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Title: The Oversight [Part 7/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 7200

Warnings: Blood, (a lot of blood) Gun violence, childhood trauma, a shoot out, murder, and horrible grammar.

[A/n: This is it!! I wanted to thank everyone so beyond much for sticking with this story. I do suck at endings, so I'm sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations (I'm also writing this after the worst case of covid I've ever had). I'm more than happy to continue reader and Nat's story in some oneshots if you want to request some!]

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Sheets of warm spring rain soaked into your clothes. Despite its tepid temperature, you were chilled to the bone. By the time you had taken Ronnie from her car seat in the back and coaxed a drowsy Darcy from the front seat, there was no dry part of you. A light wind had picked up and you were positive that your skin was pale, cold. Your lips are blue and shaking. It felt right to knock.

It was Yelena who answered the door, and she did so sparingly. It was just a crack at first, letting out a stream of golden light that caught the storm in its clutches. Then it was flung open entirely, and you had to squint against the brightness.

Darcy had a good grip on Ronnie’s hand, blinking away the last of her exhaustion as she started into the massive foyer and the house that was built around it. Yelena wore a bubblegum pink robe that was fuzzy. It looked warm. Her collarbone was littered in a smattering of blue and purple bruises. She dragged the two ends together to cover her skin.

“Y/n, it’s late.”

You were well aware of what time it was. This was Yelena’s odd way of asking if you were okay. She stepped to the side and allowed the three of you to enter, sopping wet. That was a good sign. Despite her abrasiveness, Natasha’s sister had more than one soft spot. One was for Kate, another for you, and even a small one for Clint.

“Holy shit…” Darcy whispered.

“It’s impressive, no?”

Yelena frowned, glancing up to the second level. The hall light flicked on, and you knew that Natasha had stirred. You’d awoken the dragon, not something that you were against doing. It felt stupid to have the worry of Ronnie being here in the back of your mind. This was an emergency situation.

Your heart started to pound faster and you shivered into yourself when she appeared at the top of the stairs. There was worry in her fern-colored stare. Why were you there? Why was your misfit family with you? It was late.

None of those questions came with Natasha, however. Instead, she wrapped you in her warm embrace. Your skin was frigid against her own, damp with the brutal attention of the storm. She had no objections to letting you sink into her embrace, wetting her pajamas.

“Dorogaya, chto sluchilos'?”

You pulled back, her fingers still digging into your waist. Yelena had been teaching you Russian, though you only picked up on a few words a time, you understood exactly the tone of her voice. “Carol… she was waiting for me at home.”

A hardness returned to her stare as she glanced at Ronnie who was overly interested in the tile pattern of the floor, and Darcy who was trying to work the pressure from her head with small touches to her nose.

“Did she hurt you?” her voice was a low growl “any of you?”

You shook your head. “Drugged Darcy, but it seems to be wearing off. Ronnie is alright. Carol said she was a friend and shit, Nat, I taught her about stranger danger, but she came straight to the door. I didn’t prepare her for anything like that.”

Yelena had wandered in her silent, cat-like way. She seemed to spawn back into the foyer with warm towels that felt like heaven against your skin. Your fingers were numb along with your emotions. Carol had entered your home. She entered your home.

This fact seemed to sink into Natasha’s bones. While she still held a strong grip on your shoulders there was a certain type of anger that edged through her from top to bottom. A storm brewed behind her eyes and threatened to shatter her cool confidence.

“Lena,” the word broke against her tongue “Will you please take Ronnie and Darcy to a guest room upstairs. I’m sure they’re exhausted.”

There was no objection from any party. You were once again left alone with Natasha, a charged feeling in the air that pulled the two of you together. She pressed her forehead against yours, breath warm on your collarbone.

“I’m going to kill her.”

“Nat,”

“I am. I don’t have another choice. There are clear lines that can’t be crossed and she just cut every single one of them.” Natasha hurriedly pushed strands of wet hair behind your ears, clearing your eyes. “She did this as a statement.”

“And if it’s a trap?”

“It most certainly is, darling, but that won’t stop us from walking into it.”

Very carefully, you thought about your next words, your next actions. It was easy to throw Natasha off, despite her resolute standing when she made a final decision. You felt her body pressed against yours, innate in its comfort and warmth. It would make you ache if she pulled away.

The words came out as a whisper “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

She attempted to step back, but your hands were tight against the silk of her robe. You held her there and she didn’t resist the tension. It was the first time you had really studied your own hands. They were different, entirely so, from those that serviced strangers at the diner.

There were soft bubblegum pink scars on your palms, and harder, darker ones on your knuckles from the countless hours you’d leaned into the pain of each punch. Natasha’s shoulder against the sand-filled bag as she stood against the strength you mustered.

A bruise from the last time you’d entered the shooting range bubbled under the surface of your palm, and it was this that Natasha stared at the hardest as you gripped her with an intensity she had yet to see.

“Did I ever tell you about my second foster father?” You asked, having released your hold, but keeping your hand splayed on her chest. You weren’t sure if you were holding her steady, or yourself. She shook her head. “Deputy Sheriff Edwards. He was a high school quarterback in Minnesota before he blew out his knee and would never let you forget it.

“And mostly… mostly he was a good guy. But, he worked long hours and had a mean streak that would show itself after a beer or two. If he had more, it was worse. He’d stumble in and find one of us kids to go out for shooting practice in the acreage behind the house.”

Natasha swallowed thickly and clenched her eyes shut for a moment. She hadn’t asked you about your familiarity with a gun and considered it a small blessing that you didn’t’ shy away from the weapon. Not only that, but you were quite nearly an expert shot once you got over the nervous familiarization.

“Locking the bedroom door, it worked sometimes, but not always. I had to pick and choose the nights when I wasn’t up for it. Usually in the winter. Minnesota gets cold, below freezing when the sun goes down behind the horizon. So cold that it burns your lungs to breathe, and you have to force your eyes open.

“Deputy Sheriff Edwards, when he couldn’t have me, he would go for my foster brother Andrew. I could hear the pistol going off, over and over again for hours. There was a distinct change in sound when the bullet actually hit the tin cans and it was… that night it was scarce. When you missed- when you missed, he got angrier.”

Natasha let out a shaky breath and pressed her forehead against yours. She was impossibly comforting, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around her and bury your nose in the small of her neck to stave off the cold. But you had to make her understand that you could handle this.

“That night, Andrew missed one too many cans and each shot was pockmarked by a hit to the temple. It was right outside my bedroom window, and the snow, the snow makes everything so much louder.” It was you that pulled in a desperate breath this time, greedy and hungry “a boy can only take so much before he aims the gun at something other than a can and pulls the trigger.”

She had reached up and used her thumb to wipe away a tear you didn’t know you shed, spreading it against your cheek. “Malysh, I can’t bare to put you through more pain.”

“That’s not your choice to make,” you whispered back, reaching up and wrapping your fingers gently around her wrist. “Whether you like it or not, Nat, you’ve spent the last six months training me to be the protector that you’ve needed. It would be a crime not to have me by your side through this, after she came into my home and threatened my family. This anger, this rage, will do nothing but serve us.”

Natasha let out a watery chuckle, “alright, Summer Sentient, stay on my six.”

There was a shed at the edge of Natasha’s large property that you rarely entered. There were too many memories attached to the location. The first time you had opened the door and clocked the coloring of the floor and the coolness of the structure, you knew that it wasn’t a place you wanted to return often.

When you had first stirred months ago with your arms tied behind your back, your mouth fuzzy and tasting of blood- it was here that they had taken you. Through your exhaustive haze, you figured it was a larger place, a storage unit or even an airplane hanger at the edge of a runway. Instead, it was a simple one-room shed that was kept ice cold and made to look infinite through mental manipulation and large intense lights.

Kate Bishop seemed to sense your simple unease and moved to help your fumbling fingers with the gun holster that was secured around your chest. Like always, Natasha organized a united front and a pep talk before going into a situation that none of you could truly prepare for.

“It’s going to be okay, you know” Kate murmured after she fastened the buckle, clapping you on the shoulder. Her eyes lingered on Natasha, on Yelena as the two of them spoke in hushed voices near a small counter that you hadn’t realized was there in the dark.

“Am I that easy to read?”

“Like an open book. It’s obvious how much you care for one another, and nothing is obvious with this family.” Kate moved to the other side of you, you tracked her with your eyes. Clint, in turn, watched the two of you interact from his perched spot near the far wall. “It took two years for Yelena to show any type of affection towards me.”

“Jesus Christ, I know she’s stoic, but shit.”

“Shit is right. I was head over heels for her within the first week. Mind you, I was suffering severe trauma and thrown into something much beyond myself. But I chipped away at her overtime, wore her down until she was comfortable enough telling me what she feels. But with the Romanoff’s, it’s not just about what they feel. It’s how they feel.”

You lifted both of your eyebrows at her. Kate handed you the jacket that was draped over a nearby chair, you toyed with it in your hands, moved your fingers over the brass buttons. It was much too warm in here to put on yet.

“Natasha is one of the scariest people I have ever met and It’s not because of her dripping ledger. It has everything to do with how much she cares. And she cares about you, y/n. It’s why she’s so reluctant to bring you along to something like this. To the end.”

“Thank you, Kate. For leading me through all of this.”

“Anytime, y/n. Can’t have you dying on us, can we?”

The plan was simple; there was no plan. A deal was supposed to met in a quick and clean way. Much like the restaurant, Natasha just needed you to simply be there to back her up. There was neutral ground at the edge of the shipyard that was far away enough from the unassuming population. Carol had agreed to meet there; tentatively.

There was something so civil and political about a business that was saturated in black sticky blood. You had a jarring feeling that tonight would be it for you, the moment of no return. Once you entered in a united front behind Natasha, your life would never be the same.

You didn’t want it to be.

Natasha Romanoff drove you absolutely wild, but had a way of calming that storm all the same. Though she’d never allow it, you would take bullets for her. But, you’d also take bullets for the little girl that you struggled to confront now.

The leather binding against your chest suddenly felt too stuffy. You’d often hid it behind the guise of a jacket or slid it into your glovebox before you trudged up the rickety stairs to your apartment. Now it was hugged as tightly as Kate could get it, pinching the fabric of your shirt.

Ronnie had looked up from the book she’d curled up with at the end of the sofa. She stared at it with quiet eyes. Everything she did was quiet but this time it felt more judge mental than usual. Natasha sidled up behind you, one ringed hand pressing calmly into the small of your back.

“Remember what I told you on the Ferris Wheel?” Natasha asked.

“She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

“Mm,” Natasha gave you a soft kiss behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I know that look. She wants to talk.”

The mafia boss gave you a little shove forward before making herself comfortable leaning against the doorframe that you had just vacated. She was begrudgingly right. Veronica had scooted over deliberately and given you room next to her.

Ronnie allowed you to get comfortable next to her, running her small fingers over the leather of the holster. You stopped her before she could reach the sheathed weapon, gently lowering both of your hands to your lap.

“Natasha?”

The woman stood up straighter, looking into the expectant eyes of your daughter. She patted the empty seat on the other side of her and you watched as your girlfriend struggled not to flounder under the weight of the request. Eventually she joined the two of you on the couch, nervously twisting the closest ring around her finger.

“I’m not stupid” Ronnie said.

You frowned “No one said you were stupid, baby.”

Your daughter was glowering at you. It took years to read her facial expressions, but the one that was on her features now was loud and clear. “You can’t come home with bruises like that and expect me not to notice.”

You blinked at her dumbly. Yes, kids were perceptive, Ronnie more than others. But no part of you wanted to expose you to the life you’d been thrown in. Guilt was weighing down Natasha’s shoulders, she glanced at you sheepishly.

“You weren’t supposed to join the mob. I know why you did it, though.”

Good god, she was smart. Smarter than you’d ever give her credit for. Everyone wants to believe that their child is special but there was a certain pride in your chest that rivaled your fear. She pulled her little hand from yours and placed it on the spine of the book.

She seemed to lose interest in you altogether and turned her attention to Natasha. “Don’t let her get hurt.”

“I…Are you giving me the shovel talk?”

“I don’t know what that means, just make sure my mom’s okay.”

Natasha swallowed the dryness in her mouth, it was nearly audible. “You don’t have to worry about that, kid. I promise.”

There was an innate fear coiled in the center of your stomach, and the cacophony of footfalls against weathered docks did nothing to ease your pitfall of feelings. Clint towered over you in height, walking with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets to ward off the chill of the summer wind.

Kate and Yelena stalked behind you both, their shoulders hunched, their conversation a hushed whisper. Six docks altogether led into one hexagon platform, that at one point, must have held a fair much like the one you attended in the early summer.

From the other stretch of docking came five others. Their silhouettes were fuzzy, black against the night sky. Carol held herself with a confidence that rivaled Natasha’s. You could make out Monica amongst the crowd, a man that you’d seen around town that you were sure went by the name Fury; particular to his deeply embedded rage.

A circle of wood in the center of the land stood between the two groups like a buffer. Hands were on guns, puffs of air streaming into the lone portlights drilled into soft wood. The scent of the sea itself seemed to assuage you into flexing your fingers, the salt in the air made everything feel filmy and frigid.

It was Carol who spoke first. Her voice was carried by the wind. “I must admit, I didn’t expect you to call a meeting like this.”

“You violate my trust as if it’s nothing Miss Danvers. It’s clear you wanted to invoke something other than a slap on the wrist.”

“Well, there’s been talk around town that you’ve become smitten with your little pet project. Forgive me for wanting to test the theory myself. If the big bad Romanoff sisters are going soft, don’t you think I should know about it?”

Yelena shifted behind you and in turn, so did Monica. No one reached for their weapon, though you itched from the inside out. Natasha even lift an eyebrow at the statement.

“You wanted to discuss the Maroni property. I’m willing to sell, but only with the proper conditions.”

Clint had sat you down a few weeks after your first excursion. The two of you sat at the end of the very diner that you had quit. You never really tried the food but could stomach the fries- even admit to yourself that they were the best in town for their price point. The Maroni property was nothing more than a vacant lot, but it held more than that. It would make Carol the owner of 60% of the town instead of the meager 50% that split everything equally.

If there was any objection to her offer, no one would show it. Peace of mind would not be worth giving up her hold, but you were. Yelena could kick her frustrations out at home later, Clint and Kate were none the wiser to do anything but trust blindly; and you were right there with them.

“And what conditions are those?”

“The same conditions our parents have abided by all these years. There’s an honor in what we do and what we control and when you start crossing lines like the ones you did last night, you pour gasoline on an already raging fire.”

Carol tasked and took a step forward. This time the handle of your gun was in your palm. You held your stance. “So poetic, Natasha. You have been since grade school. I’ll take the land, but you’re mistaken if you think I’ll pay full price.”

Natasha clenched her jaw, her eyes darting to the rolling darkness of the sea. The waves were crashing violently against the wooden support beams. There were whitecaps miles from the shore and a storm was brewing that you could almost taste.

“Seventy-five. I won’t go any lower.”

“Alright, Seventy-five.”

Carol stuck her hand out over the circular center of the docks. It was a show of good faith, but your palm grew slick with sweat. You watched her with more care than you ever have before. Clint was rigid with tension, and you could practically hear Kate breathe nervously behind you.

Eventually, Natasha took the woman’s hand. She held it for a moment before leaning closer, whispering something that you couldn’t’ hear over the screeching of the waves. You could, however, see Carols face shaded by the port lights. The golden yellow color enveloped the stark coldness in her stare, the anger that flashed behind hazel irises.

When the gunshot sounded, Natasha’s back was to Carol and those who flanked her sides. It was such a quiet and muted sound that made your ears ring, but it was also a familiar sound. One that flashed back to that snowy night in Minnesota, the spray of pulpy blood on the startlingly white snow.

When Andrew had pulled the trigger, he looked Sheriff Deputy Edwards in the eyes and you had always wondered if the fear cut through the haze of alcohol that night. The split second where the bullet left the chamber, was there penance to be made? He’d dropped to his knees and let out a choking sound that you heard through the paned glass windows.

There wasn’t a wall of insulation, and wood, and glass to garble the sound of the gunshot that rang out tonight. The waves seemed to swallow up your own scream and the commotion that stretched into being.

Carol had waited until Natasha broke the handshake and turned away before she fired her weapon. Something so strong and ever-present was dropped to the sun-bleached wood in a matter of moments. Natasha didn’t make a sound.

“Get down!” Clint yelled next to you.

You caught the anger in Monica’s stare, the way that Carol had moved her target from Natasha, directly to you. At this specific point, with Natasha crumpled at your feet and the woman who had pulled the trigger sneering at you, was when something snapped within you.

A good shot, you had always been a good shot. Not only that, but you’d been efficient too. Clint had given up trying to drag you away and instead made quick work of those that were backing Carol. Kate and Yelena were gone; in the throws of darkness, into hand to hand combat. It left you alone with the woman that made everyone cower in fear.

Natasha’s blood had sopped onto your shoes. Tears threatened to well up in your eyes. She wasn’t breathing. You couldn’t tell if she was breathing. She had curled into herself and hidden her face from you and while you wanted to pull her into your arms at this very moment; that wasn’t possible.

An ongoing war was raging around you. Gunfire and screaming, and oddly enough, the pungent scent of fire. Carol watched, confident in her protection. She smiled at you, a wolfish and inhuman grin.

“Now, you can’t tell me this hasn’t changed your perspective.” She said, sweeping her arms out as if this were her kingdom- as if this chaos, this reign of gunfire and screams amongst the people you loved, was what she wanted all along.

“It has,” you raised your gun, pointing it directly to her chest. To her credit, she didn’t flinch. “I just watched you shoot a woman in the back. What’s noble about that?”

She cackled “Noble? That’s the problem with you Romanoff’s, there is nothing noble about this business. To win, you have to play dirty. To win you can’t be afraid to take what you want, and I can’t exactly do that through handshakes and good will. Can I?”

“I suppose not, but how are they supposed to trust you, hm? All of those you’ve promised the world to, the ones fighting for your wellbeing as we speak?”

“I would never betray them.”

“Oh, now, I don’t believe that.”

She frowned at you and readjusted her hold on her gun. In any other world, she would have fired her gun by now, but there was something deep within Carol that had been curious about you. About how Natasha seemed to soften around your presence. Still, she didn’t understand, but she wanted it all the same.

Her finger adjusted on the trigger. You watched every movement she made. There was another, calmer, war in her mind. She could kill you right here if she wanted to, but you couldn’t tell if she did or not.

Natasha let out a wounded noise at your feet; a wet choking sound as she struggled to pull air into her lungs. Carol lifted both eyebrows and glanced down at her. “You can save her or kill me. I don’t think you’re quick enough to do both.”

Kate let out a guttural scream from further down the dock that was followed by two more blows and flashes from a gun. Most of Carols lackeys had been incapacitated in one way or another. You clocked Clint’s trembling form as he kneeled between two dark masses. You couldn’t see Yelena, couldn’t’ even hear her, but she leaned into her silence, her rage.

By the time your eyes had met with Carol’s once more, she had made her choice. She pressed further down on the trigger, and in your blind edge of confidence you fired first. Both bullets were aimed at her stomach, and both hit their mark before her single shot found it’s way to your shoulder.

The pain shot through your arm, down the numbness of your fingers. A deep sound escaped the back of your throat. The force of the blast nearly brought you to your knees. Nearly. You’d felt the heat of the bullet rip through the gore of your shoulder- enter and exit in a clean way that would hiss in pain later, but it was no match for the adrenaline.

Carol let out a groan, one that bubbled with pain. You kicked her weapon away from her, letting it slide against the wooden dock. She blinked up at you dumbly, her hands pressing against the slowly growing crimson spot in the center of her stomach.

The color dripped from the wound on your shoulder, over the silver of the casing. A singular drop of red succumbed to the pull of gravity and landed against the smooth expanse of Carol’s collarbone. When she grinned, her teeth were stained with rust.

“Tell me, Carol, what do you see?” You pulled back the hammer, ignoring her sloppy chuckles and the frothy blood that foamed past her lips. “A broken waitress, or a trained killer?”

“Now you’re getting it…” she swallowed thickly, trying to quell the pain “It’s all about perspective.”

You pulled the trigger for a third, and final time that night. You were so trusting in your aim that you refused to look when you administered the final blow. Her head dropped to the side, the bullet finding it’s way right between her eyes.

Silence seemed to fall over the docks. You could hear the crashing of the waves and the seagulls that circled above at the scent of shed blood. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and the gun you wielded was dropped to the dock.

She’d been killed so easily. This big, hulking demon that loomed over the town, and over your life. It took nothing but a rage-filled trigger pull to end it all. Your heart was in your throat, blood rushing past your ears.

And then there was Natasha.

Natasha had shifted onto her back, her hand outstretched in your direction. You could hear the painful wheeze in each breath. Her skin was pale, a bloom of red at the corner of her lip. You wanted to kiss it away, to pull her as close as possible, but you were afraid to move her.

Your knees dug into the coarse wood, your palm finding purchase on her cheek. “Nat, baby, I need you to stay awake, okay?”

“The stars, you can see them so well out here.”

You frowned, glancing up at the velvety blue sky. The constellations were bright, making little pictures of lions, and archers, and long stretches of water. It was hard to see them with the perpetual glow of the city. But out here, just like the mansion, they made a map.

“Yeah, baby, you can.” You reached blindly for her hand. It was cold. “You can’t go to sleep. Just keep looking at the stars, for me. Clint! Lena!”

Your voice broke on the second call. Your face was damp with tears as you kept track of Natasha’s stunted breathing, and the tight grip she still held you with. She refused to let you go, and you did the same, pressing the warmth of your lips to her white knuckles.

Yelena was by your side. She was pale and shaking herself. There was a gash above her eye, dripping blood and drying against her cheek. There was a split in her lip, a forming bruise under her chin and against the length of her neck.

“ne ostavlyay menya, sestra. Ty sil'neye etogo. Drat'sya.”

“Should we call an ambulance?”

“No, no hospital.” Yelena shook her head “we do this on our own, just like we always have.”

Your fingers were caked in blood, a dried brown color that was ugly against the beauty of your shared bedroom with Natasha. You wanted to scrub them clean, watch as the water was tinted a toxic orange before it circled the drain, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

A glass of water was set on the small table next to you, and you fought back the urge to startle. You hadn’t heard anyone enter. There was a familiar spiced scent to Darcy that you picked up on before registering her presence. She nudged the glass closer to you and lowered herself into the other chair.

“You should really let Yelena look at that shoulder.” She said.

“It’s fine.”

You picked up the glass and considered swallowing down some of the room temperature water, but thought better of it. You held onto it because you could. It grounded you, the cloudy glass stained with coppery fingerprints.

“The news… they’re saying that a wealthy businesswoman snapped. Allegedly, she lured her employees down to the docks and killed them all before turning the gun on herself.”

“Tragic.” This time you did take a swallow of the water before setting it on the table.

