

you smiled, thinking of your wife then. “yes, lucky me.” 

[geekcavepodcast]

Black Widow Becomes Symbiote Hero in "Black Widow: Venomous"

Marvel Comics has announced a new one-shot following Black Widow and her new symbiote, which she received in Al Ewing and Torunn Grønbekk's 2023 Venom series. Black Widow: Venomous is written by Erica Schultz and drawn by Luciano Vecchio. The comic will set up Black Widow for Marvel Comics' upcoming "Venom War" event.

"Natasha Romanoff, the infamous spy known as the Black Widow, didn’t go looking to bond with an alien symbiote. But a good spy works with all the tools available to her, and when one of the most powerful and versatile weapons in the universe lands in your lap… you take it. Now, she just needs to figure out how to work with a weapon with its own drives and desires." (Marvel Comics)

Black Widow: Venomous #1, featuring a cover by Leirix, goes on sale on July 31, 2024.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Cover of Black Widow: Venomous #1)

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