Darcy watched you carefully. She wasn’t being judgmental, or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe. Her eyes were still darkened with exhaustion but filled with a deep kind of worry. She hesitated, moving to put her hand on your knee, but thinking better of it.

Instead, she directed her attention to Natasha’s unconscious form on the bed. Yelena had called in a private doctor, stubborn in her efforts. He worked mostly alone, and had hushed conversation with those in the room that could comprehend better than you could in your fuzzy state.

Kate had attempted to patch you up, but you pulled away with enough intensity for her to focus on licking her own wounds. Natasha was stable, she was alive. They weren’t sure if she would make it through the night- but you’d remain by her side until they were sure.

“I can’t lose her,”

The admission was whispered and shattered. You didn’t want to acknowledge the possibility of Natasha not pulling through. She was the first person you’d met in years that not only accepted you, but pushed you to be a better version of yourself. She had a softness for Ronnie, a commanding nature to her presence.

Darcy cracked a small smile, “leave it to you to fall in love with a loan shark that has a pension for bullets. Something tells me that’s she’s more stubborn than even you. And if that’s the case, then she’ll make it.”

You reached out and grasped Darcy’s hand, allowing her to ground you. Pain ripped through your shoulder, the bandage that you had allowed Kate to apply was dotted with the wounds efforts to gush. Still, you squeezed as hard as you could manage, listening to the heart monitor that hummed in time with the grandfather clock in the corner.

She stayed with you while you fought to stave off sleep. At one point, Clint came in with a tray of food that lay mostly untouched on the dresser. Your eyes burned as you stared at the simple rise and fall of her chest, both feet planted on the floor.

Sixteen hours had passed. You’d paced the room, and at one point, finally allowed someone to address your wounds. It throbbed in time with your heart, which in-turn, mirrored Natasha’s. It was hour twenty when you saw any sign of life, and you nearly missed it, the fluttering of her eyes as they adjusted to the sun streaming into the room.

You’d rolled your head back, trying to quell the stiffness of your neck, the hushed growl escaped your lips. “Oh… fuck.”

“That’s a beautiful sound.”

To hell with your aching body. Natasha’s voice was so meek that you’d nearly missed it altogether. You were treated with a startling blast of green color. She stared at you inquisitively, trying to prop herself up on her elbows. You were quicker than her in this state, using your palm against her chest to gently force her back onto the mattress.

“Don’t try to move,”

“I don’t do well with orders, y/n.”

“God damn it, I know.”

She gave you a small smile at this, but allowed you to coax her back into a laying position. She let out a protest of pain as you placed your ear flush against her chest, assuring that this was real, that her heart was beating strong and consistently. And it was, it really was.

Natasha chuckled, and worked her hand through your hair. “It’s okay, Zaychik. I’m alright.”

“Nat, you were shot in the back twice. It’s going to be a long road to recovery. You’re lucky that it didn’t shatter your spine, hell you could have lost the ability to walk altogether-“

She cut you off, grabbing your chin and leading your lips to hers. She tasted of blood, of the slightest bit of antiseptic and artificial cherries. She tasted like home. You fretted to pull away, knowing that she had kissed you to ultimately shut you up, but really, did that matter?

Natasha frowned into the kiss and pulled away, her fingers had found the bandage on your shoulder, running across the cross section where your skin met gauze. “You’re hurt. She hurt you.”

“She got a good shot in but had terrible aim. Nothing but a flesh wound.”

“Flesh wounds can be dangerous, Malysh.”

“Mm, so they can.” A few moments passed, your forehead pressed against hers, happy to be in her presence. “What did you say to Carol… right before she…”

Natasha let out a deep sigh and winced at the exhalation. She laid her head on the pillow and glowered at the painted ceiling above you both. You remembered staring up at it after Natasha had exhausted you on more than one occasion. Right now, she was trying to find the words, just like you had tried so desperately to find your solace.

“I threatened her family the way she threatened mine. I thought better of her, I suppose, than to shoot a woman in the back. Though, I would have done the same with the threats I laid out. I just needed to be sure that she wouldn’t… couldn’t hurt you… Ronnie.”

“You don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

“Maybe not the Danvers family, but there are more just lurking in the shadows waiting for their chance to swoop in. They’re scared now, I’m sure. But fear only goes so far.”

“I’m in this for the long haul, if you’ll have me, of course.” You tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, careful of her wounds. “I don’t care if it’s the Russo’s, or the Sarkissian’s, or any other psycho family that tries to take your power away from you. They’ll have to go through me.”

Natasha chuckled, “Alright, quickdraw, don’t get too cocky. We’ll lay low for a little bit. Heal. Then we can talk about the future.”

Somehow, that was enough for you. Natasha waking up, speaking and smiling, and laughing would always be enough for you.

“Drop the gun,” Kate’s voice was shaking, her hands outstretching in front of her in the ultimate sign of surrender. She looked vulnerable, the sun beating down on her shoulders and her stormy eyes catching the reflection of the water. “I’m unarmed, this isn’t cool, man.”

Her protests didn’t’ seem to matter one bit. Cooper pumped the front end of his gun and aimed the ice cold water directly at Kate’s stomach. His action was a silent call to the brigade of children that ascended on her; some carrying water guns like Coop, and others nailing her with neon colored balloons.

“Ah, the inhumanity!” She fell to the grass, scooping Ronnie up in the process. “Shield me, kid!”

You watched the girl with fondness, fighting back until the end. Clint chuckled behind you, flipping the burgers that had browned evenly on one side. The scent was intoxicating, and though you wouldn’t’ admit your hunger outright; your mouth was watering.

Yelena had ascended on the situation, taking a super soaker and dousing the clan that was attacking, and winning, Kate. She tucked Ronnie under her arm like a football and started to dash away towards the fence, out of earshot.

Clint’s wife, Laura, was pouring a glass of lemonade for Darcy. The two of them watched the scene from poolside chairs with as much amusement as you carried. They spoke with smiles on their faces, cheeks flushed from the heat of the day.

Warm arms wrapped around your midsection, a chin resting on your shoulder. The scent of sunscreen filled your lungs. You had always felt innate safety in Natasha’s embrace. She kissed behind your ear once, and then the side of your neck.

“She’s good with them.” Natasha purred.

“I think it’s because she’s a kid at heart.”

“And you let her protect your assets?” Clint tsked as he loaded the burgers onto a nearby plate. “Seriously, without Yelena training her I never would have taken the safety off her gun.”

“I can hear you!” Kate called back, shifting Ronnie to her other hip. “They are being so rude. I’m more than capable of being a degenerate.”

“Degenerate,” Yelena scoffed “Kate Bishop, you’ve invented the word.”

You shook your head, turning in Natasha’s arms before you draped your own over her shoulders. She wore that same black bikini that she had on when she proclaimed your new rank in her little empire. It seemed so long ago- and she was certainly marred with new markings to prove this. Your fingers tracing gently over the healed scars on her stomach.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against hers, “Thank you for this.”

“Mm,” She hummed into the embrace “For what, detka?”

You deepened the embrace, whispering against her “resolution.”

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yelenasdiary · 7 months

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When The Time Comes

Pairing: Military! Yelena Belova x Fem! Nurse! Reader

Summary: After a traumatic experience, Yelena worries about your well-being.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Mentions of War, Kidnapping, Details of Torture, PTSD, Depression, Details of Murder, Gore, Mentions of Blood, Scaring, Medical Talk | 3.3K

Translations:lyubov' (love), detka (baby),

AC:Some of you may have already seen a dot point of this fic so here’s the full fic!

October Special Masterlist

4:03am your wife was woken by a long-awaited phone call, quickly turning over and picking up the phone, "Belova" she answers without a hint of lack of sleep in her voice. The voice on the other end of the line wastes no time in informing the highly skilled sniper that after two long, stressful, and worrying months, her wife has been found.

"Is she okay? Can I talk to her? I'll get the first flight over!" Yelena's mind is racing. She knows the stress and worry isn't over, but her commanding officer assures her that you were treated with the best of care and should be landing in the states within a few short hours. Little information was shared with the blonde who didn't take notice of the time when she called Natasha.

"Lena, it's 4am, is everything okay?" Natasha's low, raspy, and tired voice travels through the phone. Yelena once again not caring to take notice of the time, "They found her!" She replies while she gets out of bed and slides on her slippers. She can tell by the shift in Natasha's voice that the red head has shot up from her laying position, "are you sure?!"

"Positive, they said she'll be landing in New York in a few hours. Can you watch Natalia for me? Please?" Yelena asks as she walks down the hall to your daughter's bedroom, peaking her head through the crack of the door to check on the three-year-old who was asleep peacefully snuggling her favorite plushie.

"Of course, I'll be over soon" Natasha replies before hanging up the line.

Hours passed as Yelena waited patiently alone in the hospital's waiting room, 9:28am and they were still checking you out and not a single word on your wellbeing was mentioned to your wife. Small cups of coffee filled the bin as Yelena's mind ran over scenario after scenario, her right knee bouncing uncontrollably as other patients' family members came and went. Some leaving in tears of grief while others left with sighs of relief.

Lost in her thoughts, Yelena didn't even notice Natasha taking a seat beside her and placing her hand on her sister's knee. It wasn't until Natasha's thumb stroked Yelena's knee that the blonde's eyes turned to meet her sister.

"Wands has Natalia" Natasha spoke softly reading the look on her sister's face. Yelena nodded as she leant back in her chair, "any news?" Nat asked.

"Nothing" Yelena replied while she tried to fight back her tears, wanting to stay as strong as she possibly could for you.

"Mrs Belova?" a doctor asked as they entered the waiting room, Yelena's eyes shot up to meet the eyes of a tired woman as she took off her surgical cap.

"That's me" Yelena replied, standing from her chair before she could even blink. Natasha was standing beside her, both looking at the doctor for answers. Her eyes scanned the waiting room, "come with me please, somewhere more private" she replied. Her words made Yelena's stomach drop, her mind now filling with her biggest fear as she and Natasha followed the woman in scrubs with a white coat down the hall, taking a left and into a room with soldiers standing guard outside.

"Please just cut the crap, is she okay?" Yelena's eyes looked deeply into the doctor's in hopes of finding answers. The woman took a deep breath, her own eyes looking at Natasha before back at Yelena, "she's my sister, please!" Yelena added.

"Mrs Belova, your wife okay. We would like to keep her in for a week before sending home, she's malnourished and some of her injuries we are going to keep an eye on in case of an infection. She's extremely weak at the moment but physically, she will make a full recovery. I have requested that our psychiatrist comes down to speak to you, they will be able to inform you of your wife's mental health" the doctor who forgot to introduce herself explained, her name tag reading "Dr Katherine Campbell".

"I'd rather see my wife first, please" Yelena pleaded just wanting to see you for herself.

"I'm sorry but I think it's best you wait" Dr Campbell's eyes shifted to Natasha in hopes she'd help make the stressed blonde understand. Natasha looked at Yelena, placing a hand on her forearm, "let's just wait for the psychiatrist, you'll want to know everything there is" Nat agrees with the doctor just as another woman knocks and enters the room.

"Here she is" Doctor Campbell smiled softly at the other woman.

"Hi, Mrs Belova, is it?" the woman smiled, reaching her hand out to shake Yelena's, "I'm Dr Jenna Hemmings, please take a seat" she added before also shaking Natasha's hand. The four women took a seat at the large, rounded table, Yelena's knee bouncing once again as she watched the psychiatrist open up a file of documents that had your name on them.

"I'm very sorry for what you've been through over the last three months, I don't have a lot to discuss in terms of where your wife is at mentally, but, I have seen her and I from what I have seem I can give you a rough idea on what to expect" Dr Hemmings began as she looked between the two sisters.

"It's my understanding that your wife has suffered from serious and extreme torture during her captivity. I have seen many cases unfortunately and I just want to let you know that it's not going to be easy. Y/n may become distant and feel disconnected from what she knows. Who she was before the kidnapping may take some time to return, I'm going to give you a list of other psychiatrists for you to make an appointment with then Y/n feels ready to talk about the events. It's important that you do not push her to talk, if she wants too, listen.

Do you share any children together?" She goes on. Yelena nodded, "A three year old, Natalia"

"As hard as this will be on your daughter, it'll be best if she has somewhere else to stay with the first week that Y/n is home"

"You want me to keep my daughter from seeing her mother?" Yelena frowned in confusion.

"This is just until you and Y/n's psychiatrist have a better understanding of her PTSD" Dr Hemmings replied. Natasha assured Yelena that the little girl could stay with her, Wanda and the boys for as long as needed. "Can I just see my wife now? Please? whatever else you need to discuss, I'm sure we can do later" Yelena begs once more.

Dr Hemmings nodded lightly, "I'll let Dr Campbell explain your wife's injuries"

-A Week Later-

Since being home, Yelena has cared for you day in, day out. She tended to the wounds that covered your back, changing the bandages and cleaning them. She did the same for the grazes and cuts on your face, arms, legs and thighs. She showered you, clothed you and fed you, all while you could barely bring yourself to say a single word.

The bedroom was kept dark, anytime Yelena opened the blinds to let some sunlight in, you got up and closed them before getting back in to bed to sleep the day away. A psychiatrist had stopped by twice since you came home, but even she couldn't get you to speak. She suggested to Yelena that it would be in your best interest to start antidepressants which you took without a fight.

"Good morning lyubov'" Yelena spoke softly as she got on her knees in your view, your eyes glued to the dark gray wall behind her. Looking into your eyes, Yelena only saw the ghost of the woman she loved. She gently stroked your face with her left thumb, "Natalia is coming home this morning, do you feel up to seeing her?" she asked. Your eyes shifted and connected with the worried eyes of your wife's, the first time you really looked at her since the hospital. You shook her head before turning to your other side, giving Yelena the view of your clothed back.

"Okay lyubov', we'll try again tomorrow. I'll go get you some breakfast" Yelena said in defeat. She hoped that the idea of seeing your daughter would bring something new out of you, that you'd get out of bed and come downstairs for the first time.

Yelena returned 20 minutes later with toast, orange juice, your medication and some vitamins placing them on your bedside table. She kissed your cheek and whispered how much she loved you before letting you fall back asleep in the darkness.

"I miss mommy" Natalia pouted as she picked up another slice of apple from her plastic plate. "I know dorogoy, mommy isn't feeling well at the moment but she's getting better, she's getting plenty of sleep so she can play with you again" Yelena assures the little girl before placing a kiss on her forehead, "how about mac n cheese for dinner?" She asks. Natalia perks up instantly, nodding with excitement, "Mac n cheese!!!!" She claps with a mouth full of apple.

Night time came, Natalia was bathed, fed and tucked in bed fast asleep after Yelena read her a bedtime story. She can't stop her mind from remembering when you and her would read a fairytale together for the growing child, switching voices, giggles full of life filling the room before the angel drifts off to sleep. Not only did Yelena miss you, but so did Natalia. A drawing of the three of you in crayons sat on the toddlers drawing table, mommy in bed just like her mama said.

When Yelena came to bed, it was the only time you felt safe again. You instantly felt her arms wrap around you, pulling you close as she knew you'd been waiting all day for her to come back to bed. "How are you feeling detka?" She asks in a soft tone, you wanted to answer her, to give her a form of words but nothing left your lips. Tears filled your eyes as you brought her hand to your lips, kissing the top of her hand to let her know you were here, you heard her, you loved her.

-1 Month Later-

As time went on, Yelena was doing her best to give you everything you needed but her growing thoughts were becoming darker by the day. She wasn't going to push you to talk about what happened, but she couldn't help but picture just how you got the wounds on your back. She was positive they would turn into scars and she worried for when the time would come and you'd notice them never fading away. She wanted to know if you were tortured into not speaking of the events that happened, she hasn't heard your voice since you woke up in the hospital. "Just tired" were the last words she heard you speak.

The meditation didn't seem like it was working in Yelena's eyes, you still didn't have the energy to get out of bed, to talk, to eat or even shower. Natalia hounded her mama daily for when she could see her mommy and on the one chance you nodded at Yelena's request for the young girl to see you, it broke her. Natalia of course, didn't entirely understand what was wrong with you and she didn't take your actions to heart, but deep down, Yelena did. Natalia had tried to show you a drawing she did at day care, you took one look at the colorful drawing before you looked back at Yelena who was standing behind your daughter, you shook your head at her than turned to lay with your back facing them.

It wasn't until one night when Yelena had gotten into bed with you rather early, she mentioned Natalia was staying at Natasha and Wanda's for the night. She held you in silence for hours until you turned and looked at her. Tears pooled at your eyes before slowly making their way down your cheeks, your wife wiping them away gently with the touch of her thumb as she placed a loving kiss on your forehead before looking into your broken eyes once more.

"What do you need detka? How can I help you get through this?" Yelena asked and for the first time since everything, you weren't looking through her. You could see how tired she was, the stress and worry of everything creeping in on her. Slowly you sat up and took a deep breath, Yelena sat up with you keeping a close eye on your body language.

"Can I make us a hot coco?" you asked. Yelena couldn't help but smile softly as she nodded. Happy she finally heard your voice since you were at the hospital, no longer having to repeat the last words you spoke to her, "just tired" running through her head.

You returned to the bedroom with two mugs of hot coco and a large yellow envelope, placing it on the end of the bed before handing Yelena her drink. "If I tell you everything, c-can you write it down for the report, please?" you asked, sipping your drink and placing it on your bedside table. Yelena nodded without a second thought, "of course detka, are you sure you're up for this?" she asked, just to be sure.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" you asked her in reply, worried that the details you had to share for the report would upset her. "If I am the only person you feel safe enough to tell, I am here to listen detka. I've got your back like you've got mine" she reminded you as she placed her mug on her bedside table and grabbed the envelope and pen. You took another deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, remembering the moment you were taken captive.

"I just finished my shift, Lisa, Jasmine and I were walking back to our rooms when 3 masked men ambushed us, one grabbed Lisa and dragged her towards the bush, he had large knife to her neck. Another put a bag over Jasmine's head, they told us to keep quiet or they'd kill us. I screamed for help, but one guy hit me over the head with his gun and I blacked out. When I woke up, I had a shackle on my left ankle, my hands tied behind my back and a bag over my head.

I could hear the girls screaming and crying for help, the place smelt unbearable…like death. I tried to keep the girls calm, I told them we'd be safe soon, to keep quiet or they'd hurt us but we were all so scared.

They kept us like that for hours, days maybe. I wasn't sure, it was too dark with the bag over my head. When they came back, one guy removed the bag, he was wearing a mask and had his gun pointed directly at me. There was a small cup of water and a bread roll on the floor, he told me to eat, or he'd shoot me. I was so hungry, that when he cut me free, I don't think I even swallowed much of the roll, the water was dirty but I didn't care. I asked him about the girls, but he just kneed me in the face to shut me up.

It was like that for days until the ringleader came, he had an interpreter with him, he didn't speak one word of English. He said that if our country cared enough about us, they'd stop the war and go home and leave us behind to become slaves." You spoke slowly so Yelena could write but halfway through, she decided that typing it up would be a lot faster.

"Things got worse, every time we did something wrong, we got less food and water, a beating and placed in this room that felt like it was on fire. It was so hot in there, sometimes they threw me in there just because I didn't eat fast enough. Lisa tried to escape but they caught her, they dragged me into this room with her and ha-" you paused as tears streamed down your face.

"Detka, we can take a break, it's okay" Yelena's hands reached for yours but you shook your head, "I don't want never want to speak about this ever again, I have to do this now" you replied, wiping your tears before taking a mouthful of your hot coco.

"He handed me a gun and told me to shoot her but I couldn't. I tried to plead with him, saying she won't do it again but that just gave me a beating. He beat me with a rusty pipe wrapped with barbed wire, that's that the marks on my back are from. I've never felt so much pain…I was crying so much that eventually he grabbed me by my hair and made me watch" you paused once more, your body shaking with fear as you recalled the details of what happened to your friend. Your wife was quick to put the laptop aside and instantly wrapped you in her arms, pulling you close into her as you broke down.

Through your sobs, you continued to explain the events you endured. "T…T-they beheaded her like it was nothing! There was blood very where, I was c-crying! Screaming! They tossed her h-he…to me and told me if I didn't shut u-up that w-would be me" You gripped onto your wife for life, she held you tightly as she cried with you. Kissing the top of your head for comfort.

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3:38am, you were passed out asleep, tired from the crying and recalling. Yelena watched over you, her arms wrapped around you. She knew it was going to be a long road of recovery ahead, but she had every faith in you.

By morning, you woke up to an empty bed, but you felt differently. You sat up, stretched and slipped into your robe before making your way downstairs to see Yelena making waffles with your daughter. You smiled softly to yourself before making yourself known to your girls.

"Mommy!!!" Natalia came running into your arms. You hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek, "you feel better?" she asked. You nodded, "a little bit my love" you replied before putting her down on her feet. Yelena turned around and smiled lovingly at you, "Natalia, can you please get your sippy cup?" she asked the little girl to distract her for a moment so she could talk to you.

"I sent your report this morning" Yelena informed you with a kiss on your cheek. "Thank you, darling" you wrapped your arms around her, "what's on your mind?" you asked her, seeing she'd been thinking.

"He's still out there" she replied, her jaw clenching at the thought of the man who tortured you for months walking free in his own country. You knew instantly from her tone what she was thinking, and you knew there would be no way to stop her, in fact, you didn't even want to stop her.

"I know and if the time comes, I don't want you to think twice" You cupped her face, "let him suffer…he's already taken enough from me, take everything from him" you added looking into her eyes. "Here mama!" Natalia's voice broke the silent agreement between you two.

It would be a year until Yelena returned to war, she wanted to stay with you until you knew well enough to look after yourself once more. Now with a four year old and your wife off finding the man who covered you in scars, physically and mentally, you made the decision to never return to the warzone but would continue your work at the veterans clinic.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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The Babysitter (30)

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MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 30- W/c 7.4k This chapter contains 18+ smut

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It had been almost a week since the incident with the twins and everything was pretty much back to normal, the tension and underlying hurt dissipated as Wanda assured you over and over again that you hadn't done anything wrong. Your favourite attempt of her persuasion was when she sat on your lap, holding your face between her hands, lips peppering across your skin as she told you repeatedly that you had nothing to worry about, causing your cheeks to turn a vibrant shade of pink at the affection and a shy smile to form on your face as you kissed her back, glad you had locked her door before joining her in bed.

The only thing you weren't too pleased with was that Vision was still unfortunately living and breathing, Wanda chuckling at your various ideas of how to dispose of the man as some of them were rather ridiculous, less about your hatred for the man and more about your love for witnessing Wanda's adorable nose scrunch and smile. You can remember her soft chuckle, her eyes glimmering with joy as she stared down at your head in her lap at the bizarre method of murder you came up with, reminding you that murder wasn't an act to encourage before muttering in agreement of your entertaining ideas. You also remembered where your gaze travelled to after her smile faded, face displaying concentration as she watched whatever was on Tv, your gaze flickering to her neck and sharp jawline.

You smiled at the memory, a low evil chuckle not meeting your ears as you were too busy thinking about the older woman.

A tennis ball soon whacked you square in the face, Fanny proceeding to jump on the sofa you were on, trying to steal the ball that now rested in your lap.

"What was that for?" you mutter, glaring at the blonde who sat on the sofa opposite you, chuckling to herself at her own antics, moving around on the sofa so her legs hung over the back, looking at you upside down.

"You were drooling," she teases, Yelena taking the ball from Fanny who retrieved it for her, throwing it up and down for herself to catch, eyes widening momentarily as the ball dropped quicker than she expected.

"I was not," you grumble, copying Yelena's movements and sitting on the sofa upside down, a reminiscent look on your face as you remember doing this with her when you were both little, Nat usually laughing at your red faces as she refused to cause herself a headache from all the blood flowing to your heads.

"We're both upside down," she says while looking at you, smiling widely at being able to spend some more time with you, your face matching her excitement as you two always ended up causing trouble, even more than yourself and Natasha. Your eyes watch the tennis ball she keeps throwing up before catching, Fanny's head moving up and down as she sits and watches, waiting for her toy to be thrown. Yelena looks back at you and laughs at the way your eyes follow the item, almost just as mesmerised as Fanny until the sound of your phone ringing interrupts the moment.

Despite your awkward angel, you see Wanda's name and contact photo popping up for a face time, your smile widening that little bit more as you look to Yelena to see if she minds you answering the call, the blonde suspiciously happy for you to take it.

"Hey Detka," her tone soft and gentle, brows furrowing at your position on the camera, her smile stretching into an amused but confused one.

"Hey Wanda- Yelena!" You shout as the tennis ball his you in the face again, Fanny coming over to lick your face instead of getting the ball that's landed on the floor, a groan leaving you that quickly turns into laughter as you try to escape the dog's affection. You manage to sit up right, lightheaded from sitting upside down causing you to take a moment to get back to grips with everything being the right way up, Wanda chuckling at the scene that unfolded as she rests her head against her palm, elbow on her work desk in the Avengers tower, not at home.

"Nice shot Yelena," Wanda says, your mouth parting into shock at your girlfriend's words, a mischievous chuckle escaping the blonde as she gets up to stand, moving to lean against the back of the sofa you were on to talk to Wanda.

"Thank you," Yelena says once entering the camera frame, Wanda smiling at the younger woman as you glare up at her.

"It was not a nice shot," you mumble, making both women laugh, "And it's not nice that you've hit me twice now."

"It's happened twice?" Wanda chuckles out, her eyes flickering between the two of you as Yelena wears a triumphant smile on her face, your head turning to look at Wanda again, smiling at the sight of her.

"You deserved it the first time," Yelena says before you can answer, your eyes rolling at the blonde playfully.

"No I did not," your tone defensive, Wanda noticing that determined glint in your eyes, wanting to be right as Yelena leans forward on the sofa, getting closer so Wanda can see her better.

"She did," she chuckles out, "Она была слишком занята, мечтала и пускала слюни о тебе, когда я разговаривал с ней. (She was too busy daydreaming and drooling about you when I was talking to her)" Your eyes widen at Yelena's Russian, Wanda being able to understand it with how close Sokovian sounded to the language, her blushing a little but smirking a little at your curious gaze.

"What did you tell her?" you squint your eyes at Yelena, knowing that she could have said anything embarrassing about you, and you wouldn't have had a clue at what it was.

"Nothing," she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, your head snapping over to the screen to ask Wanda, her shaking her head at you.

"I'm not going to tell you either Detka," she says with a small laugh at the end as you groan at their teasing.

"This is bullying," you mutter, Wanda's nose scrunching at your tone of voice, your mood improving at the sight.

"Anyway," she says, realising she's at work and technically supposed to be working, only having called you to ask you something. "There's a work's party tonight as a member of my team is leaving," she says, simplifying all the details as they were rather boring, "And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, Detka? Pietro says he will look after the twins if you want to come," you can see Yelena's teasing smirk as she moves to sit on her sofa again, you showing the blonde the middle finger where Wanda can't see.

"I'd love to go," you say, tone full of excitement as you've always wondered what her work place and colleagues were like.

"Ok, I'll meet you at home at five, we need to leave around seven and it's smart dress, is that alright?" she asks, twiddling her pen with her hand now as she sits upright against her desk chair.

"Yeah, that's fine with me," her smile widens at your response, reluctantly having to end the phone call.

"Ok, I'll see you later Detka, I love you," she whispers, you saying the same back before she hangs up, continuing to work while the blonde teases you about the older woman.

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Staring at yourself in the mirror, your fingers anxiously played with one another as you took in your outfit, not having properly considered Wanda's words earlier. You had an array of clothes that had invaded the older woman's drawers, but almost none of them were formal dress, the only clothes being a black shirt and trousers, the outfit looking more suitable for a funeral.

You pondered on ways to try and save the outfit, mind going blank as you literally had no idea on what to do, the bathroom door opening to reveal Wanda. You met her eyes through the reflection in the mirror, mouth parting in awe at the sight of her, eyes roaming down her body, admiring her stunning dress. The scarlet dress hugged her curves perfectly, the slit at her thigh teasing you as you could see the soft skin peeking from behind the fabric, her chest not blatantly on show but enough to to have your mind racing with thoughts, her lips tugging into a smirk as you eventually caught her gaze again, cheeks turning a darker shade of red than her dress.

You avoided her gaze in the reflection as she chuckled in amusement at how flustered you were already, casually walking towards you, her hips swaying slightly before she reached your sitting form. Her hands drifted across your shoulders and lower to rest on your collar bones, her eyes raking over your body in the reflection, her hands slightly deviating and moving to rest near the base of your neck, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.

She smirked at how your eyes were trained on her hand not her face, your mind unable to stop thinking about her long slender digits, how they feel when she-

"Wait here a moment Detka, I've got an idea," she whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly before her touch slips away, venturing into the walk-in closet filled with her old clothes. "Try this on," she says when she returns, a black jacket in her hand as she walks up to you with a smile, yours widening at her thoughtfulness.

Standing up and turning to face the older woman, you slipped your arms into the soft jacket, the fabric feeling as though it were expensive, not commenting on it though as you put it on. You paused when her hands moved to fix the lapels, smoothing the fabric out before fixing your collar, your eyes admiring her features as she was so close to you. The jacket was almost a perfect fit, just a little long as she was slightly taller than you, her fingers running up and down the fabric as she subtly worked you up, enjoying watching your chest rise and fall with anticipation.

"Thank you," you manage to whisper out once she removes her hands from you, her eyes unable to be torn away from you.

She looked as if she wanted to take you right there, to forget all about the party, but she knew she couldn't evade her responsibilities at it, letting out a deep sigh as her lustful thoughts had to be put on hold.

"You're welcome Dorogaya," she rasps out, looking away from you to stop herself from giving into her wants, moving to grab the last few items before interlocking your fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, ensuring she didn't smudge her lipstick. "Are you ready?" When you nod, she leads you to the car, leaving her hand to rest on your thigh as she drives, occasionally stealing glances at you whenever she could.

***

"This is where you work?" you say, jaw on the floor at the extraordinary floor near the top of the tower, the view practically a shot out of a film as you look over the city, in awe of how beautiful it looks with the sun almost set. You turned your head to the side, taking in the aphrodisiac sight of Wanda, berating your mind for where your thoughts went to, turning your gaze to the rest of the people who were entering the large, open room.

"Mhmm," she says, moving to stand closer to you, her arm resting on your waist as she simply admires the view with you, the sound of an elated woman catching both of your attentions.

"Wanda," Monica greets as she approaches the two of you, her eyes widening when she realises that it was you standing with her friend, an amused and teasing glint appearing in her eyes. "And this must be Y/n," she says with a smile, your cheeks tinting at the woman's knowledge of you, Wanda having spoken to her about you. "Nice to finally meet you, I've heard so many things about you, this one," she says motioning to Wanda who watches her friend with a raised eyebrow, "Won't shut up about you, it's cute but she needs to be focussing on her work." You chuckle at the woman's warm and bubbly nature, finding her easy to be around as you greet her back, Wanda introducing the woman.

"This is Monica," she says, rolling her eyes after what the other woman said about her, "And when she's not being a pain in my ass, she's my best friend," you and Monica both laugh at Wanda's playfulness, your smile wide at the woman's infectious laugh before you both hear Wanda groan, having seen someone arrive in the distance.

"I have to go and mingle now," she says, turning to you with a displeased look, chuckling as she explained how one of her workers, Tyler Hayward, was leaving and as his boss, she had to talk to him and wish him the best. In her opinion though, she would rather have just kicked him out of the door and said bye, never having liked the egotistical man. "I'm trusting you with her," she says to Monica before looking back at you, feeling bad for leaving you so soon after arriving.

"I'll be fine," you say, reassuring the older woman as you have a gut feeling you're going to get on with the other woman, her smiling at you before Monica chuckles.

"Yeah Wands," Monica says, slinging her arm around your shoulders and shooting her friend a mischievous smile, "She'll be fine with me, we can talk as much as we want about you."

"Behave," she warns Monica who simply chuckles, Wanda pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before heading off, plastering a fake smile onto her lips as she approaches the man.

Monica guided you to the bar, ordering herself a drink and asking you what you wanted, her not questioning your choice of drink and just ordering it along with hers, her head turning to yours and smile etched onto her face.

"So," Monica says and you're looking at her while you sip on your drink, watching her curiously as she somehow makes you feel at ease, "What has Wanda told you about me?" You brows raise at her question, expecting something else to be asked.

"Um, she's told me that you're college friends and an embarrassing story that involved you, but that's about it," you say, hoping that she wouldn't be offended that you didn't know much about her as she clearly knew a lot about you, "She doesn't really talk much about what happens at work."

She smiles at you, as if she were thinking of an inside joke between Wanda and herself, moving onto a more interesting question in her eyes.

"What embarrassing story did she tell you?" her gaze trained on you as she sips her drink, various stories flooding her mind.

"It was her 18th birthday and you-"

"She told you the table story?" Her eyes convey her disbelief, a chuckle leaving her lips as she looks at your confused but amused state, "Oh that woman is absolutely smitten with you."

"Yeah?" your tone is a little shyer than before, Monica offering you a kind and reassuring smile.

"She is, I've not seen her this happy in years," before Monica can say any more, a hand meets your shoulder, Monica already rolling her eyes at her other friend.

"Who's this beautiful lady sitting with you Mon?" Darcy says as she sits in the spare seat next to you, letting her hand drift across your back and down your arm, her smile charming and what others would find attractive. You blushed a little at her words as you were never good with compliments, offering a shy smile as the other woman's eyes raked over your body, flickering up to meet your eyes with a glint of mischief.

"This is Y/n," Monica says, seeing if the words would register within her friend's mind and cause her to ease off her flirty nature, the brunette doing the opposite as she flashes you another smile, glancing over to where Wanda was, causing you to look as well.

Wanda's grip on her drink was tight, fingers pressing into the glass so hard she could probably feel it straining under the pressure, jaw clenched as she peered over the rim of it, gaze burning a hole into the side of Darcy's head, knowing that she was overly affectionate and flirty.

The look sent arousal pooling between your thighs, cheeks tinting a darker shade of red as excitement rushed through you. You let the gaze linger with your girlfriend, watching how jealousy consumed her body, a thrill being sent throughout you at the idea you had.

You were always the good girl Wanda wanted you to be, but tonight you wanted to get a reaction out of her, hoping she'd do some more of the things you talked about in the bathtub a while ago. You wanted her to make her jealous, you wanted her to snap and you were certainly going to get her to after what you were about to do.

You sent Wanda a sly smile, her gaze narrowing at you as you turned back to Darcy, smiling at her and letting her control the conversation. You laughed at a few things she said, Monica adding to the conversation and trying to keep Darcy at bay, knowing how jealous Wanda could get, but it was to no avail as the other woman continued to joke around with you.

After a joke you said, Darcy laughed, moving her hand to your knee while laughter spilt from her lips, her hand lingering far too long for Wanda's liking as she watched helplessly from across the room, glaring daggers at her co-worker. Once her hand moved from your leg, your gaze flickered over to Wanda, who caught your gaze instantly, her eyes conveying how you were playing with fire, you mentioned how warm it was in the room, unbuttoning the top button of your shirt. You also shrugged off Wanda's jacket, making sure to hang it on the back of the chair, not wanting to ruin the expensive item.

A little while later, after Darcy put her hand on your arm again, you can feel a body pressed up against the back of yours, a smile taking over your lips at the familiar perfume invading your senses.

"Excuse me, ladies," Wanda says between her teeth, Monica staying out of the conversation as she knows her best friend, chuckling a little to herself as she watches what happens, "But I'm not feeling too well, talking to Hayward for so long gave me a headache," you can tell she's lying but you don't care, the feeling of her fingers twitching against your hips signalling her eagerness to leave. "So we're going to go home now," her voice leaves no room to argue as she continues to glare at Darcy, her position behind you and hold on your body emphasising your relationship to the brunette.

"Can't we stay a little longer?" you ask and you regret asking it as soon as her green meets your innocent gaze, pure dominance swirling in them as she clenches her jaw, refraining herself from teaching you your lesson right here at the bar.

"No Detka," she says and she knows you're not going to argue back, smirking a little as your bratty display seems to be crumbling already. "Let's go," she grabs your hand and pulls you away, muttering goodbye to the other woman as anticipation and excitement fills you up.

Your excitement switches to nerves when Wanda doesn't say anything to you on the way back to the car, the sound of your footsteps walking into the car park to find her private parking spot matching your pounding heart.

A gasp leaves you when Wanda pushes you up against her car door, lips crashing to yours as she pins you against the metal, sliding her tongue into your mouth effortlessly as you welcome her advances, having waited all night for her to do something to you. You whimper against her mouth when she bites down on your lower lip, dragging it back before soothing the small pain with her tongue, claiming your lips once more roughly as she pushes you harder against the door, her knee slotting between your legs, the slit in the dress showing off her soft skin.

"What do you think you were doing, Detka?" she mutters, ensuring you can't think straight as she flutters her eyes open, gazing into your eyes lustfully.

"I wasn't doing anything," you sigh out, her lips trailing along your jaw, her lipstick smudged against your skin, marking you as hers. She chuckles against the column of your throat at your words, the low sultry tone causing your hips to jerk slightly, your core brushing against her knee, causing a small moan to escape you.

"So you weren't trying to make me jealous?" she husks out, her hand travelling up your body, sliding up until it rests at the base of your neck, the pressure minimal as she searches your eyes for your reaction. When she sees nothing but desire, she presses a little harder, a low groan escaping you, "Weren't trying to get a reaction out of me? Force me to pay you a little more attention?"

"No," you whisper out, still defying her which only fuelled the older woman's desire to fuck you right here.

"No?" Her tone is more serious as her grip increases, making you swallow nervously, Wanda's hand at your throat allowing her to feel your nerves, her leg also able to feel the heat coming from you to signal your arousal. "Oh Detka, you're just begging to be punished at this rate," she rasps out, letting out a breathless laugh, "And to think I had a reward for you planned out at home."

"Wait, no, I-" your stammering is interrupted by her chuckling at your desperate state, suddenly wanting to be a good girl again.

"Nothing is going to get you out of your punishment, Dorogaya," she murmurs, claiming your lips once more as you whine, wanting to know what your reward was. "First you purposely let that whore put her hands all over you," her tone dropping an octave, kissing you in between her points, making you try and chase her lips pathetically every time she'd pull away, "Then you wanted us to stay longer with her," Wanda's leg presses further against you, a moan spilling from your lips only to be eager swallowed by the older woman, "And then you lie to me. Twice."

"Wanda, I..." your voice trails off as her gaze dares you to speak, your mouth immediately shutting.

"And you did all this to make me jealous," she murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw, her mouth eventually reaching the shell of your ear, "What did you expect Detka? Did you want me to pull you away and fuck you? Bend you over my desk and tell you that you're mine over and over again?" Her hand leaves your throat, moving to tilt your chin up to keep your eyes on her as she pulls away from you, a smirk pulling at her lips at how your eyes dilate, "Because you are mine, aren't you Detka?"

"Yes," you sigh out immediately, moaning into her mouth at the intensity of the kiss, her other hand resting on your waist as she continues to pin you against the car.

"That's what I thought," she hums out, "But after your little stunt, I think you're going to have to prove it."

You instantly lean up to crash your lips against hers, one of your hands going to her waist while the other cups her jaw, deepening the kiss and pouring everything into it. She groaned at the feeling of your tongue lewdly sliding against hers, her fingers threading into your hair as she throbbed around nothing, wanting to ease the heat building between her thighs.

"Backseat, now," she mutters against your lips, your hands blindly searching for the car door, not wanting to waste a moment away from her addictive lips, her soft, affected breaths intoxicating.

You reluctantly break the hungry kiss, her hands not leaving your body though as they move to your hips, guiding you into the car before straddling your lap, immediately connecting your lips again as if they were necessary to live. Her dress hikes up at the position, more alluring skin on show as your hands settle there, fingers brushing against the skin as you peer up at her, love and lust merging together in your eyes.

Her hands settle on your shoulders, your body leaning up for another kiss when the feeling of her hands on you sparks a realisation.

"Shit, I left your jacket-"

"I'll buy a new one," she mutters without a care, claiming your lips passionately once more, moving to unbutton your shirt, your hands sliding up under her dress to where she wants you. "Now fuck me," the dominant tone has you groaning into her mouth, her hand moving back to your throat, pushing your body back against the seat, hand firmly wrapped around you. "Don't even think about teasing me," she whispers, controlling the kiss as she leans down to you, your fingers sliding her soaked panties out of the way, a soft moan escaping her when your fingers slide through the abundance of slick that had pooled between her thighs.

You watch as she pulls away from your lips cruelly, her hand on your throat preventing you from chasing them, mouth parting into an 'o' shape as you slide a finger into her, a sinful noise being ripped from the back of her throat. Her eyes gaze into yours hungrily, walls clenching around your digit as you curled it inside her beautifully, thrusting into her as best you could with the angle, the sight of you under her, desperate to please, making her mind run wild with lustful thoughts.

Her back arched slightly when you hit a certain spot inside her, a moan escaping you when you could feel her hips moving in your lap, trying to ride your fingers as you effortlessly slid another in, her arousal coating your digits.

"Fuck Detka," she groans, leaning down to press her lips against yours to muffle her moans, aware that you were in the car park still. "I thought you were going to prove it?" She taunts, urging you to react to her words, "Fuck me harder Detka, come on." Her sultry tone has you groaning against her, pumping your fingers into her harder, ensuring to curl them against her g-spot, her hips twitching in your lap, mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear all her sensual sighs and moans.

"I'm yours," you sigh out, lost in the moment with her, walls throbbing and clenching around you as she nears her orgasm, her hips grinding against your hand, your thumb moving to circle her clit the best you can, a louder moan escaping her as she moves a hand to tangle in your hair. "I'll only ever be yours, you're all I want," you murmur, her lips inevitably finding yours again, her movements becoming more frantic as you continue to thrust your fingers into her, driving her closer towards her release. "Please come for me," you whisper, a guttural moan escaping her at your desperation to please her, her hips stilling as another broken moan spills from her lips, pleasure and euphoria crashing throughout her body as she rides out her high.

She soon relaxes against your body, a whimper leaving her when you pull out of her, kissing her in apology as she smiles into the kiss, eyes fluttering open to meet your softening gaze.

She chuckles a little at your enamoured state, eyes still blown with lust but containing a hopeful glint in them.

"You've not gotten out of your punishment that easy, Dorogaya," she rasps out, your eyes widening a little at her low tone, dominance radiating off of her as she lets a finger trail down your jaw line mindlessly, her nail dragging down the skin of your neck as she continues the journey. "That was just because I couldn't wait any longer, your punishment starts when we get home," she whispers, her touch burning into your skin as you're left to drown in anticipation and excitement, her lips meeting yours briefly before she pulls away from you, admiring your messed up clothes, the lipstick staining your skin, and ruffled hair, swiftly leaving the back of the car and climbing into the front, ready to take you home.

***

Your excitement and nerves only grew as you approached the house, Wanda calmly reminding you that you could use your safe words at any time and that she had a couple new things to try out.

You were then ushered in by the older woman, her hands on your shoulders as she guided you to the bedroom, her lips teasingly kissing along your neck whenever she could, your mind consumed with arousal as you finally stood in the middle of the room.

"Stay there Detka," she whispers in your ear, your body obeying and remaining in the spot she'd led you to, eyes flickering over to the mirror to see what she was doing. You watched helplessly as she unzipped her dress, letting the item slip off her body to reveal the lace set she wore underneath, a visible wet patch on her panties to show how turned on she was, a shaky breath escaping you at the sight. She also grabbed an item out of a drawer but you couldn't see what it was, further adding to your curiosity at what she had planned.

Seductively, she swayed her hips while walking over to you, smirking as she caught your gaze in the mirror, your eyes immediately flickering to the bed, staring straight ahead. Soon, her body entered your view, moving to sit on the end of the bed, her legs crossed as she merely grins at you, her position causing her breasts to be pushed up slightly, your eyes unable to stop the quick glance you had at the smooth skin encased in lace.

"Strip for me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, watching you intently as you let out a shaky breath.

To say you were turned on now, would have been an understatement, you could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs, panties well and truly ruined. However, being watched by her intense green and the unknown punishment had you nervous, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with a button, seemingly unable to get it undone as she waited for you to listen to what she ordered.

After a minute or so of clumsily attempting to unbutton your shirt, hands encased yours, her green softening as she could tell you were nervous as well as excited. She moved your arms to your sides, her fingers deftly undoing the rest of them as she softly claimed your lips.

"Relax Detka," she murmurs sliding the fabric off of your body, letting it slump to the floor, "I won't let anything bad happen to you," she assures, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips, feeling you relax against her before slowly dropping to her knees, smirking up at you. You can't do anything but watch her as she unfastens your pants, swiftly pulling them down your legs before discarding them in the room, her eyes amazed at how soaked your panties were already, peering up at you with a teasing smile. She presses a kiss to your thighs, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, taking her time in pulling them off you, revelling in how your chest rose and fell with anticipation. She then stood up, flashing you an innocent smile as if she weren't driving you insane, moving to lean against the bed as she motion you over.

"On your hands and knees for me," she instructed as you climbed onto the bed, breath hitching as you had an idea of where this was going to go. Her body then knelt behind yours, her hands roaming your exposed skin, up and down the back of your legs and lower back, eventually moving to your ass, massaging the flesh softly while she explained to you your punishment.

"Are you ready for your first punishment, Detka?" she asks, voice low as she lets her eyes wander your skin, body already squirming in her grasp. The word 'first' confused you but you let it slide as her fingers ventured close to your core, your mind blanking as you muttered a quick yes in response. "I'm going to spank this pretty ass of yours twenty times, is that alright?"

"Yes," you sigh out, lowering your head as you wait impatiently for her, your mind running wild with fantasies. "Fuck," the word leaves your lips in surprise as her hand meets your cheek, the slight sting causing arousal to course through your veins, her hand rubbing over the area she just spanked.

"Count them for me Detka," she murmurs, smirking as she hears you curse under your breath, ass subtly moving back for another.

"Two," you moan out when she spanks you again, the pain mixing with pleasure as you throb around nothing, desperate for her to make you come already.

The next eight spanks have your cheeks tinting pink, Wanda's hand soothingly rubbing over the skin after every one, occasionally moving to your core, sliding through your soaked folds to have you grasping at the sheets.

"Eleven, fuck," you groan when she increases the force of the spanks, a new wave of pleasure and pain merging which makes you think your certainly dripping onto the sheets with how wet you were. The next six had your legs shaking and wanting to give in, the more powerful spanks turning you on even more, ass practically red now, Wanda noticing how it took you longer to count them, her checking in with you as she could tell you weren't going to get to twenty with the current method.

"You're doing so well for me," she lovingly murmurs, gliding her hands up and down your body to help you relax a little more, moving you into a laying down position to make it easier for you. "If I do the last three in one quick go, will you be alright Dorogaya?"

"Yeah," you sigh out, voice laced with want and desire as you await the final part of your punishment. "Fuck," the word being torn out of you as she does as she said, pain shooting through you before it dulls into a pleasurable feeling, her hands gliding up and down your body once more before rolling you over, the sheets rubbing against your sensitive ass, causing a whimper to leave you. She offers you an apologetic smile and kiss, murmuring praise to you for doing so well, the kiss turning hungry as your hands are pinned above you, Wanda smirking into the kiss as your hips buck upwards in search of her body that had moved to hover over you.

"Not quite yet Detka," she murmurs teasingly against your lips, a groan of annoyance leaving you that was silenced by her mouth moving sensually against yours. "I've got one more thing for you," she swiftly leaves your lap, grabbing the silk ties she retrieved earlier, showing them to you and motioning to your hands, the idea processing in your mind. "You're the one who wanted me to tie you up," she teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as you eyes somehow darken even more at her giving into your desires.

You watch in awe as she ties your hands to the headboard, Wanda checking with you to make sure they were alright, even getting you to give a few experimental tugs on them to check they were secure, her smirk growing mischievous as her eyes rake over your body, deciding on how to torment you.

Her lips then descend down your body at a torturous pace, her mouth worshipping every inch of skin she could to have your body delirious with her touch, hands skimming over your breasts before she eventually takes a nipple into her mouth, eyes peering up at you as your left to do nothing but watch and struggle against the silk.

You desperately want to thread your fingers through her auburn locks, to feel her skin under your fingertips, your nails digging into her skin as she drove you over the edge but you couldn't, the silk ties cruelly restraining you.

"Please Wanda," you beg and your voice is nothing but pathetic, having been waiting all night for this moment, only for her to continue dragging it out, a chuckle leaving her lips as you didn't know what she had planned. "Please touch me, I need you."

"You're in no position to ask me to do anything Detka," she mutters against your abdomen as her mouth travels lower, her nail scratching down your abdomen, the tip of her finger marginally brushing against your clit, hips bucking at the brief contact. Her hands also move as she lets her breath tease your core, finger now at your inner thighs as she draws random patterns, eyes on how your arousal glistens in the light, parts of your slick coating your thighs at how wet you were. "Stay still for me Detka, you don't want me to add another punishment, do you?"

"No," you quickly mutter, clenching your hands into fists, pleading with her with your eyes to take mercy on you as her mouth lowers, tongue swiping through your folds. A moan escapes you at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth finally meeting your core, head lolling back as she groans into you, addicted to the taste of you.

Her tongue moves expertly against you, knowing exactly how to work you up, sucking on your clit before letting her tongue slide over it, a finger teasing your entrance, sliding in so only the tip was in before pulling out, a desperate noise being torn out of you as she repeated the action over and over again.

"Wanda," you whined, hips jerking as she pressed a sensual kiss against your clit, looking up to meet your lustful gaze, smirking into your core before she sucks on your clit harder, hips bucking against her face, her free hand holding your hips down.

"Stay still," she warns once more, another whimper escaping you when she slides her entire finger into you, the long slender digit being curled deliciously inside you, the older woman pumping it in and out of you at a steady pace while continuing to suck and lick your clit, moans freely spilling from your lips. Wanda's name soon becomes a chant within the room as she adds another finger, feeling your walls clenching desperately around her.

"Wanda, I need you please, please stop teasing," you beg again, and again, and again, until the older woman takes mercy on you, sucking on your clit a little harder and thrusting her fingers in you faster, quickly driving you towards your orgasm. "Fuck, I'm so close," you groan out, knuckles bleeding white with how tightly you were clenching your fists in the restraints, Wanda looking up to see your eyes squeezed shut, hips subtly grinding up against her face.

Just as your about to crash into your release, everything stops, an annoyed and frustrated whine leaving your lips as she denies you, eyes snapping open to plead with her, her cutting off your protests.

"Ah, ah," she coos, eyes staring into yours with authority, shutting you up, "You shouldn't have been such a brat if you didn't want to get punished." She peppers kisses up your body, kissing your lips to muffle the desperate noises still leaving you, hushing your futile words as she lets your body calm down, wanting to work you up again. When she can tell you've calmed down, lips pressing against hers softly, she pulls away, a softer smile directed at you.

"Good girl for taking your punishment so well," she praises, blushing at her words as she moves her hand back down your body, her middle finger circling your clit slowly, mouth parting at the pleasure. "Are you going to be good now?" You nod instantly at her words, making her chuckle at your desperation, her finger moving to slide back inside you, another swiftly joining it.

"Shit, Wanda," you sigh out against her lips, hips moving against her hands as she fucks you with her fingers, her palm brushing your clit with every thrust, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Please don't stop," you plead, eyes conveying your desperation for her to not stop, to keep fucking you like she was starved.

"I won't stop," she reassures, claiming your lips for a hungry kiss as your hands fight the restraints again, wanting to pull her closer to you. Her mouth moves to kiss your neck as you struggle to keep the kiss going, moans spilling from your lips at her relentless pace, her mouth travelling even lower to your chest, swirling her tongue around your nipple and sucking on it. Your back arches at her touch, a wanton moan being ripped out of you as her fingers curl just at the right spot, your vision blurring from the pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck," you groan as she has you teetering right on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. "Please can I come? Please let me come," your tone is laced with neediness as you stare down at woman, her groaning around your breast at the tone of your voice.

"Come for me Detka," she whispers, crashing her mouth back to yours, trying to swallow the scream that leaves your lips, body tensing as waves and waves of pleasure crash through you. Your thighs close around her hand, trembling at the intensity of your orgasm as your left to whimper into her mouth, hips bucking against her hand as you ride out the aftershocks of it, body eventually slumping against the sheets in exhaustion.

You barely process what happens next, Wanda untying your hands and peppering kiss to your wrists where the ties were, her mouth murmuring sweet and loving praise, hands coaxing your body into relaxing against her.

Once she realises she isn't getting you to go into the bathroom with her, she brings a cloth in to wash you quickly so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable, lips pressing against your temples as you mutter her name softly, arms tiredly lifting to hold her close, a smile sneaking onto your lips as she discards the item, allowing herself to be pulled into your embrace.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she whispers, snaking her arms under your body and switching the positions, your head buried against her breasts as you wanted to drift to sleep, the previous activities having tired you out completely.

"I'm yours," you mumble drowsily, looking at her with tired eyes as you get lost in the loving green, "I'll always be yours, I love you."

"I love you too Detka," she whispers back, smiling as your head returns to her chest, the older woman's fingers brushing your hair out of your face. You let out a content sigh at her actions, Wanda's eyes filled with care as you snuggle closer to her, hand wrapping around her waist, leg sliding over hers, "Goodnight Moya Lyubov."

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FOUND YOU AGAIN

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You lost Natasha a long time ago, what will you do when you find each other again?

A/N: So, this came to me after @inluvwithfictionalwomen made me to go through Black Widow again, I hope reading this comforts you as much as writing it did to me. Also, I made the gif 😌 Also is very long so bear with me

Warnings: Mentions of the red room, implied murder, some violence I guess. If you see more let me know

Word count: 6.8k+

[You do not have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours]

OHIO 1995

Kids were running in your street, riding their bikes, and playing around together. You could see them from your usual spot at your living room window. You would often seat there waiting rather impatiently for a certain blue-haired girl that had completely stolen your heart.

You met Natasha while waiting for your mother to arrive home from work. You would seat at the window hoping your mother would make it to have dinner with you, she would often be too late so, you ended up eating alone. One of those days you were yet again in your usual spot when a blue-haired girl fell from her bike in front of your house. Your mother was a nurse so, wanting to help the girl was in your genes. You rushed outside and helped her get up. She had a few bruises forming and a few scratches. The one on her knee being in needs to be cleaned, you invited her inside and cleaned it for her.

From there on you and Natasha were inseparable. You would meet outside your house, she always went with her bike to give you a short ride to a small clearing between some trees where there was a small playground. There you would spend your afternoon with her and sometimes you would be joined by her younger sister. Today wasn't any different, as soon as you saw Natasha stopping outside your door, you ran outside to hug her as usual which she gladly returned. After closing your door you hopped onto the bike behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, a very innocent action to prevent you from falling that aroused those very familiar butterflies you hear about in movies in both of you.

When you were all secured behind Natasha, she started pedaling towards the playground you two knew like the back of your hands. You left the bike near a three and walked closer to your spot, before you got there, you and Natasha did your very familiar whistle which was soon returned by a young blond. Now the three of you spend the better part of two hours just playing and talking, enjoying your afternoon.

Melina, Natasha's mother went to get them to get dinner, as usual, she invited you too but, today your mom was arriving early to have dinner with you so, you politely declined her offer. Melina left with Yelena on her side and left Nat to say goodbye, you guys watched them walk away until they were out of your line of sight.

Nat turned to look at you and realized that your eyes were already on hers making her slightly blush. On one hand, she was nervous because she had never felt like that for someone, definitely not for any of her other friends, she was afraid you would say no to her date and that she would lose you, and on the other hand, she knew she needed it to do it soon, after all, she was well aware that this was a mission and it was nothing permanent so, she needed to make a move before she wasn't able to.

With a mix of determination and shyness, she looked you in the eyes. "I need to ask you something" Her cheeks were blushing under your intense stare.

"Yeah, of course, anything" You could tell she was nervous but, you also couldn't ignore how cute she looked like this, she wasn't like this with anyone else, only you, it was one of the things you really liked about her.

"Would you... Uhm, like to go on a date" She paused to hear your answer but, she confused your amusement with confusion. "With me... tonight, after dinner" You couldn't take your eyes away from her, she was beyond nervous and yet again she confused your reaction or lack thereof with rejection. "You don't have to say yes, it was just a silly question." She lowered her head to look at her hand that was resting on her lap. This is what finally broke you out of your amusement and made you react.

You quickly moved your hand to hold hers, you interlaced your fingers with her, an action that made Natasha look up at your face again, and this time she was met with the biggest smile she had ever seen on your face. "Of course, I want to go on date with you, Nat"

If this was a competition to see who's heart beat faster, you both would have a tie, you were so happy to find out that your feelings were actually reciprocated and that she had, had the courage to ask you and so was Natasha at your answer.

She had a lot of things to figure out like, what would happen when her mission was over? Would she tell you the truth? How would you react to finding out who she really was and what she and her family were doing? But, right now she couldn't care less about that, she decided that she was going to enjoy every second she had with you.

"Come on, dinner, big girl!" You both heard Melina yell from a few feet away.

"I guess that's your cue..." You whispered next to her, not really wanting to let go of her hand but, both of you had to go home.

"Yeah… I'll go get you at your house when we're done, I promise." She holds your hand a little tighter. She loved the feeling of her hand in yours and just like you, she didn't want to let go.

"I'll be waiting…" You both got up at that without letting go of each other hands. You leaned into her and gave her a shy kiss on her cheek that had both of you blushing furiously. "See you in a minute..." With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you let go of her and made your way to your house. Natasha stayed in her place just reliving the moment she had with you with a big smile on her face that no one or anything could take away.

Or so she thought.

Natasha walked home after a few moments of reliving that beautiful moment which she hoped could live again if not make it better later that afternoon. Once she was inside she could see her sister Yelena setting the napkins on the table. She walked to the fridge to get something when she heard the front door closing.

"Dad's home" Melina said while Natasha walked to take her place in front of her mother after she greeted her dad.

It was a warm scenario, the family she had always wanted. Natasha ended up in the hands of the Red Room when she was very young, she only knew what a family was from those American movies and shows she was forced to watch to learn English. She felt comfortable there, despite the training she already had and the lessons she had learned, she was still just a kid, who only wanted this, dinner as a family, going to school, having friends, you. She wanted a normal life, despite how unrealistic that was for her.

When Melina took her seat next to Yelena, she looked up to Alexei, who hadn't taken his seat, instead, he went to look outside through the window that faced Natasha's back.

"Is everything okay?" Melina asked worriedly. Alexei turned and gave a knowing stare that Melina knew all too well. She stood from her seat and followed him to a more private area to talk.

Natasha and Yelena were equally puzzled about it but, since the younger of the sisters was still too little to understand, she had no idea what was about to happen, unlike the blue-haired girl, who had an idea about what they could be talking about.

"No..." The woman said understanding what this was about, to which the man only answer nodding his head. "How long do we have?" Melina asked in a whisper.

"An hour maybe" Alexei responded in the same way.

"I don't want to go…" Her whisper was barely audible but, Alexei was close enough, so he did. Melina had actually enjoyed the three-year mission, she enjoyed being a mother, knowing that she could never have biological ones, knowing that the red room would never allow her to have kids on her own.

"Don't say that…" He said before they both went back to take their seats at the table.

"Girls, remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure?" Natasha answers with a nod. "Today is the day."

Yelena yelled excited about this adventure her father seemed so happy about, she was completely unaware of what this adventure was but, Natasha could feel her heart sink when she heard her dad saying those words. She thought she had more time, she had a date to go to, this meant that she probably wouldn't even have time to say goodbye, she was going to leave you and wouldn't be able to explain why. She should've told you who she was and what she was doing there.

Everything that happened after that was a blur to Natasha. She managed to gather some things to take with her just like everyone else did too. She saved some books, pictures and one of the most important things, something you gave her, a necklace. It was a simple leather cord with a circle at the end. It might be a simple circle but, you had told her once that your destiny started with her and no matter what happened, it was going to bring her back to her. She put the necklace on and swore that she would never take it off. It was the least she could do.

She remembers going in the car and the next thing she knows there's a government-issued SUV with the words SHIELD written on the sides trailing behind them. She could see your house for a few seconds from the car window. She wished she had received a warning, a sign, anything that told her what was happening, she would've spent more time with you. The guilt of leaving you was going to weigh heavy on her, she could already feel it.

An hour later Natasha had been forced to pilot the small plane her parents had as an escape. Yelena was scared behind her, Melina had been shot and was next to her, telling her what to do and after some minutes of her taking off, Alexei had been able to go on the plane.

And yet all she could really focus on was you. You should be already waiting at your window like you always did, wondering where she was and was she coming to get you. She could even imagine the disappointment on your face after realizing she wasn't coming.

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Turns out, Natasha was right, after eating dinner with your mom, you went to your usual spot at the window waiting even more impatiently than before. Your leg bounced with anticipation, just waiting for Natasha to make her appearance at your house. The minutes seemed like hours and you wondered if maybe she wasn't coming.

An hour after that you decided to go get her, maybe something happened and she couldn't go to you. You walked there with a hundred scenarios in your head about what could've happened one worse after the other. When you got there after a few minutes you got there and you were shocked by the sight in front of you.

The house was surrounded by black SUVs that seemed to be from the government. You hid behind some bushes and just stared at them, you couldn't believe it, just a while ago everything was okay, Natasha was just going home to have dinner and now she was nowhere to be found. You decided to go into the house from a small hidden door that Natasha had shown you once. The door lead to her room which was miraculously empty, maybe those people weren't interested in her room.

You tried looking for any sign of her, anything that could tell you what was going on. You looked everywhere but, you came up empty-handed, there was nothing. You took a seat on the edge of her bed just thinking about her, she didn't leave a sign, note, or clue, nothing. Maybe they just left, maybe something bad happened, you didn't know.

You were so distracted with your questions that you failed to notice the man standing at the door. "What are you doing here kid?" You jumped at this man's voice. "This isn't your house…"

"I... my friend… she, I think something happened to her" The man could see how worried and sad you were, of course, he knew what was happening but, he couldn't disclose that to you and maybe you knew something that could help him.

"I'm agent Coulson, what's your name?" He took a seat next to you on Natasha's bed.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes that you refused to let fall down your face. "I'm Y/N..."

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A few hours later, the plane landed with the four of them. Natasha watched as her mother was being transported from her father's arms to a stretcher that Dreykov had his army put together for her. Everything was happening so fast, one minute they were in the air and now Yelena and Nat were hovering over their mother's body, listening to her words.

"Never let them take your heart" Melina said in a weak voice. Those words would be forever engraved in Natasha's memory. Natasha stood in her place after being pushed by one of the soldiers that were treating Melina.

She went to Yelena's side and hold her while the soldiers worked on their mom. After Melina was taken inside of a plane, Yelena tried to run to her father but, one of the soldiers stopped her by holding her arm. This made Natasha's blood boil while she ran to aid her sister. She fought the soldier and ended with his gun while she protected Yelena behind her.

Alexei walked to her and tried to calm her. "Honey! You're going to need to hand me that gun" He said as he kept walking closer to her with his hands raised.

"I don't want to go back there" She said in a low tone of voice. "I want to stay in Ohio... I want to stay with Y/N" Alexei knew of his daughter's infatuation with you but, he also knew that it was never going to last.

The last words Natasha remembered saying were "You can't take her, you can't, she's only six" to which her dad responded "You were even younger" She was drugged and placed inside the plane after that.

TEN YEARS LATER

You didn't want to remember that night you lost Nat, the only good thing that came out of that day was that you got to meet the organization for which you are currently working for. That night after Coulson had met you, he made sure you were one of the best agents. He had convinced your mother to send you to a special school, which was a code for a program that had been opened only for you at Coulson's request. Being Fury's right hand could come in handy sometimes.

You were now one of the bests agents that the agency had seen in a long time, not only in knowledge but, you were good in combat and strategy too. You divided your time between missions and mentoring new agents, everything seemed to be great, you had a nice job that you enjoyed, a nice apartment, no debts, and you could even take your mom to dinner once a week. So, why did you still feel like you were missing something? It was a stupid crush you had on a girl that yes, ended very tragically with her dead, or at least that's what you had been told but, it had been over 10 years ago, why did it still hurt you to remember?

Today was one of those days you mentored a few new agents. You were walking to the gym with your coffee in hand when you saw your friend running to you. Clint Barton was older than you but, he had the spirit of a child, that's why you got along so well. He's the one that got you to be a mentor since the other group was being mentored by him and he needed a hand.

"Y/N I need a favor" He was panting, he must have been looking for you all over the place.

"What is it this time?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him, he had made asking for favors a habit now.

"I need you to take my group today, I have an urgent mission and they need a mentor, please" He looked at you with his best imitation of puppy eyes and you could refuse but, this favor meant you could get free drinks for like a week so, you agreed to help him.

"You pay for drinks for a week!" You yelled after he thanked you and ran to his locker to get his suit and weapons.

"Sure thing!" He yelled before he was out of your sight. With a deep sigh, you turn on your heels and walked to the gym.

In front of you stood a group twice its usual size thanks to Clint's mission and while you didn't like big crowds, there was nothing you could do about it now. You went on with your tutoring, today's lesson was hand-to-hand combat which happened to be one of your specialties. After three hours of extensive training, you let your students go. It was almost lunchtime anyway so, after your shower you went to find something to eat. This was your usual routine whenever you were not on a mission.

A week has passed and besides your two days stake out that ended as usual with your target down, there was nothing too exciting, just your routine, at least it was until after your lunch. You received a message from Director Fury asking to talk to you, it wasn't that common for him to talk to you, not even when something went wrong, that was usually handled by agent Hill.

You walked with confidence which you insisted on showing despite the anxiety that you felt on the inside. You had trained to not show any emotions, you knew how important it was in your line of work, your poker face had to be on almost a 100% of the time so, after a while, it just became your second nature.

You stood in front of Fury's door, it was funny how intimidating it looked now. With a deep sigh, you lift your hand to give a strong but gentle knock while preparing yourself for whatever awaited on the other side.

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Clint had been watching how his target moved around the city, he could see how smart she was, he knew that if they didn't think alike, it would be near impossible to find her. When she finally stayed still in a sheep hotel room, he went to her. As to be expected, she was waiting for him. Despite how skillful the target had seemed to Clint, he made the terrible mistake to underestimate her.

The target had the upper hand at the moment in the fight, she was able to avoid Clint's hits faster than he could process. She was very efficient and Clint was starting to get tired, every time he seemed to have the upper hand, he was quickly proven otherwise. Until one small mistake from the woman in front of him, she tripped while walking backward without taking her eyes away from the agent.

That trip gave Clint all the advantage he needed to pin her down on the ground. He took out his knife, ready to terminate his target when something in her neck caught his eye. She was wearing a necklace with a symbol he recognized all too well, it might have been a simple circle but, he knew the story, after all, he is the one that convinced you to get it tattooed.

Before he met you, he read your file, how you met the agency, and what happened that night. He never dared to ask about it until you became friends, you told him everything, from the day you met Natasha Romanoff till the night she was gone. You had been told that she was gone, she had died and even after 10 years, he could see the pain in your eyes, despite how good you were at hiding your feelings. He could recognize the necklace on her neck because that was the one you gave her, it might have been a simple circle but, it had Natasha's initials and yours.

He faltered his movements, this was a good chance for the redhead to fight back but, to his surprise, she didn't, she felt like this was it, it was over for her, finally everything she had done had caught up with her. Clint saw that in her eyes, she had given up so, he did the only thing he could do, he saved her.

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Back at headquarters, you went inside after a deep voice told you to come in. You tried to read him, you were good at reading people but, some showed up from time to time that you couldn't read, Fury was one of them. You took a seat in front of his desk and waited for him to do the talking.

"Relax agent, this is nothing bad" You might have been surprised that he read you but, he was Nicholas Fury, he had taught you how to read people. "Is about a project I've been thinking about for a while, I wanted you to be a part of it."

That took you by surprise, also it helped you actually relax your shoulders, you hadn't even noticed how tense they were until now. "What is this project about? Does it have a name?"

"It's called the Avengers initiative…" He went on and on about this being a group of remarkable people to see if they could work together to fight the battles that they never could. Not many people knew this but, Fury could talk your ears off when he wanted something.

"I don't understand… you want me to be a member of this group?" The truth was, it didn't seem like he had everything figured out yet, like he said, it was just an idea, not a very good one, at least right now.

"That and for you to help me find and convince some people to join it" Great, now you had to help him finish planning his project. You were about to ask for some time to think about it when you both received an alert from Clint's quinjet. He said that the mission hadn't gone bad but, it hadn't ended the way it was supposed to. You and Clint were both highly trained assassins, all your mission had to end the same way, the target down so, this could've gone one of two ways, he was injured and the target was down, or the target is still alive somewhere.

To your surprise, not only his target was alive but, she was on the quinjet with him. That's at least what he said before you and Fury rushed to the tarmac. When Clint walked outside of the quinjet, he had a look you hadn't seen before, one you couldn't quite read which was unsettling on its own, then a redhead came out right before him.

Your eyes locked with hers and there was something so familiar about this woman in front of you. You both had changed a lot since the last time you had seen each other. Her hair was the same length as 10 years ago but, the color was different, she looked so mature now, she looked beautiful but, different. So were you, your hair was the same color but, it was longer now, your once very readable and kind face was replaced by a very cold and serious one, one that she couldn't read anymore.

Neither of you said anything, you let Clint and Fury talk for you, while you kept analyzing her, it took some seconds but, you could read her, she was scared and relieved, she also looked conflicted, probably because she didn't expect to ever see you again, much less in a circumstance like this.

"Y/L/N take her to a room" That took you out of your little stare contest. You only nodded as a response.

"Follow me" You gestured to her the way you were going. As you walked passed Fury, he softly grabbed your arm.

"Make sure we can trust her" He whispered close to you.

"Yes sir" You quickly responded and after making sure that Natasha was following behind you, you started the walk.

To say that the silence was awkward was an understatement, neither of you seemed to want to talk about that night when you both took different paths than what you hoped at the time. So, you did the most coherent thing you could, small talk. You talked about the agency, you showed her the place on the way to her room and while you didn't exactly expect her to talk, it did take you by surprise that all you got was a nod every few words you said.

Once your little tour ended in her room, you opened the door and let her in. It wasn't much, a single bed, a nightstand, a bathroom, and a desk. "There should be some clothes in the closet, is probably sports clothes, the bathroom has fresh towels and if you need something, you can tell me, I'll stick around for a while, if not, you can call me, I'll hand you a phone later."

She nodded gratefully and took a look around, it wasn't much but, it was more than what she used to have.

"Look, I don't know what happened or where you've been in the last 10 years but, I need to know if I can trust you now" You looked at her hoping this time she would talk. She seemed hesitant, she had waited so long for something like this, to see you again and now that she had you right in front of her, she didn't seem to find the words. With a deep sigh, you looked down, you wanted to talk to her, you wanted to hold her but, how could you be sure this was your Nat?

After a minute of her just staring, you decided to leave her to process everything, and when you turned to leave she spoke. "You can still trust me Y/N" You turned again to look at her in the eyes and see if she was lying, you searched for something to not face the fact that she was right in front of you again but, you didn't find anything.

"Thank you..." You whispered before leaving the room.

You didn't know how to feel, you had been told she was gone, that there was no way she had survived, and yet, here she was, just a few feet away from you. How do you handle something like that?

After you had given Natasha the cell phone with every possible contact she might need, you went to your apartment. You felt tired and yet you couldn't seem to be able to fall asleep, your mind kept thinking about Natasha, about that night that had led you right where you were now. That night had changed your future, you could see that now.

You wanted to believe that the Natasha you had seen today was the same 11-year-old girl with blue hair that you had met but, how could she? When not even you were the same. You both were completely different people now and yet, the feelings you felt all those years ago were still there, after 10 years, you still loved her but, you didn't know if you could love this Natasha, not without getting to know her first. Which was going to be a bit difficult since the pain you felt that night was also still there.

Your mind kept racing all those questions and possible explanations, neither was better than the next one, you didn't know what happened to her, where she has been all these years, or why she hadn't even tried to call you if she was still alive, you were hurt and you weren't sure what to do now. Between thinking about all those things and tossing and turning in bed you didn't really realize when your alarm sounded.

You were more than tired by now, you managed to take a shower which helped a little to remove the traces of how tired you were. You were about to make coffee when you received an urgent message from Fury, he wanted to talk to you again, this time about making Natasha an official SHIELD agent, he wanted to discuss terms with you, for some reason.

After your coffee, you made your way to headquarters and went straight to Fury's office to find Natasha already there. You walked inside and took a seat next to her, in front of Fury.

"Now that you're here Y/L/N, I'm going to make an official proposal to you, Natasha Romanoff" He said looking between the both of you. Natasha only nodded, since it was apparently all she could do at the moment. "I'm willing to hire you as an agent here, I think your set of skills could be... helpful" You could sense the terms of that deal coming. "But, you have to prove your loyalty first, if what you told agent Barton is true and you know where Dreykov is, I need you to terminate him… You do that and I'll protect you here, I'll keep your file under extreme confidentiality and you'll be able to work and live here for as long as you like."

It sounded fair, whoever that Dreykov was, must be pretty bad to be considered a target. It seemed like a fair deal for her but, you still had no idea why you had to be there and not Clint since he was the one that decided to bring Natasha back and was the one she had actually talked to. "And... what am I doing here exactly? It seems personal"

"You agent Y/L/N, are going to go with her and make sure she does exactly what she's supposed to." You looked at Natasha and Fury and figured there was no way you could defy a direct order.

"Yes, sir" You never hesitated when it came to following orders, after all, it was what you were trained to do.

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BUDAPEST - TWO WEEKS LATER

You had been on a stakeout for a whole week before you got the hang of Dreykov's schedule, he was smart but, eventually, everyone makes a mistake. You were now waiting for Natasha's signal to pull the trigger of the explosives you had rigged earlier. "We need confirmation that Dreykov's in the building" You said on your radio.

"Dreykov's car is pulling up now" She said while she watched a little girl run up the stairs of the building's entrance.

"Natasha, are we clear?" You asked her since from your position, you couldn't see what you needed to confirm he was inside.

Natasha hated to do this, she didn't want to get an innocent girl involved but, she needed to get rid of that man. She saw the girl put down her backpack on a table that was just under the window, she could confirm now. "All clear" She answered back on the radio. As soon as you heard her, you pulled the trigger. You both stayed until all it was left was rubble. You both tried to find any signs that he was alive but, apparently there was nobody left to be identified.

When the dust settled and there was nothing else to be done, you heard the worst sound you could hear on a mission like this, police sirens. You and Natasha hurried to the car to get out as fast as possible but, it wasn't fast enough. The Hungarian special forces were all over you and you had no way to leave the city, at least not with them having all the entrances and exits under surveillance.

You ditched the car and decided it was better to continue on foot, after a while you both sensed someone was following you so, you ran to the subway to try to either hide or use it to escape. You tried to appear normal while making your way down to the platform.

Once you were there you had the idea to actually get on the train and try to find somewhere where you could lay low for a few days until you could get out but, Natasha had a better one. She leads you to the hatch of a vent in the ceiling. It was actually bigger than you thought and it should work. There's a hatch on the floor too so if they ever come here to look for you, that's the first thing they'll check.

You both spend a few minutes just catching your breath and gathering your thoughts. It wasn't an easy mission, you were both painfully aware of what you had done and the emotional toll it would have on the two of you, not to mention the elephant in the room, well, vent. In all the days you had been with Natasha not a single word apart from the mission had been said. No questions were asked, no comments were made and by now you were both aching to just clear the air about everything that had happened.

After the first two hours where all you did was either look at each other or down at the people through the vent, Natasha decided enough was enough so, she broke the silence. "How did you end up being a SHIELD agent? I thought you wanted to be a nurse like your mom."

"Things didn't go as planned… I met the agency the night you were gone" There was little to no emotion as you remembered that night.

Natasha wanted to know what happened after she left, what made you change curses, what made you become an assassin when you didn't have to so, after a short silence she decided to ask. "What happened that night?" During the time you had been there, she had avoided looking at you in the eyes but, now, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of yours.

You took a deep breath and told her how worried you were, how you ended up in her room, and how Coulson had taken you under his wing with the special program and everything. You told her that the anger you felt once they had told you she was gone had to be channeled into something that could help so, that's what they made you. They had created who you were now and despite how angry you felt when you found out about it, you just accepted who you were now, it was still helping make the world a better place, or at least that's how you felt.

Natasha felt guilty, she knew she had made a mistake when she didn't tell you who she really was, what she was actually doing there but, she also knew how much she enjoyed that simple life, going to school despite how boring it was, it was the normal thing she could never have, falling for you, was also something that she felt natural, normal. Everything she had been taught from the day she got back was how her feelings were a weakness, how the normal was nothing to be proud of, and yet, she felt comfort whenever she looked back at those times, those times where you were playing with her and her sister Yelena, who she had no idea where she was or if she was even alive anymore.

"My real name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova, I was a child when my mother abandoned me and the Red Room found me..." She took a deep breath, she looked conflicted, so you let her take her time. "When I went to Ohio, it was a mission in a lab, that was all I knew, we were all a part of the agency… even Yelena," She told you about the training, the missions, even the graduation ceremony, you didn't know what to say, you felt so stupid by being mad about that night, she had no control over it. You just looked at her with tears in your eyes, your eyes went through every expression, scratch on her face from the previous encounters with the officers before you got there, until your eyes fell on her neck, after all this time, she still had the necklace you gave her.

"You still have it…" She followed your line of sight and realized you were talking about her necklace.

"It was the only thing that helped me get through the training" She said while touching the circle in it. You couldn't help touching your ribs, where the same circle was tattooed in. Natasha looked at you puzzled, it was cute seeing her confused. "Are you hurt?" She asked, focusing on one of the hundred theories she had about your action.

"No, I... had that circle tattooed on my ribs a few years ago" You and Natasha had unshed tears in your eyes, you both were aching for comfort but, neither dared to try and comfort the other.

"I'm sorry Y/N... I should've been honest with you, I should've told you who I really was and what I was doing" Her tears finally started to fall down her face and this time you couldn't hold it in anymore, despite the awkward positions you were seated in, you got close to her and you hugged her. You wrapped your arms around her and she cling to your body like her life depended on it, she had waited 10 years to feel your arms around her again and she wasn't going to take it for granted again, not after losing you for so long.

Your own tears fell at the sight of her, she seemed to be trained the same way you were, at least about feelings, she looked tough but, she was still the girl you had met all those years ago. She was still your Natasha, under all that trauma, all that training, she was still the same blue-haired girl you had fallen in love with. After a few minutes, she moved away from you and cleaned the traces of her tears from her cheeks as you did the same.

"You owe me a date..." You said while smirking trying to lighten the mood. This made her laugh, you missed that laugh.

"I think I owe you way more than a date by now" She smiled at you and at that moment you decided you were going to be the bold one this time. You moved closer to her slowly, giving her enough time to step out if she wanted but, she wanted this as much as you did, she met you halfway and lifted her hand to caress your cheek. You leaned to her touch and let her take the next move. Natasha pulled you closer to her and she finally kissed you. Suddenly you felt like it hadn't been 10 years at all, you felt like you were back in that playground watching the fireflies, holding her hand, you felt like you weren't in some dirty vents on a mission after your lives had gone downhill. Her lips were even softer than you had thought. The warmth you felt in your chest was overwhelming and yet, it had been the missing piece, the thing you were missing since that night.

It took two days inside the vents for you to be able to leave the station and eight more to leave the city but, now it didn't bother you at all, as long as you had her next to you, everything was going to be okay. Natasha could swear she had never been so happy, she thought she was never going to feel whole again and now that she had you next to her, she wasn't going to go anywhere, not without you.

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Chapter Seven: They're Mine

Summary: Natasha is determined to find her wings - for if someone is willing to kill for them, then so is she.

Pairings: Devil!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Angel!Yelena x Natasha (sisters), Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings: Torture (waterboarding, sort of), murder (as always), Steve is still a douche, lots of soft Natasha but also lots of angy devil Nat, descriptions of murder. lmk if there's anything else pls, i'm typing this in the witching hours of the night.

A/N - There is a lot of italics and bold in this. When I use these, italics will often mean emphasis on the word/s, a different language or the name of something. With bold, it's either when Natasha is using her mojo, someone is yelling/growling or when combined with italics, is subsequently a combination of both yelling/growling and emphasis.

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*not my gif* - these are Natasha's wings, I hope I described them well!

Lux was quite empty save for a few dancers, Wanda and a man, as well as waiters and waitresses. Wanda watched the dancer in front of her with a wide grin before she looked over to the lonesome man. She gave him a not-so-subtle wink and lured him upstairs, using her inhuman speed to climb the secret stairs and get into the hot tub on the balcony.

The sound of the elevator ding alerted her, her ear twitching minutely before the man’s footsteps were easily heard across the tiles. At his hesitation, she grinned and looked slightly over her shoulder, the bikini showing off some small tattoos dotted on her skin.

“What are you waiting for? Hop in.”

Her simple seduction technique worked for his lust-drunk brain, disrobing into just his shorts before he sank into the water. Wanda pulled him close, and just as she was about to kiss him, her fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down slightly.

He didn’t know that she would hold him underwater though, the thrashing in likeness to a prey caught between a shark’s mouth. She easily brought him back up, holding his head in a lock that could easily snap his neck.

Natasha, in a dark red and black-lined bikini, sank into the water on the other side. Her vibrant hair was all tied up in a neat ballerina bun, but a few small wisps that touched the water were as bright as blood. “Hello, Sergei. Waters a bit rough, are they?” She teased.

“What-what the hell are you doing?” Sergei coughed.

Her head tilted to the side slightly as her feet brushed against Sergei’s legs, gradually getting higher and higher. “Isn't it obvious? I'm going to brutally torture you until you give me what I want. My wings… Where are they?”

Sergei looked at her like she was crazy. “What wings? I don't even know what you're talking about!”

A simple brush against Wanda’s thigh had the demon pushing him back underwater, looking at her queen as she rolled her eyes. “Why do they always insist on being so difficult?”

After a few more seconds, another brush had Sergei sputtering water everywhere. “As you can see, I'm not playing, so let's try again, shall we? My wings, please.”

“Why would I take your wings?! I don't even know who you are!” He begged.

She sighed. “I'm Natasha Romanoff. And you, you small-peckered fool, are Sergei Bok, a known smuggler. You move just about anything you can get your trashy hands on.”

“Please, lady! I don't have 'em! I swear. Okay? I don't know what I'd do with a pair-”

Wanda dunked him back down, easily able to control him whilst he thrashed around. “Maybe if I hit him a few times?” She offered Natasha.

The redhead sighed, shaking her head as she caressed Wanda’s skin. “Though I hate to say it, I'm not sure violence is the trick here. I'm beginning to wonder if this human stain is actually telling the truth.”

Wanda almost leapt forward in defiance. “No! He's scum. He'll say anything.”

“Maybe it's not him… Maybe it's us.”

“Us?”

Natasha nodded, almost solemnly. “He's the fifth man we've accosted this week. Perhaps we're - dare I say it - going about this wrong? It might even be time to seek the help of a professional.”

Natasha stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped her towel around her waist, stopping for a moment when there wasn’t more thrashing. “Wanda…”

The sound of Sergei gasping for air was all that she needed to hear, walking into her bathroom to have a shower.

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Whilst you were normally comfortable with a few eyes in you in the precinct, you weren’t expecting almost every pair as you walked towards your desk for the start of your day.

“Hey.” You muttered as Steve came to your side.

“I don't know that you want to be here right now, Y/N.” He warned you cryptically.

“What, do I have a ‘hate me’ sign on my face?”

“If only it were that simple. It's about Malcolm.”

“What about him?” You squeezed through a gap between two men, their glaring eyes making you glare back.

“The guy's been in a coma for months. His wife decided to pull the plug. Malcolm's dying today, and you're still investigating him for corruption.” Steve explained.

“So, what, they hate me even more now that I won't put a halo on his head?” You scoffed.

“Maybe stay away from the precinct tonight. Cops are having a living wake.”

“Anything else?”

“It would make everyone's life easier if you would close your investigation.”

You shook your head as you chuckled wryly. “You know, Steve, I thought we were actually making progress there for a second, but once again, look who's on Team Everyone Else.”

He scoffed. “I'm trying to protect you.”

“From what? Catching a criminal or hurting your rep?”

“It's not about any of that. It's about Malcolm's family. If there's an open investigation calling for his dismissal, it can cost them his benefits, his pension, all of it.”

“So, what, you want me to just drop it? Just turn my back on everything I stand for?” You turned away.

He grabbed your wrist. “No. I'm saying if you want to do something about it, then do it now. You have 24 hours. Or let it go and let his family move on.”

You ripped your wrist from his hand, pointing a finger in his face. “Do not touch me.”

He raised his hands in surrender and you grabbed your things, going back home to use those 24 hours wisely.

You didn’t think that it would entail having Natasha.

“Is this really what you do in your spare time? How fascinatingly morose. Do you ever think of taking up knitting?”

You jumped at the sound of her voice, looking at her outfit of a black-on-black suit. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm here because I could really use your expertise. You're not busy, are you?” She looked down at the pages and pages of information surrounding you in a semicircle.

You stood. “Actually, shocker, I am busy. And it's really not a good day for... your... Natashaness.” You gestured to her whole body.

“Huh?”

You turned her around and guided her to the door. “Here's an idea. Call next time.”

She easily closed the door, watching you sigh and go to the fridge. “No, no, no. Hold on. Now, I'm not one to get into the feels, usually, but... you seem genuinely distressed. You okay? Do you want to... I don't know... chat about it or something? Sex is always on the table.”

You scoffed as you poured a glass of water from the cold jug. “You never quit, do you?”

“No, no, I’m not known for it. However… I'm simply offering an ear. Come on. Tell Tasha what’s wrong.” She cooed teasingly, seating herself on the opposite side of the kitchen counter.

You sighed. “Remember the Palmetto case I was telling you about?”

Her eyebrows raised. “The case that's been consuming you, causing people to despise you, call you names... people that I even quarrelled with because of it? No, it doesn't ring a bell.”

You chuckled. “Well, they're pressuring me to drop the case, assume the party line, and say the guy died a hero.”

“My spidey sense tells me dropping it's not what you want, is it?” She assumed.

You nodded. “I want the truth.”

“Well, then seek it out! You're a police officer. You don't need anyone's permission.”

You blindly looked around the room, nodding your head slightly. “Hmm. That's decent-ish advice.”

“I know. I'm quite good. Anyway, now we've helped you, my turn. See, I'm sort of working on a case of my own. And it seems that I've... Well, hit a bit of a snag.” She sighed, annoyed.

“A case? Um… What kind of case is it?” You kept yourself from laughing at her.

“Well, the nature of the investigation isn't important. I'm strictly here for professional advice. What do you do when your case hits a wall?” She asked, hands clasped together like she was praying.

“Mmm. What do I do when I get stuck?” You asked for clarification, which she gave with a nod.

“Well, I grab a pair of fresh eyes - someone who's not gonna be afraid to be honest with me, even if it's not what I want to hear.”

“Well, well. That's a brilliant idea.” She hummed.

“Yeah. It kinda is.” You murmured, grabbing some evidence from behind you. “So maybe if you help me, I could help you…”

And Natasha was gone.

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The beach was almost empty, given that the waters were beginning to cool, and the sound of a single wing flap didn’t make Natasha turn.

“What are we doing here, Natasha?” Yelena asked, standing by her sister in her formal clothing.

“I like to come here from time to time. Dip my toes in the sand, breathe the ocean air, walk down memory lane.” She chuckled.

“You see, five years ago, when Wands and I abandoned Hell, I landed right here on this beach. This is where I flipped dead old Dad the grandest of birds and had Wands sever my wings.”

“And why are you telling me this? Honestly, why summon me here at all? Surely it's not just to reminisce.” Yelena scoffed.

“I've asked you here because those same wings have been stolen. And I need your help to get them back.” Natasha looked towards her sister, who was already looking at her in disbelief.

“Your wings are missing?”

“Sorry, is there an echo? Isn't that what I just said?”

“What exactly am I supposed to do with that news?!” Yelena barked, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Use your angelic powers to soar around the city and find them. I mean, really, what good's an angel if he can't help a sister out? Am I right?” Natasha held her fist out for Yelena to bump, but she didn’t.

“Tasha, since your grand departure from Hell, I've been the one that's had to patrol the gates, I've been the one keeping damned souls from slipping loose - a job, by the way, that I loathe.”

“I didn't ask for that.”

“But those wings out there in the human world? Tasha, they're too powerful. A piece of divinity. Humanity can't handle them. And if they fall into the wrong hands-”

"Then people might die? Yeah, I get that. Just saw an asshole toss himself off a building after a mere peek at them, so if you're done telling me things I already know…” She took a deep breath, controlling her bubbling anger. “Will you help me or not?”

“You tell me something. If you truly hated the wings, why'd you hold onto them all this time?” Yelena grumbled.

Natasha shook her head. “That is none of your business, sister.”

“It's a sentimental move, Natasha. Especially for someone that was trying to leave their life behind.”

“Oh, please, here we go.”

“Maybe deep down you realise you never should've cut them off. And maybe that's why you left yourself an out.”

“Yeah. So are you done? Pretty words, but no. They're my property, I want them back, simple as that. If I can avoid an earth-shattering tragedy as well, bonus!”

“You wanted free will. You wanted accountability. Well…” Yelena let her wings fly out, their dark grey matching her formal clothing. “Fix your own damn mess, for once.”

Natasha watched her shoot up into the sky, time resuming around her before an idea popped into her head. After a lengthy phone call with you that ended up in an APB on angel wings and her help with Palmetto, Natasha parked her Corvette on the street, opposite your cop car.

*Oh, there he is.* Natasha thought to herself as she spotted Steve, straightening herself up as she walked in by your side.

“So, this is Palmetto Street.” She kicked an empty can like a child.

Steve chuckled dryly. “I'm sorry, why is she here again?”

“She helps me see things differently.” You answered.

“Yes, I've proved myself quite useful, Steve.” She glared at him before turning to you. “So, how can we help you?”

“All right, I want to reenact the shooting. I want to figure out what I missed.”

“How's that gonna prove anything?” Steve asked.

“Just humour me, thanks.” You turned to Natasha. “You will represent the seedy criminal element.” You placed her to one side.

“Oh, I believe you mean stunning criminal element.” She snickered.

Steve scoffed, but your careful eyebrow straightened him into position. “And Steve, you will stand for Malcolm. The tough-as-nails cop, who wishes I would leave this stupid case alone.”

“Ah, cute.” Steve smirked.

“And I will play myself. A chick who cannot figure out what the hell she saw. So in the months leading up to the shooting, we were following a French drug trafficker Nikolas Aoudi.”

Natasha was excited when you pointed at her. “Ooh, can I have a gun? I feel like Nikolas would definitely have a gun.”

Steve interjected. “Actually he was more of a hammer guy. He liked to break fingers and arms. Some legs and teeth too.”

“Right. Can I have a hammer, then?” The redhead turned to you, but you shook your head whilst Steve threw his arms up in the air.

“Somehow Aoudi kept evading the LAPD. I arrested one of his guys, I thought he was gonna flip. Then suddenly he changed his tune. The only cop who spoke to him was Malcolm. So, one night, I tracked him here, sneaking in through the side door. And I hid behind this glass.” You pointed to the red door on Natasha’s right, Steve’s left, and the redhead watched as your aura changed.

Yes - when she wanted, Natasha could see auras. She mostly used it on punishing mortal souls, depending on what their deadly sin and their aura was, but with you… it was different. They all had one singular colour, one defining trait to their souls.

When she looked at you, it looked like fireworks were going off around you. Red, blue, yellow, green, pink, turquoise - she registered this abnormality as you having mixed emotions.

“I could see them. It was Malcolm and Aoudi and his bodyguard. They… they looked like they were making a deal. Malcolm was holding cash.” You stammered.

“Hold on.” An idea came to Natasha as she faded her aura sight, fiddling with the inside of her suit to hand Steve a wad of cash. “Ooh, is that enough?” She handed over what could have easily been a thousand dollars based on the few hundred notes.

Steve took it whilst you continued talking. “A bribe, maybe. I'm not sure. But I leaned forward to hear what they were saying. And accidentally, I made a sound. I-I could feel it. Malcolm saw me, but he didn't react. He just went back to his conversation.”

You spun around, and Natasha grew alarmed at the glossy look in your eyes, a look she knew well.

PTSD.

“And that's when the shot went off. I-It didn't take long before bullets were flying everywhere. I had to brace behind the door, and then I ran in when it was quiet. Aoudi and his man were dead.”

You knelt down on the ground, Natasha’s concern never fading.

“Malcolm was on the floor, bleeding out.” You held your hand out gently towards the memory before it cleared, showing you the real world.

“There was nothing you could do.” Steve murmured quietly as you stood.

“It doesn't make sense.” Natasha stated.

“How?” You asked.

“Aoudi would have no desire to kill Malcolm. Trust me, if there's one thing I know, it's desire. I mean, if Malcolm were indeed corrupt, he'd be Aoudi's golden goose. It'd be quite dumb to shoot him.” She shrugged.

An idea popped into your head. “What if someone else was here?”

Steve put his hand on your shoulder. “The cops searched the place up and down, Y/N. There was no one else. Look, you may not want to believe it, but what if...?” He trailed off, making you sigh in defeat.

“I was wrong.”

Steve pulled out his phone as it rang, only taking four rings to answer. “Rogers. Uh, yeah. Okay, I will let her know.” He hung up, looking at you. “Did you really put out an APB for... angel wings?”

You shrugged, looking towards Natasha. “Maybe.”

“Well, it looks like they got a hit.”

Natasha’s eyes lit up. “Excellent! Right, my turn.”

She took your hand and gently pulled you out towards your cars, to which her Corvette hummed to life whilst yours… sputtered.

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Natasha didn’t like what the FBI had to say about her wings. But the information they gave was enough for her to go it alone, making a quick pit stop at Lux before she went on her way.

She handed the valet her keys after stepping out into a gorgeous suit with a red inside layer, standing out as she walked into the lobby. The dark red tie was an eye-catcher, but it was more so the assets around it that had some male attention. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a single but thick braid, her eyeshadow subtle but defining of her brilliant emerald eyes.

As she walked past a closed private room, her celestial senses fired off and she stopped, chuckling to herself. “Vyydi ottuda, sestra. (Come out of there, sister.)”

She watched Yelena step out of the shadows, wearing a similar suit to her own but with green exchanged for red, the dark green tie contrasting stunningly with her blonde hair. The stare she gave her devilish sister was one that the redhead enjoyed seeing, mostly because she liked annoying her.

“So what happened to going it alone, lying in my own mess and such? Or did you just want a front row seat to the action?” Natasha smirked as she led them down a hallway.

“I assure you, Natasha, I take no pleasure in following you around. But this is far too important to let you screw up.” Yelena grumbled, fidgeting with her cufflinks.

“Ah, so you just came to help?”

“I came to ensure the wings get back where they belong.”

“Which is where exactly?”

“You mean besides on your back?” The blonde scoffed.

Natasha chuckled at her quip. “Oh, surely, my fine-feathered friend, you don't expect that to happen.”

“They belong in the Heavens where they were created. If you don't want them, that's where they'll be.” Yelena concluded.

“Fair enough. Considering we're on a clock now, I could use a wingman.” The devil shrugged.

Yelena’s eyes widened slightly as they reached the top of another set of stairs. “What do you mean?”

“The FBI's raiding the place. So if we don't get the wings, humanity finds divinity, so on and so forth… you know the rest.” Natasha explained.

“Well, we can't let that happen.”

“Right, so you can join. Provided, of course, you can keep that angelic ego of yours in check.”

“I don't have an ego.” Yelena mumbled.

“Sure you do!” Natasha cooed. “but I'm encouraging you to get off that high horse and learn a thing or two about humanity. Though it appears that you've picked up a fashion sense. So that's, uh… I miss the dress.” The redhead sighed annoyedly.

They both stood in line patiently before they came face to face with the bouncer at the door, who upon seeing no invitation, spoke. “Private party.”

Yelena stepped forwards but Natasha stopped her with a hand on her chest. “Honey, not vinegar.” She warned, turning to the bouncer. “Yes, excuse me, I understand this event is very exclusive. But, uh, surely you've got room for just two more?”

Natasha reached into her jacket and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, packing them neatly into the bouncer’s breast pocket.

“Unless you got business here, scram.” He ordered.

Yelena turned to Natasha, a silent expression of ‘dumbass’ written across her face. But an idea popped into Natasha’s mind, making her smirk. “It's funny you should say that, actually. Perhaps I do have something that might interest those keen on religious relics.”

She pulled out her special coin from within her jacket and held it up to the security camera above the door, watching the bouncer press into his earpiece.

He smiled at them both. “Right this way, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Natasha smiled widely as they walked through the door, pocketing the coin in her pants.

They were soon found by another bouncer, leading them towards a private room. Upon entrance, Natasha gave the small imp of a man her coin before he brought it to a fancy magnifier.

A man came into the room through another door, coming to the side of the magnifier. A stout, dark-toned man with a suit that Natasha knew to either be a cheap knock-off or from an expensive tailor.

There was a brief discussion between them both, too quiet for the celestials to hear, before the stout man named Carmen came in front of the girls with the coin in hand. “Congratulations, Mr. Morningstar. The Catholics and the Satanists will be clawing for this coin. With any luck, we may even have a bidding war on our hands. Wouldn't that be fun?”

“Who would've thought, eh? The devil's coin, worthy of so much love?” Natasha sat down as Carmen did, Yelena sitting in the chair beside her.

“Put a bunch of believers in a room and - pardon the pun - but the sky's the limit.” Carmen chuckled heartily.

The redhead chuckled with him, her voice much raspier and… far better than his. “That's very good.”

“If I didn't know any better, I would say that you don't respect your buyers' faith.” Yelena chimed in, hands clasped together as they rested on her lap.

“Oh, quite the contrary. I respect my customers' faith very much. But I don't have to share in their beliefs to profit from them.” Carmen shrugged.

The blonde tilted her head slightly. “So… I take it you're not a believer then?”

“I'm a man that believes in one simple divinity - the almighty dollar.” Carmen laughed loudly.

Natasha, ever the performer, laughed loudly with him, turning to Yelena at the end. “Humans. Am I right?”

With no sisterly reaction, Natasha ignored her and leaned towards Carmen. “I have to admit, I love being the bearer of bad news.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Carmen’s voice fell flat a bit, even though he still held a small smile.

“The coin's not for sale. I simply used it to gain entrée to you.” Natasha took the coin off of the table and put it back in her pocket.

“Then why are you here?”

“Someone stole my wings. About eight feet each, glow with the light of God. So if you'd be so kind as to deliver them, then we can be on our way without any... unpleasantries.”

Had Natasha been paying attention, she would have seen Carmen’s body language change. Straightened back, eyes on her. Her refined senses would have heard his heartbeat too - a spike before it normalised, like lightning within a storm.

“Funny. That's not how this works.”

Natasha tensed up at the sound of guns cocking, watching the bodyguard behind Carmen load his along with the other sounds behind her and Yelena.

The cocky blonde chuckled darkly. “Oh, you men don't know who you're dealing with. Those guns don't frighten us. In fact, I dare you to shoot.”

“Sestra…” Natasha tried to interrupt as Yelena leaned on the bench to face Carmen.

“Go ahead. See what happens.”

“And there's that angelic ego I was talking about.” The redhead sighed.

Carmen smirked as all guns were pointed on the women. “I'm sorry, uh... You were saying?”

Natasha stood and pulled Yelena back. “Gentlemen, please, don't mind my sister. She's just a bit... simple. We meant no disrespect, truly.”

*I thought you told me you wanted your wings back.* Yelena scoffed in her mind.

*I do, but this is hardly the way to go about it.* Natasha hissed.

“Give me one good reason not to finish this right now.” Carmen growled.

Natasha grinned her alluring smile. “Because you simply misunderstood me. I'm more than happy to buy the wings, like everyone else, with cash. A whole boatload of money. If you truly worship the dollar, then I'm your ticket to divinity.”

She watched Carmen carefully now, unlike she should have earlier. His posture relaxed slightly, but the thinned lips didn’t let up. “Happy bidding.” He snarked.

Natasha gave her thanks before dragging an annoyed Yelena out of the room, following the bouncer to the main party area, with Getting Surreal by the Fratellis playing through the speakers. On display in lavish (but probably cheap) display cases were many different items of jewellery, goblets encrusted with gems, crowns, bejewelled pouches, rings - anything that looked old and religious, as most things do, were in a case.

“It's funny, isn't it, how all it takes to unite the faiths of the world is a bit of illegal consumerism.” Natasha commented as she took a glass of champagne from a waiter, Yelena doing the same.

“Mmm. What I'd like to know is, since when is the Princess of Darkness scared of some insufferable human gun?” She questioned.

Natasha found a table for them to stand at, hiding them within the crowd but close enough for them to see and possibly steal her wings away when they came. “Well, since I, uh… I bled.”

“What do you mean, bled?”

“Yep. Don't know how it's possible, but on top of everything else, it seems I'm dealing with a bit of a mortality sitch. Hence, ix-nay on the uns-gay.”

Yelena grinned widely, concerning Natasha. “What are you grinning about?”

“I'm just realising the gravity of what you're saying.”

“That I'm allergic to lead projectiles?”

“That even if you don't choose Hell, all I have to do is wait for some pitiful thug to end you and right back to Hell you go. You hadn't put that one together yet, had you, Tasha?” Yelena grinned at her sister’s fallen face.

“You just made my millennium.”

Before Natasha could speak again, the lights above focused on the stage as Carmen came out. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Carmen Grant and I humbly welcome you to our Evening of Faith. Tonight we shall behold items that prove the miraculous is real…”

Natasha zoned out of his mumbo-jumbo charade, grumbling out a ‘those are fake’ which got the attention of a few nearby mortals.

“You don't know the half of it.”

Natasha turned to see you standing beside her, realising your hand was briefly touching her back before it fell on top of your small purse. A long black dress with a deep slit coupled with lace sleeves definitely had her attention, eyeing your legs, chest, and bright red lips she could definitely smudge if she tried.

“How did I know you'd come here?” You smirked.

“Because I'm admirably consistent? How did you even get in here?” She queried.

“Oh, I've got news for you, Natasha. You're not the only one with a little mojo.”

“Mmm. Touché.” She replied, looking back down at your legs to notice high heeled boots.

“And you're welcome, by the way. I came here to warn you. In about five minutes, the FBI's gonna storm this place, so we have to go now.” You gently took her by the forearm but she didn’t budge.

“But we were just getting started.” She whined childishly.

“‘We’?” You asked.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, that's right. You haven't met, have you? Allow me to introduce Yelena, my little sister.”

You eyed the blonde beauty, the green suit matching her hair and eyes so well. You didn’t have a preference amongst women - all women are beautiful - but Yelena…

You could tell they were sisters.

“Well, come on, don't look so shocked.” Natasha grumbled.

You nudged her at her annoyance. “Um... I just didn't expect your sister to be… so… well, stunning.”

“We're all full of surprises, it seems. I never expected my sister to change careers as she did, but I'm definitely beginning to see why.” Yelena chuckled.

You grinned. “Natasha, your sister got all the charm in the family.”

“Okay, that's enough of that. It's unsettling to see you two get along.” She grumbled.

The sounds of applause had your head turn to the stage. “The wings of an angel.” Carmen announced.

“They're gorgeous.” You whispered.

You looked towards Natasha when she chuckled, a genuine smile on her face but with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. You turned back to the wings, almost willing to gasp again - each feather looked divine, curved to the shape of perfection, and even with the chunks of flesh attached to them, you would have paid good money if you had it.

“Freeze! FBI!”

“Everyone, stay where you are!”

“Don't move!”

“Stay where you are!”

Bustling bodies didn’t stop you from chasing after Carmen Grant, leaving Natasha and Yelena alone. The redhead turned to Yelena, a desperate look on her face since she couldn’t find you.

“A little help?” She asked.

Yelena lifted an eyebrow, causing Natasha to scoff. “Please.” She sarcastically dramatised.

Yelena closed her eyes and by the time her next breath exhaled completely, time had slowed down significantly. “Thank you.”

After checking where you were, standing by a curtain covered wall in the corner of the huge room, Natasha turned to the stage. Her hand fell upon her wings like they were made of porcelain, happiness blooming in her chest.

Until it wilted.

“They're fake.” She growled at the touch of a metal bar beneath the thin layer of fake feathers, plucking one off oh so easily.

Yelena came to Natasha’s side and sped time back up, letting you deal with the FBI.

“I’m telling you, I saw him come in here.” You told the agents, pressing along the wall until you reached a painting.

A door popped open at the slightest touch beneath the frame. Agents rushed through, your mind clicking two pieces together.

“There was a secret door.” You muttered.

*Where’s Natasha?* Your mind ordered your body to find her, needing your partner to bounce ideas off of.

You found her sitting on the stage with Yelena talking to some FBI agents as an eyewitness whilst you sat down next to her, your hand falling to her knee to try to comfort her. “I see you got your wings.” With no trademark smirk, you frowned. “I thought you'd be happier, Natasha.”

“These aren't my wings.” She huffed.

You faltered for a moment. “Then whose wings are they?”

“Someone with a very warped sense of humour.”

“I don't… follow…”

Natasha looked up at you from stroking the fake feathers. “They're a knockoff, a sham. I mean, it's good work, I'll give them that. Probably would've fooled just about anyone, save perhaps the actual owner of the wings.”

“The actual owner… being you?”

“Yeah, they must've been switched out. It's no coincidence that my wings are stolen one day, and then Carmen's selling an exact replica a week later. No, this is some serious foul play.” She seethed, throwing the fake feathers on the ground.

You sighed. “I-I'm sorry to hear that, really I am, Natasha. But there's something at Palmetto that I need to take care of, so… are you coming?”

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Didn't you just hear me? My wings are still out there. I need to find them. If you want to run off to Palmetto, be my guest, but no more role-playing for me, thanks.”

Natasha could see the annoyance in your stance as you stood, picking up the feathers she’d thrown on the ground. “So, I rushed over here to save your ass from being charged with interfering in an FBI investigation, but just because these wings aren't the ones you wanted, that's it? We're done?”

She stayed silent. Anger laced with fear and guilt, the former in what she’d possibly say if she spoke and the latter in leaving you to go it alone.

“So much for quid pro quo.” You scoffed, storming up the stairs.

Natasha watched you go, the anger dissipating slightly which caused the underlying emotions to bubble up.

Yelena came to her side, smirking slightly. “Are you sure you don't want to chase after her? Maybe I can ask Father for some rain and make it a moment.”

The death glare Natasha gave her was enough for her to change her tune. “Alright. So what's our next move?”

“Well, I'm afraid this is where I leave you, sister. What I'm about to do is the Devil's work.” She growled, walking past Yelena and out to her Corvette.

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You stepped out of your car onto Palmetto Street, eyeing Steve as he stepped out of his. You quickly sifted through the car to find a jacket, eyeing one that Natasha had left once, and you wrapped it around yourself.

You tucked the collar against your neck and smelled the faint scent of her cologne, sighing in slight relief.

“You okay?” Steve asked as he came to you.

“Fine.” You muttered, buttoning up the jacket so as to keep yourself warm.

You pulled out your flashlight and entered the gymnasium, scanning around. Your mind searched for any signs of a secret entrance; gaps between corner walls,

“I thought we were finally done with all this.” Steve sighed in annoyance.

You rolled your eyes to yourself at his attitude. “I was done too. I even started believing I was crazy like everybody said.”

“I never said you were crazy.” He argued.

“Yeah, it's okay. I would've thought I was, too. But, you know, I got to thinking. Natasha pointed out that it made no sense for Aoudi to shoot his inside man, right?”

“Right.”

You stepped up onto the boxing ring, your boots clicking loudly against the flooring. “But no one else was there. No one could've shot Malcolm and fled without me seeing them.”

Steve smiled in relief. “Now you're making my point.”

“Because there was no obvious exit.” You continued, making him look at you with lost hope.

You held your hand out to him, telling him to wait. “But maybe, just maybe - hear me out - there was a secret one.”

“Y/N, you are stabbing hard at something that's just not there.”

“There's got to be an explanation for what I saw, Steve!” You yelled, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

You weren’t crazy.

You couldn’t be.

“There has to be something-”

A creak.

Right beneath Steve’s foot, there was a creak in the flooring.

You knelt down as Steve whipped out his pocket knife, digging it underneath the floorboard to open a chained trapdoor. You didn’t wait for Steve - you jumped down onto the small platform before descending the stairs, making Steve walk down them in pitch blackness until he came to your side.

He found a switch to the side of the wall, sighing in relief. “You know I hate the dark.”

You smirked at him whilst turning your flashlight to the ground, finding a brighter area. You stepped through the creaky gate and looked up, recognising the entry type.

“Looks like it’s a manhole that leads up to the street.” You muttered.

A reflective flash caught your eye. On the ground.

“What is it?” Steve asked as you knelt down.

You grabbed a glove from Steve’s belt and picked it up, gasping in shock. “A 999 key. LAPD-issued. Malcolm had his on him.”

“Wait. Are-are you saying-?”

“Yes. Another cop was here. I was right.” You chuckled, tears pricking your eyes.

You weren’t crazy.

He tried to calm you down, putting his hand on your waist. “Y/N, this could mean a lot of things-”

“Steve, a cop knew this secret passageway existed! And chances are, whoever it was, they shot Malcolm.” You moved away.

“Yeah, but why?”

“That's what I got to figure out.”

You looked at him as he smiled at you. That same smile he gave you on your wedding day. Appreciation. Support.

Love.

“No. That's what we need to figure out.”

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Nobody wants a doorbell ringing in the dead of night, least of all a smuggler by the name of Carmen Grant.

He simply opened the door, only to be met with Natasha’s sinful smirk. “It's... you.” “

“That's right, me, Natasha fucking Romanoff! Do you mind if I come in?” She stepped inside anyways, looking around his apartment.

“You, Carmen, are slightly more difficult to identify, aren't you? No phone, no bank account, home registered under one of your many aliases. Seems wings aren't the only thing you falsify, eh?!”

“I can explain-”

Natasha didn’t let him. “I'm still moved by your words. ‘I'm a man that believes in one simple divinity, the almighty dollar.’” She mimicked his accent perfectly.

“You don't understand-” “

“No, I understand. Perfectly.” She towered over him, her bun not so perfect and her tie hanging loosely around her neck.

“A lifelong atheist, you took one peek at the wings and something changed in you. The great white light was revealed and a believer was born, one who couldn't part with real divinity!”

She turned around.

Her anger simmered down, overpowered by shock. “Oh, no.”

A ten-metre long, five-metre high display case held two divine wings, each at least three and a half metres from the flesh to the last feather. Even in the dim lighting of the porch lights, they seemed to glow vibrantly with pure energy.

“Mounting my wings, like some decorative stag head.” She scoffed, turning to face Carmen.

“Shame on you.”

“It wasn't my fault. Someone tipped me off.” His breathing began to quicken, fear striking deep into his heart as Natasha glare at him.

“Excuses, excuses. ‘It wasn't me, it was the biker that did it.’”

“I thought he was bringing me a sculpture.”

“Were you disappointed?” Her head tilted slightly, her anger rising back through the shock like air bubbles in a hot pot.

“I didn't know what they were! I never would have done it if I had any idea what I was actually dealing with.” His voice shook as he got down onto his knees.

“Please, please, please. You can't take them away. I can't live without them!” He begged.

“Perhaps you don't understand.” She leaned down, gripping his jaw with such a strength she could feel the fibres of his jaw bone snapping.

“They're mine.”

He began bawling his eyes out, begging and pleading for mercy but his cries fell upon deaf ears.

“Now before I deal with you, I have just one burning question on my mind. Who tipped you off?”

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Natasha sat on the beach with a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other, sitting between her wings as they were spread out on the sand. She took another puff of the cigarette and sighed, flicking the lighter lid up and down before a flutter of wings brought the sight of her smiling sister.

“I knew you'd come.” She said, looking at Yelena.

The blonde smiled gently. “Of course I'd come. It's my duty to return the wings where they belong.”

Natasha stood, walking over to her. “Is that all?” She asked, reminding the angel of her previous promise.

Yelena simply chuckled. “After everything that you've been through - bleeding, searching, reaching to Father and the high heavens for help - now that you finally have your wings, doesn't part of you long to assume your form? To get back to where you belong?”

Natasha lifted her cigarette, a thoughtful expression across her face. “Not exactly.”

Or so Yelena thought.

With a flick of her fingers, the cigarette flew back onto the wings and they burst into flames.

“What are you doing?!” Yelena yelled, rushing to them to try and save them but they couldn’t be.

“Well, ruining your plan, it seems.” Natasha smiled deviously.

“It was you, sister. You tipped Carmen off, and you orchestrated the theft.”

“Because you left me no choice.” Yelena sighed, sand spotting her sleeves and pants.

“Well, clearly you were desperate. I mean, you were willing to let a human die and unleash the wings upon the world just to remind me who I was. To fool me into desiring the wings and the hellish throne they accompany.”

Yelena stood and faced Natasha as she chuckled. “Well, d’you know what? It almost fucking worked.”

“But destroy them? Why?” Yelena begged for an answer.

“Well, you were right. Severing the wings was a half measure. I did leave myself an out. A rip cord back to the life that dear old Dad chose for me. But I don't need it now, because, in case I haven't made myself abundantly clear, I'm never going back to Hell.” She held her arms out, tempted to bow to an invisible crowd.

“But, uh... A for effort. I'm sure Dad will give you a big gold star for trying.”

With a cry, Yelena tackled Natasha. She gripped her under the thigh and threw her over her shoulder onto the compact sand, sitting on top of her to throw punch after punch after punch.

Natasha laughed darkly as Yelena continued. “That's right, hit me, little sister!”

Punch.

“Go on, again.”

Punch.

“Become like me.”

Punch.

“Become wrath.”

Punch.

“Fall as I did!” Her eyes shone their devilish orange, the sight causing Yelena’s next punch to falter.

Yelena fell back, letting Natasha go. Her right sleeve was splattered with Natasha’s blood whilst the devil had a nasty bruise forming by her eye as blood trickled from her mouth. “You never were much of a closer, were you, eh? Can't stand to get your hands dirty.”

“This is far from over. I'll do whatever it takes to get you back to Hell.” Yelena spat, walking away from the blaze behind Natasha.

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Lux was quiet. No patrons, no music, no dancers. Just Natasha, the piano, and her favourite Romani bartender.

“I cleaned up your mess on the beach.” Wanda murmured as she leaned on Natasha’s back, her hands hanging in front of her chest but they had no desperate desire to touch.

“I'm here to stay, Wands.” Natasha sighed. And I truly hate to disappoint you, but… well, this is where I have to be now. And I know, even with all the sex and drugs… and more sex, this isn't what you bargained for. And I know you made a vow, but-”

“But nothing. I am with you, Natasha, from now until the end. We're a team, right?”

“Of course.” Natasha kissed Wanda’s forearm in thanks.

“Now…” Wanda tilted Natasha’s head slightly so she could see the black bruise forming. “You should get some ice.”

“Yeah.” The devil murmured, watching Wanda walk away from her peripheral vision.

As you walked past Wanda on her way up the stairs, you admired the quiet club. The gold finishes on black tiles were beautiful, but that wasn’t what your eyes were focused on.

Natasha’s fingers danced softly over the piano keys, playing with an ease that came with years upon years upon years of practice. You were about to say hi before you noticed the dark purple, almost black, bruising around her left eye.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“Hmm? Oh.” She chuckled. “Sorry, malyshka. Just a little, you know, squabble with my little sis. Nothing serious.”

She watched you fidget with your fingers, looking at your worried face. She gently placed her hand on top of yours, calming the anxiety within you.

How she managed to do that was beyond your understanding. Or maybe it was within it.

“I don't, uh… I don't like how we left it at the auction.” You murmured.

Natasha moved over to let you sit down on the piano chair. “Yes. I agree. You definitely could have handled things better. And I supposed, you know, I... Sorry. What was I saying?”

She’d gotten lost in your full red lips and your wondrous eyes, glistening like the small disco ball above. The soft suppleness of your skin had her inner devil begging to touch it, to caress it and make sure you understood how beautiful you were, instead of trying to claim and dominate you.

Your sweet chuckle brought her ears back to listen to your gravelling night voice. “Look, I know how much it sucks being alone. And I can't pretend to understand why the wings meant so much to you. But if we're really friends, it… it should be enough just knowing that they did.”

She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you ever so carefully moved some hair away from her face, revealing more of the harsh bruise but also her stunning irises that looked like viridian emeralds in the dark lighting. “The wings are old news now.” She chuckled.

You leaned further into her view. “Earlier they were all you could think about. Now you just don't care?”

“Well, in my search for the wings, I realised what they actually were. A relic, worth exactly what someone was willing to pay for them. What can I say? I've moved on to bigger and better things.”

“So, what changed?” You asked.

“I don't know.” She muttered.

“Huh. Or won't say.” You teased.

*You’re too damn good, Detective.* She thought to herself as she chuckled. “Well, how'd your Palmetto thing go anyway, hmm? Did you find the answer you were looking for?”

“I found something.” You sighed, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Oh. Well - to our equally enigmatic futures.” She raised a lonely toast, bonking it against your head softly.

You reached onto the piano head and grabbed a shot of the tequila, cheering it with hers before you downed it with a small shiver. She drank hers easily, taking your glass. “I thought you didn’t drink.”

You sighed, leaning your head back on her shoulder. “I used to. I used to drink at the bar with the other cops, I used to drink with my friends at parties when I was younger. But… when my dad died, I didn’t feel safe anymore.”

Natasha’s heart almost stopped.

You picked at your nails again as Natasha played softly, listening to every word with intent. “Mom never felt safe to me, with all of her acting stuff taking off and her being unreliable. My friends went all out when we could drink and drunk men, especially cops, aren’t the best to be around. So… I stopped.”

Natasha turned to you and gently kissed the top of your head. “You’re always safe with me.”

You moved away, but only to see her fully. The sincerity in her eyes, the way she held herself and her promise - it made you smile happily.

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course.” She replied simply. “I would never lie to you, Y/N.”

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As you fell asleep on Natasha’s shoulder, tears of happiness fell on the Graham family whilst nurses rushed to help him come off of life support. If you had asked them that day about who had come to visit him, they would all remember the family.

Nobody would remember the blonde in a green suit.

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Special Bond | Chapter two: Pretty Stranger

*not my GIF

Chapter summary: 1 year after Y/N run out the base, she's in Croatia with Agatha and after a nightmare she convince the witch to go to a party. Meanwhile in USA the Avengers are requiere to investigate a serie of murder in Croatia, but in the same time a groupe of Black Widow have a mission to complete in same the country.

Pairing Yelena Belova x Maximoff!Reader; Agatha Harkness x Maximoff!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Sister!Reader x Pietro Maximoff; Acengers x Female Reader (platonic)

| chapter one | serie masterlist | chapter three

1 year after the incident in Asia

Avengers compound

"I thinks we should tell them сестра(sister)" Pietro said staying in front of her sister's bed "they can help us. It's been almost one year and we didn't find anything"

"But we can't trust them, they don't know her and ... i din't wabt to bother them with that." Wanda protest, it's been one year since the join the avangers but she don't to involve them in her family issues "don't worry i can't find where she is but i feel she's right and when i'll mastered my power entirely i'm sure i will figurate where she is"

"But if it's too late, if she doesn't want us 'cause she thinks we left her" he accent was more present than usual "or worst imagine we don't find her because she's-"

"Don't finish this sentence!" Wanda raise her voice until she calm herself and continue "please don't thinks like we will find her"

"Find who ?" a voice come from the outside of the room of the young sokovian. Pietro clear his throat before he speak

"Hey Natty, euh ... we talked about a girl Wanda meet during ..." he glare his sister for help

"During a ook lesson" finish the brunette

"Euh, i'll let slip your attitude this time and Pietro i said you don't call me like that please" Nat said "but it's not for that i'm here, Fury requiere everyone in the meeting in 15 minutes, we'll have a missio and you come with us"

"Yes ma'am" Pietro said, Natasha excuse herself befor go to inform the others "You should really close your door" he add before leaving, Wanda groan before close the door

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Meeting room 15 minute later

"So everyone is here even the news" Steve said to Fury turning his gaze to the twins and Vision "so we can start"

"You know i don't really like ti be here to talk about work but this time it's serious, 20 of our agents died in the last 24 hours but the probleme is the agents were not all in the same place. So we'll invetigate and found the fools who kill my men"

"We think there may have 2 foes so we made two groupes" Steve continue "Rohdey; Tony; Wanda and Vision will be with me. Clint; Pietro and Banner you will be with Natasha. Natasha you'll manage your groupe"

"Euh i don't complain but why me?" the redhead ask a little confuse

"According to a witnesse, ine of the attacker might be a black widow" respond Fury with a cold tone. Every body freeze and look Natasha, Clint place his hand on her shoulder, he know what that mean, she'll have to deal with her past

"When we go?" ask Vision, Dury look his watch then look the synthezoide

"In 30 minute, oh and you are going in Croatia in Europe i hope you'll not be homesick, this will be a 1 month mission. Good luck"

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Zagreb, Croatie

3 am in a hotel room

"Hey Y/N, hey wake up we can't stay here they come" a man voice said, you open your eyes to look at him and around you, you recogniez the place it's a halley in Sokvia where you always go with your brother to run from Wanda.

"Pietro ? What are you doing here and who come ?" you ask totally confuse

"There you are you too, i was worry, why did you run like that? We don(t have the time to play they're near" you siter said

"Wanda? but you two you're-"

"Hey ангелочек (little angel) come here" you run to your sister she hug you, you feel your tear on your cheek, you feel the cold of the city and suddenly your hear the scream of your neighbours and your freinds. Pietro grab your hand and strat to run follow by his twin, you're horrified by the view all the corps, the kids xhi cry for their parent.

You look around you and you see some glasse wall around your city, you bumped in to Pietro "Piet what are you doing? we have to-" you cut yourself when you see a humanoid robot, you see his chest there are two things, one a logo "Stark Industrie' and a timer, you also see behind him a man with a remote, you know him, it was Hoovert, before you can scream ar use your powers he push a bouton on his remote and the robot axplose.

You eyes oppen suddenly and you recongnize the hotel room, you touch you shirt and feel the sweat, you know that was a nightmare but it seem to real. You decide to go the only person who can confort you right now. you stood front of her door, you don't want to bother her but you know you can't go back to sleep like it was nothing. ypu knock the door lighlty hoping she was awake and fortunatly to you, you can see a purple wave of magic who open the door.

"Ma Agatha, i had a nightmare" you said with a little voice

"I know. Come here sweetie" it right she know, it's been one year since you escape from the base, one year since Agatha take you under her wing, and during this year you had a lot of nightmare, and this is always the same issue, you see your sibling die front of you and you can't do nothings. "do you wanna talk about it or we continue the cuddles ?" Agatha said to relax you a little

"Can we do both ?" you ask in verge of tears

"Yes of course" son you teel her your bad dream. "I'm sure they're okay, you'll find them i promise" she respond "You know today we have nothing to do and we leave tomorow afternoon so if you have anything you want to do here, it's today" she add

"Actually there is something I want to do today" the brunette just hum to let you knox she listen so you continue "You know your friend Loucas do a halloween party tonight and I tought we can go" you love parties, but it's not the case for Agatha, she let a long sight who tickle your neck, it make you chuckle but you insisted "please ma, just tonight"

"Okay but when we're back to home you'll work harder to repay me" you smile you know she's not serious, you're her little angel her little Y/N Harknesse. You were thinking about the last year until she ask you "what do you want to desguise for the party ?"

"I thought we can be Batman and Robin"

"What I have to dissguise myself too ?"

"Yeah of course i will not let you go in your basic purple dress, that made for fight the demons but not for a party" you said sternly but amused.

Agatha let a false gasp "Okay sweetie but not Batman & Robin or you'll have to clear the senir scratchy's mess for 6 months"

"okay not batman & robin, we will buy the costumes this afternoon but now i'm sleepy"

"Okay, goodnight baby" whisper to your ear

"Night mama"

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"The first target hab been killed succesfully, we will take care of the second in the party tonight, untile here you can reste i'll buy some food" said a blond woman to three others

"Euh Yelena you're bleeding, you should stay here i can go for you if you want" a brunette with short hair said

"No thanks you, i already stopped the bleeding and bandage myself and I need to take a breath and feel the fresh air" the previous girl said and open the front door of the front the little house. She walk to mall and bump in a girl with what is sound like to be her mother "Excuse me"

"Oh don't worry, i should be the one who apologize" you said with a little smile when you see the face of the girl, she's beatiful, like really beatiful you don't remember if you had ever seen a girl pretty like her, of course your sister is beautiful but it(s nit the same, you feel like...you crush on her ? Y/N Maximoff(Harkness) crush on a girl like a teen in a rom-com. You feel Agatha's stare on you and the girl look at you with a little concern you open your mouth and hope thet will not be awkward "Beatiful" you look at the woman in front of you, her cheeks blush, you see her lips curve and a smile appear and you thought only 'this is the best things i see until now'

"Euh, thanks you" she said with a little concern in her voice nut before you can say anything more she passe you and add "i'm sorry but i really need to go" you're dreaming until a laught bring you back in Earth.

#yelena belova x fem reader #yelena belova x female reader #agatha harkness x female reader #wanda maximoff x sister!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #pietro maximoff x sister!reader #pietro maximoff x female reader #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x you #maximoff!reader

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 30

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Unprotected sex. Dark bucky. Mentions of being drugged. Abuse. Light bondage. Overstimulation. Oral (f receiving)

Bucky’s POV

She stared at me as she drank the whiskey. I could see the anger and hate in her eyes. She blinked at me, and I knew that what I had to do was the right answer.

"You're gonna kill me, aren't you?"

I nodded, taking a slow sip from my own glass.

"It's kind of funny," she scoffed, no spat, "you can go and fuck her...but the second I fuck Steve I'm not worth it anymore."

"It doesn't have anything to deal with Miracle or Steve."

"Sure," she spat, finishing what was in her glass. She poured herself another one, "you tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, Barnes."

"It isn't about what helps you sleep," I muttered, watching her. She looked to the door and back to me, "you can try...might run into some campers if you run fast enough...or you might just run deep enough into the woods where no one will notice."

"You just had to bring me back here."

"Where it begins, it must also end."

"That from a book?"

I shrugged, "does it matter?"

"I guess not," she said slowly, "you know...I cared about you at some point."

"That's gone though."

"I never wanted to end up like this."

"No one ever does," I said slowly, standing up, "but when they do..."

"Did Fury clear it?"

He nodded, "yes. You're a danger. You know it."

"Steve did just as much damage."

"You caused it, Mackenzie."

She backed up and we both watched as her glass crashed to the floor. I looked back up at her. She watched as the amber liquid filled its way through the cracks in the wood floor.

"And there's no going back?"

"No."

Her chest rose as she looked around the room. I launched myself at her. She tried to fight me off, but I'd had her pinned. Grasping her throat, I wrapped the vibranium arm around it first. Pressing hard enough to cut off the air supply I watched her eyes as she tried not to freak out but failed. Her hands tore at me until I pinned them with my knees.

Her face turned red, and I saw the fear in her eyes.

She knew I was going to murder her. She knew her final moments were coming. I didn't want to hear her, so I pressed harder.

"We could have had something beautiful," I muttered to her, "we could have made something beautiful, you and I. I thought you were the one to look past the red...push me away from my ledger...but instead you swallowed it whole."

She choked and gasped against me.

"I'm grateful," I whispered to her, "I don't feel guilty any more about what I am... And I want to thank you...I'll find her one day. But I know that you aren't her."

Her lips began to change colors and realizing that I'd already held her too long, I snapped her neck, not wanting her to suffer any more.

"I'll find her one day," I whispered as I let her go. Closing her eyes, I kissed her forehead. Walking down the hall, I grabbed a blanket from the living room and wrapped her in it, "come on, Kenz...we got one more thing to do."

6 months later

I sat down in the meeting room with Tony, Bruce, and the kid, "what's going on."

"We're bringing the lake house back."

"What?"

"You three are going to be the first group that goes back in," Tony said slowly, "but we are going to have a lot of different rules in place."

"What?"

"Well kid, after what happened with the last time," Tony began, eyeing me, "we had to stop...you remember that…Right?"

"Yeah," he said simply, "but aren't they all married now?"

"Not all of them," I replied, "Steve still has yet to pop the question."

Bruce laughed, "Cap still hasn't asked her?"

"Can you blame him?" Tony laughed, "ever since Mira became an agent, she's become more terrifying than Nat."

I smiled, thinking of how she'd grown into her role as an agent. Sure, she did most of her missions with Yelena or Clint, but sometimes I still got to work with her. She'd really become an amazing operative.

Deadly even.

"So, what's changed?" Bruce asked, "why are we bringing it back now?"

"Well let's be honest," Tony acknowledged, "the world hasn't been trying to shut itself down lately, and we haven't had much else to do...I think we may be finally entering a time where we can all settle down...and I want to give you guys the opportunity that we've had. Just about all of us have families now. It'll be you three for now, but I already have requests from a few others. So, if you aren't interested, let me know and we'll switch you out."

"As far as what's changed," Mira smiled, coming in, "I've taken some liberties with Tony. We reformatted everything so that we can provide you guys with some more...instruction."

"What?"

"Everything will be tailored to you and the women that you are going for," she said simply, putting some files in front of us, "Tony and I have created a database of women that not only would suit any of you, but we could get without any flags being raised."

"You created a database of women we could kidnap?"

"Well, when you say it like that," she said nervously, "it sounds worse."

"She created a database of single, healthy women that you can choose from," Tony said, patting her shoulder. He handed out three tablets to us, "go through the files the next few days, and if anyone tickles your fancy, get back to us."

Tony dismissed us, and Bruce and Parker picked up their tablets, immediately looking at the girls that were available. As Tony left, I watched Mira. She was collecting some of the papers that Tony had left behind.

"You're staring."

"I know," I replied. She stopped holding her papers and looked at me. I bit my lip to hold onto a smile from appearing, "I wasn't supposed to be at the top of the list when the program reactivated."

"I know," she copied. When I didn't respond she looked away from me and to the door, "you deserve to be happy, James."

"I've been fine, doll."

"I know you've been lonely," she sighed, "you hang out with Steve and I a lot, and while I'm glad the two of you have mended your friendship...sometimes I feel like you still see me the way you used to."

"Sometimes...yes..."

"I don't see you like that, James," she said sadly. Her hand reached out and she touched mine, "I will always have a special place in my heart for you...but I love Steve."

"I know."

"I will however say this," she smiled, removing her hand from mine. She started walking to the door, "There is a particularly feisty girl in there that I marked with a red star...I think you'd definitely have your hands full with her."

Bucky’s Doll POV

1. Always obey your man. He knows what's best for you.

2. Looking perfect for him is a must. Make sure you always look your best and can please him.

3. Taking care of yourself is of the utmost importance. No one wants a no-good Nelly who does nothing. Be active, especially with your man.

I read the three most important rules, and it felt like a chant...like a mantra. My own personal life motto.

I jumped as the alarm went off.

4. Schedules and routines make a woman prioritize their life. Wake up and have breakfast by 6 AM. Lunch at Noon. Dinner at 6 PM. Make sure you have plenty of time to get done the necessary chores around the house so you can take care of your man.

The intercom had some slight static, before giving way to an annoying amount of feedback, "good morning, ladies and Merry Christmas. Breakfast will be delivered momentarily. Please line up facing the wall so that your man can safely deliver it to you."

That was new.

Was it really Christmas?

The calming voice hadn't said that before. Granted I'd only been here since a little before Thanksgiving, but I couldn't recall if the woman's recording had mentioned another holiday.

The echo and feedback of the intercom started again, pulling me from my thoughts, "Room three, please comply. Line up against the wall."

Sighing, I began towards the place I'd become most familiar with. I went to the far wall where my bed was and faced it. Holding my hands out, I let the camera know that I was not a threat.

The door buzzed and I felt a giddiness as it clicked, letting me know he was here. I heard the distinct light footfalls. The smell of his cologne wrapped around me. I wanted to swoon.

But a small voice in the back of my head was yelling at the more submissive one to shut the hell up.

"Hello my little hummingbird."

I felt my core ache as my panties grew damp just from the sound of his voice.

"What, no good morning?"

"Good morning."

But the voice didn't feel like my own. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something...anything else.

"I missed you," he whispered against the shell of my ear. I felt the coolness of his left arm wrap around my bare midriff, and I gasped as he began peppering light kisses along my neck and shoulders, "did you miss me?"

"Yes."

I felt him smile against my shoulder and he leaned his head to rest there for a second, "it's time for your pills, doll. I brought them here so you could take them...figured we'd use the pill instead. I know you don't like needles...I trust you to take it. Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes."

I felt his arm slide away from my waist, only to return at level with my vision. As I turned around, he maneuvered the water so that it was in front of my hands. His other hand held a plastic cup with a number of pills. Taking the cup, I took the pills and threw them back with a large gulp of water. When I swallowed, I opened my mouth to show him that I didn't cheek any of them.

"Such a good girl," he smiled, taking the glass of water back. His right hand cupped my cheek as I leaned into it. He softly began to sway us side to side, as if we were dancing to a slow song that only he, himself could hear, "you know what I think, my little hummingbird?"

"Hmm?" I moaned. I allowed myself to pull him closer to me so that our bodies were flush against one another. His hand wrapped around my waist as his right reached for my hand so that we could continue to sway.

"You've been such a good girl, I want to share my room with you," he said sweetly, "what would you think of that?"

I pulled away from him and our dancing ceased. His icy blue eyes seemed sweeter, more delicate, "really?"

"Really," he smiled, it was reaching all the way to those beautiful blue eyes, "I want to take care of you. I want to make you, my wife. Let me take you the way a husband should take his wife. Stay with me in my room."

"Oh gee," I smiled dreamily, "are you sure you want me?"

"Of course," he grinned, "now come on. We'll go upstairs and I can show you."

As he turned away from me to get the door, I faked a yawn and spat the oblong sedative pill into my hand. Dropping it behind me I grabbed my tray.

"What are you doin-"

But before he could finish his question, I flipped the tray and smashed it as hard as I could into his skull. He fell to the ground, stunned, but I didn't wait to figure out how much. The alarm sounded as I made my way through the door, unassisted by anyone.

"Security breach. Room 3," the calming voice said over the speaker, "Room 3. Security breach."

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

I felt the coolness of his vibranium arm as he threw me up against the wall by my waist. His stocky body was on me like a lion to its prey, pushing me further against the concrete wall.

"James please-"

"Oh no, doll, only good girls get to call me James," he laughed angrily. I could hear the button on his jean pop. The zipper as it was hastily thrown down. The shuffling of his boxers and jeans being pushed right below the hardened length that was already probing me through my underwear, "I tried to be a gentleman. Tried to be nice to you...but you don't want that...do you?"

He yelled something across the empty hallway and the alarm stopped. He pushed my face into the concrete wall again and I felt the unforgiving uneven wall scratching my cheek and jaw. With a hard pull, I felt my underwear give as he shredded it. The cool air of the hallway smacking my most sensitive parts.

I shivered, feeling his already hard length was dripping precum. He rubbed it up against me making sure to mix our fluids, coating the rest of his head in the slick that had already acquired among my folds.

"You crazy fucking bitches," he growled, pulling my arms back and linking them together. He held my arms with one of his as he pulled me from the wall and pushed me into the staircase. I groaned as my hips knocked against it, taking the breath from my body, "always thinking you can get away. You can't get away doll. You belong to me. So just be a good girl for me doll. Let me take care of you."

"Let me go," I pleaded. I looked up the stairs as I heard the door opening. Bucky slammed into me as I saw a younger boy around my age giving me a pitiful look. He started in at a brutalizing pace, giving me no time to adjust, and I hissed at how he stretched me, "help me...please."

"Parker, shut the god damned door," he growled, snapping his hips so deep into me that I felt like I was seeing stars. The kid shut the door and I couldn't stop a moan from leaving my lips as he hit the most sensitive part inside me, "you like that, huh? See how good I can treat you. I can make you forget all your problems doll. Fuck that cunt so good, leave you fucked out and full of my cum. Don't you want that, doll? Your biggest worry to be that you're too full of my cum that you can't move?"

"James-"

"Shut up, you're not a good girl. You're just a slut," he growled, cutting me off between the harsh snaps of his hips, "when you talk to me, you call me Bucky or sir. That understood?"

When I didn't respond he pulled back on my arms, hitting even deeper than I could possibly imagine. I let out another loud moan as I felt his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Is. That. Understood?"

"Fuck," I moaned, feeling him bump up against my cervix again, "yes. Yes. YES SIR!"

"Fuck," he copied as I called him by his new title. I felt my pussy fluttering around his cock as I milked him for everything he was worth. Pulling out, I felt some of his cum dripping out of me already and down my thighs. His hand let go of my arms, and I rested against the stairs as he slowly began fingering the cum back into me, "gonna have you so full of me. Gonna knock you up and keep you popping out kids for years, doll."

"Sir?"

"Mmm," he moaned. I felt him continue to push his cum inside me, eventually he began smearing it around on my pussy, "this belongs to me. This is my pussy. You understand?"

"Yes sir," I whimpered. I felt him leaning over me as he began to kiss the back of my ear. His hands worked their way to my thighs, massaging me. I felt my legs quivering as his lips curved into a smile against my neck, "please."

"Please what?"

"I can't anymore," I pleaded as his hands moved from my thigh back to my clit. He rubbed lazy circles on my already over-sensitized nub, "please...no more."

And in a second his fingers weren't on me. I heard the rustling of his pants, letting me know that he was done with me for now, and instead of more he picked me up bridal style, and carried me back to my room. As he closed the door and dropped me on my bed, I felt grateful.

"Th-thank you sir."

He took my hands and lifted them over my head. His cool blue eyes showed no emotion, and I didn't know whether to be afraid of relieved. His lips found my own, and not wanting to feel his wrath again, I gave in. Our lips worked in unison until I licked his bottom lip.

When he pulled away, I went to sit up, only realizing that I couldn't. Looking up I saw that he had used the cuffs and bound my hands to the headboard.

"Wh-what?"

"You didn't think I'd let you get off that easy, would you doll?" he laughed. His eyes went stormy, and I gasped as he knelt down in front of my legs. With the utmost ease, he placed a hand on either thigh and his tongue licked a thick flat strip along my folds, “you’re going to learn…one way or the other…and since pain hasn’t worked…let’s try the pleasure route…shall we?”

“B-Bucky…please.”

“That’s right, doll,” he grinned, his tongue plunging into me. I moaned, my hands gripping the cuffs hard, “keep begging all you want…but I’m not going to stop until you’re fucked out like my good little wife…just begging to be taken care of.”

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Treat You Better

Pairing: Bruce Banner/Short Female Chubby Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, cheating on(NPC), soft dark Bruce, murder(?)

A/N: Thanks for the request! I combine that with the challenge. And in this fic, everyone is alive, Steve didn’t back but retired with Bucky.

tag: @micheleamidalajedi, @caplanbuckybarnes, @caplanreads

English is not my first language.

It’s the countless nights he doesn’t come back, you bet he’s with his those "friends" again.

Sitting on the stairs and seeing those stars shining in the sky, you try to blink away those hot tears.

“I know he's just not right for you.”

Looking back over your shoulder, your neighbor, Dr.Banner is standing against his door frame. He doesn’t look at you and he tap his fingers on his arm.

“And…and you can tell me if I'm off. But I see it on your face, always on your face.”

“What?”

“Unhappy and hurt.” He takes a deep breath and continues his sentence.

“Any girl like you deserves a gentleman.”

You don’t know how to respond, the silence between you is weird and comfortable.

“Good night.” He offers a weak smile and retreats to his room.

Now, you start to rethink your relationship with your boyfriend.

You’re tired, but you’re not sure if it is a good decision to leave him.

When you see one of his friends post a photo, about a hottie girl kissing the man who was supposed to be your boyfriend, your world crashed down.

Moving house always is exhausting, and it worsens when you pack your things while crying.

Your doorbell chirping, you know he has the key so he doesn’t need to ring the bell.

‘Unless the bastard now is a coward that needs his new flings to face me.’

You scoff as you open the door, it’s Bruce.

“Um…I..I’m here to say sorry. I shouldn’t say that.”

He looks at you, you can see those apologies and worries through his beautiful eyes.

“No, you’re right, Bruce. I’m wasting my time.” You sniffled, he stiffed and panic

“Are, are you packing? Do you need any help? Or should I call your boyfriend or anything I can do for you now?”

“Can I hug you, please?”

He pauses, then he nods confirmed

“Of course, you can… ooh!”

Arms around his slim waist, the smell of coffee and cologne soothing your tortured heart.

His hand around your waist, the other one stroking your hair to your back slowly.

“I’ve got you, honey. Just rest now.”

He could hear your sigh in peace and relief, and he smiled as he kissed your hair softly.

Your Ex-boyfriend tried to contact you after you moved to Westview Town with Bruce.

The town is built by Wanda Maximoff and those retired Avengers, the former Captain America, and Sergent Barnes also lived here. Natasha and Yelena would come here occasionally to see the newborn Maximoff brothers.

They welcome you to join them, they throw a welcome party for you; a family dinner once a week; greeting every time. Evan Alpine, Bucky’s cat will lay on the stone walls, and let you pet her when you drop by the soldiers’ house.

Your ex asked where you were before the family dinner time, you didn’t know what to do.

It’s been almost three months, and you and Bruce become closer as the time flies.

He told you about Hulk, he showed you when a thief invaded your house. Both he and hulk are gentle to you, you knew you could trust them to never harm you.

You blacklist your ex’s number; you’re done with him.

But he called your home number, he demanded to bring you back.

After pacing around the house for half an hour, you choose to ask for those heroes’ help.

“How dare he!?”

“Do you want us to kick his ass, doll?”

“No, I just want him to leave me alone. I don’t want to interact with him anymore.”

Wanda stroked her jaw and showed a crept smile.

“I can assure you that he won’t have a chance to near this town, Cookie.”

“Yeah, Bucky and I will notice if someone broke those fences,” Steve said as he patted your back.

“Or you need to move in with Bruce? That’s easier and safer.” Natasha said as she smirked at Bruce.

Your eyes met His, he moved away quickly and slightly scolded Natasha

“Nat! Don’t tease us!”

“Hum, I just suggest a good plan.” She shrugged

When you leave Wanda’s house together, you asked him hesitantly

“If I moved in with you…, will it be too fast for us?”

“You sure you want to? Nat is joking, you don’t have to…”

“You’re safe to me, Bruce.” Your words froze him, you tilted your head and stepped toward him.

“With you, I feel safe and comfortable. I feel like I’m loved, and I want to move in.”

Reaching out your right hand, you beamed at him.

“I want to treat you better if you give me the chance.”

“Yes!” He almost screamed. Both his hands covered your right hand and kissed it.

“I just wanna give you the loving that you were missed, I want to be the gentleman, your gentleman.”

You shared your sweet kiss under the streetlight, the starry stars, and the moon.

After the night, you didn’t see your ex, until you see the news about a man who was drowned in the Upper Bay, and he was your ex.

It’s a complex emotional, you feel bad for him, yet you feel relief that you know you don’t need to worry about him anymore.

“It’s a normal reaction, honey. I’m just glad he won’t be your nightmare from now on.”

Bruce comforts you, you sleep soundly in his arms.

He kissed your forehead, an anonymous text sent on his phone

“Target down.”

THE END

#cappysdecadeschallenge #bruce banner x reader #soft dark fic #soft dark bruce banner #1000night masterlist

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seeing so many people on team yelena makes me so happy im not the only one that wants that to happen😭 but what if r ends up with kate..?👀👀

I'm honestly surprised how many people are on Team Yelena, I did not expect it at all.

And oh boy...if R went to Kate after everything...Nat would legitimately murder them both. 😭

#nattyolw #vulture answers #i will always love you

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dumbshyanon · 2 years

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Here's why Nat can sometimes piss me off.

Bruce. Just Bruce.

She ended up switching sides in Civil War. In other words, she ended up siding with a selfish guy who not only beat up an orphan with fucking heart problems, but defended his "best friend" after he found out that he murdered Tony's parents.

Speaking of that friend, I also hate Winterwidow. I don't fucking care if they were canon in the comics. I don't understand why she would want to be with someone who cause so much of her trauma.

She's also really selfish during her own movie and a fucking idiot. I don't care about the interrogation scene, because that was purely based on dumb luck. She added a lot more red to her ledger when she practically ignored the avalanche. She didn't give a fuck. Like, she couldn't at least snap at Yelena for that?

#black widow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #i love her #but goddamn #she can be such an idiot sometimes

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The Third Widow || First Day Of School

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | Technically Wanda and Yelena are the same age via MCU but for this, Yelena is older by a year.

Translations: сестра (sister), убей ее (kill her)

The Third Widow Masterlist

The hit of a pillow hitting your face woke you up with a groan, “what the hell?!” you turned your back to Yelena, “You’ve got to get up, it’s your first day” she said before making her way downstairs. The smell of breakfast rushed up the stairs and into your room, making it impossible to sneak another 5 minutes of sleep in as your stomach growled for food. With a sigh and a kick of the covers, you slipped on some slippers and made your way downstairs.

“Good morning” Melina smiled as you walked by the kitchen, “morning” you retuned a soft smile and continued your way to the dining room where the others sat in small talk.

You sat down next to Natasha, the seat deemed as yours. Alexei sat to the right of you, Natasha to the left with Yelena across from Nat with an empty seat next to her for Melina. In the middle of the table was your typical breakfast meal, eggs, toast, bacon, sausages with breakfast juice in a jug to be shared.

“Help yourself” Alexei looked up from his newspaper as you looked over the options. This was better than the breakfast served in Red Room, you watched as Natasha and Yelena made their plates, Yelena grabbing her bottle of hot sauced and drizzled it over her eggs and bacon. “Are you not hungry?” she looked at you as you watched her place the red bottle back on the table. Moments before you were starving, keen for some warm food to fill you until lunch but the sight and smell of the food before you made your stomach turned. “I feel sick” you replied, your brows turned with confusion at the feeling in your stomach.

“Sounds like you’re nervous” Melina placed some more eggs and bacon on the plate in the middle of the game. “It’s your first day of school, it’s completely normal” she smiled softly once more at you.

Two weeks ago, you told Melina you wanted to go to school, it took some time to get everything set for you. Melina took you shopping for accessories, some clothing and of course, she treated you to more books. Now your bookcase was full, and you couldn’t wait to read book by book. Today was Friday, the last day of the school week. Both Melina and principle Strange thought it would be best for your first day to be Friday then you could have the weekend to rest and prepare for a full week as of Monday.

“Here, have an egg and some bacon with a bit of fruit. You’ll need a full stomach” Melina placed your plate in front of you. Slowly, you grabbed the silver fork beside you and ate slowly, careful not to upset your stomach even more.

After breakfast, leaving your plate half eaten and Alexei finishing it off for you before Melina saw, you got dressed and packed your bag. “Ready? Natasha is going to drive us today. Usually, I get the bus, but I can’t be bothered today” Yelena stood in the door frame. Your stomach buzzing with nervous, softly nodding.

The drive to school didn’t help your nerves. You felt sicker than you did at breakfast, your right leg bouncing up and down the whole ride. Natasha took a mental note of your state so she could keep an eye on you for the day. “What’s your first class?” Yelena asked from the front seat, looking at you from over her shoulder.

“English” you mumbled trying not to think about school. Being under Dreykov’s control you’d never had to experience feelings like these, nerves, or butterflies. You were numb to everything, only feeling hurt if you were attacked. “Oh, you’ve got Miss Hill” Yelena turned to her phone, “She’s cool” she adds. You didn’t care for the small talk, you just wanted to get back to place you now called home as fast as you could.

Pulling up at the large school that held a giant ‘A’ with a circle like shape around it your nerves got worse. Your palms were sweating again, the sight of many other students made you start to hyperventilate. Natasha parked in the staff parking area and told Yelena to give you both a moment.

“Y/n, look at me” Natasha spoke once Yelena got out of the car. Your eyes were super glued to your feet, your right leg bounce more than before. “Y/n” she spoke softly, you flickered your eyes up at her, clenching your jaw. “Breathe. It’s okay” she placed a hand on your knee to stop it bouncing. “Deep breath in” she started, you followed her actions, “and out slowly” she exhaled with you. You did this a few more times with her until you felt somewhat okay.

“I don’t want to go anymore; I’ve changed my mind. Please take me home” you begged. Natasha watched as you closed your eyes and rubbed your hands on your thighs, your leg trying to start bouncing again. She remembered Yelena’s first day and how much of shitstorm that ended up being. Yelena got into a fight before lunch and was sent home and wasn’t allowed to return until the following week.

“This is your mission” she said, “you have to do it. We need you to do it” she adds as soon as she saw your body relax at her words. Doing missions and training was all you truly knew; it was something you were good at.

“M-mission?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m giving you a mission. I want you to attend the classes on your timetable and blend in” she explained. “W-why?”

“I’ve heard some rumours and I think you’re the best person for the job”

The more she spoke, the calmer you felt. “What rumours?” you asked.

“There’s something call ‘The Avengers’ I don’t know much about it. Do you think you could find out some more information? Apparently, they’re a bunch of superhero’s” she shrugged. You nodded, “good” she smiled, “but you can’t ask questions, you have to do this without being detected” she adds. “I’ve done this before” you grabbed your back and opened the door. Natasha smiled to herself as she watched you walk towards the building with Yelena.

“Do you know where your first class is?” Yelena asked, you nodded, “I’ll see you at lunch, right?”

“Yeah, what class do you have before lunch?”

You pulled your folded timetable out from your pocket and handed it to Yelena.

“Oh, you’ve got gym” she chuckled, “with Natasha”

“Natasha is a student here too? Melina didn’t tell me that”

“No, she teaches here”

You frowned in confusion. “Yeah, this school is mainly catering for people like us, I guess” she explained as the two of you kept walking towards your first class. “There you are! I thought you were running late” a girl with long dark hair approached the pair of you. She wore blue ripped jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt, and a black checkered coat. “I text you saying I was coming” Yelena replied.

“Is this Y/n?” the girl smiled as she reached her hand out, “I’m Kate, it’s nice to finally meet you!” she smiled. “Y/n” you took her hand gently and shook it before letting go. “You weren’t lying, Lena! You both do look alike”

You looked between the two and struggled to understand why Kate would ever annoy Yelena. “Are you nerves to start today? I was, I think we all were” Kate lightly chuckled, “but don’t worry, you can always hang out with us. Wanda is running late like always, but you can meet her at lunch if you’d like” she went on.

“Kate Bishop, stop overloading my sister” Yelena spung Kate around and gave her a light push towards a classroom, “if you need me, text me. Did you bring your phone?” she asked you. You nodded once more, “alright, well your class is right there. I’ll see you at lunch” she softy smiled before walking with Kate into the classroom across the hall.

Walking into your classroom, a woman with brown hair greeted you with a smile. “You must be Y/n, I’m Miss Hill” she introduced herself, “take a seat anywhere you’d like, class is about to start in 5 minutes” she added. You took a seat at the back on the classroom. It was set out almost the same to Red Room, each Widow had their own small desk that had 3 desk per row, but this classroom wasn’t dark like Red Room, this had colour and life to it.

“Hey, you’re Yelena’s sister, right?” a voice beside you spoke, you looked over and nodded slowly. “I’m Peter” the boy smiled, “Peter Parker and this is Ned and MJ”

“Hey” Ned smiled with a light wave, “Hi” MJ followed. You sent them a soft smile back and introduced yourself even though they already knew who you were. “If you need any study notes, you can borrow mine. But I’m sure Miss Hill won’t give you any homework on your first day” Peter offered. “Thank you” you replied.

“Alright guys let’s take our seats and get started” Miss Hill stood at the front of the class as the last couple of students made their way into the room.

“We have a new member of the class today; I want you all to be kind and give her a warm welcome. Y/n is just down the back there” she smiled pointing the students in your direction and suddenly all eyes were on you. A few students smiled softly before turning their attention back to the front and others whispered hellos or just looked at you. You quickly hoped that each class wouldn’t start off the same way.

“Just a reminder that your analysing poem’s essay is due by the end of the day, we won’t be doing any more work it today as we are starting the new topic, analysing Shakespeare” Miss Hill explained earning a handful of sighs from the class. “Guys, you knew this topic was coming” she playfully shook her head and grabbed a small handful of books form her desk. “Please don’t tell me that’s Romeo and Juliet” one student groaned.

“No Jacob, it’s actually MacBeth” Miss Hill started to hand out copies of the book.

After English, you had Maths with Mr. Stark in the next room. “Y/n, could I please see you before you go?” Miss Hill asked as everybody packed up their belongings. Slowly you walked to the front of the class where her desk was, she smiled and waved off the other students until it was just the two of you in the room.

“I just have a couple of things here for you. We weren’t given any record of past education so I just need to see where your levels are at and what best ways, I can teach you” she explained.

“I did some English in Re…where I was before” you corrected yourself, “and some maths, mostly just basic subjects but more physically education and language” you added.

“Oh okay, sorry, what school was that?”

You panicked not knowing what to answer with, “I d-don’t think I’m allowed to say” you spoke. Miss Hill nodded, “that’s okay, do you remember what you learnt?” she asked.

“We leant a bit of things, mostly more how to fi…defend ourselves and I can speak 6 different languages”

“Do you have a laptop or computer at home?”

You nodded. “Do you have an email address? I want to email you a link to an online test. It’s just for me to see where you’re at with your reading and writing, that way we can work out what we already know and what we can learn”

“I don’t know what this…I mean I don’t know if I have one”

“That’s okay, uhm, I’ll email it to Melina or Natasha and hopefully you can sit down for 10 minutes over the weekend and have a go at it for me” she smiled once more, “you best get to your next class, maths with Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah and thank you. I will do it as soon as I am home” you smiled softly before walking to your next class.

By the time you had finished Maths and History with Mr Rogers, you just wanted gym class to be over. You were tired and ready to have something for lunch. Peter, Ned, and MJ let you sit with them in your classes and introduced you to some other students that were happy to greet you with a smile and offer you class notes if you needed them. You were glad everybody seemed nice, and nobody asked you too many questions about you, but you were getting a little tired of the comment of looking like Yelena. Sure, you shared her nose, and your eyes were darker than hers, but your hair wasn’t as blonde, and your accent wasn’t as thick.

Natasha being your gym teacher was slightly weird for you, given that you mostly saw her at home, and she was slightly softer than she was here. She didn’t take crap from students who played up and she didn’t think twice about kicking students out of her class if she needed. You were glad she treated you the same way she treated the rest of the class, no special treatment just because she lived with you. Once the bell rang for lunch you follow the crowd of students to the cafeteria when you didn’t see Yelena or Kate waiting outside gym class.

“Murder” a voice whispered as girl with light brown hair harshly bumped into you. “What?” you turned around the girl disappeared within the large group of hungry teenagers behind you. The noise from the cafeteria was too much for your ears to handle, unable to tune out the extra voices, you found your way outside where it was it wasn’t as loud.

“There you are, we were looking for you” Yelena’s voice spoke from behind you, you turned to face her, “I couldn’t find you, сестра” you replied. “We saw you leaving gym class but lost you in the crowd, how was your classes?” Kate asked with a smile. Beside her stood a woman that looked to be the same age as Yelena, she had light brown hair, big green, emerald eyes, red lips, and a few beauty marks. She didn’t look too impressed, she wore a black dress that sat just above her needs and a red leather jacket over the top finished with two necklaces, one longer than the other, some earrings and rings on each of her fingers.

“Class was fine” you replied unable to move your eyes from the woman beside her. Her eyes moved up and down your body before she gave you a soft smirk. “Oh, this is Wanda. She doesn’t talk much” Kate. “Maybe because you talk so damn much” Wanda glared. She had an accent; one you’d only heard a few times. You knew it was rude to stare but you couldn’t help but take in every feature of Wanda’s face. She noticed your eyes stuck on her as she tilted her head slightly to the left and smirked once more.

“Can we go eat now?” Yelena groaned, breaking the eye contact between you and Wanda. “Yes, please!” Kate added. Wanda didn’t say anything, but her eyes stay on you as you avoided looking at her. “Y/n, are you hungry?” Yelena asked earning nod. “Sweet, let’s go to the pizza parlour down by the corner” Kate suggested.

“We can leave school for lunch?” you asked, “wouldn’t we get into trouble?”

Wanda chuckled, “What’s wrong with a little trouble?” she asked you in her thick accent. “Leave her alone Wanda, it’s her first day” Yelena sent her a look, but her smirk was still lingering. “It’s fine, as long as we’re back before next class” Yelena said. You followed the group of three down the footpath towards the pizza parlour, Wanda looked back at you here and there making you frown more so to yourself. You wondered what her issue was, if any and why did she keep giving your that sly smirk. She was a totally different vibe than Kate and you weren’t sure if you liked Wanda being around or not.

Yelena brought you a slice of pizza as you sat at the table with Wanda, she kept looking at you with that smirk you wanted so badly to wipe of her face. “So, you’re Belova’s little sister” she spoke, “what gave that away?” you snapped only for her to chuckle once more, “calm down, I’m just making conversation” she says. Conversation or not, her vibe wasn’t making you feel comfortable. “I’d rather we didn’t” you admitted, shifting away from her, “No you don’t” she replied, the smirk returning to her lips as you side eyed her, “you’re not like Yelena, are you? You’re more, quiet, distant” she adds.

“I have my reasons” you mumbled, your leg starting to bounce under the table. “Why are you worried? I’m not going to hurt you” she said to your surprise. “I’m not worried”

Your eyes drifted to Yelena and Kate who were paying for the tray of pizza slices, thankful they’d return soon, and you could ignore Wanda once again. “Your thoughts are loud and clear, they almost hurt my feelings” Wanda spoke just as Kate and Yelena returned. You shot Wanda a glare and quickly became uncomfortable around her once more. Kate and Yelena didn’t seem to be bothered by the her as they ate their pizza and poked fun at one another. Wanda didn’t engage in any of the conversations being throw about but instead kept her eyes focused on you like she was trying to read you like a book or pick your mind what you really thought. She saw how uncomfortable she made you, the way you would look at her for a slit second just to see if she was still looking at you, the way you picked tiny pieces from your pizza, small enough that you didn’t have to chew.

“Y/n, Nat wants to know if you’re staying at school for the rest of the day” Yelena placed her phone in front of you to read the text message, you couldn’t help it but take one last look at Wanda who watched you like a hawk. You wanted to say no and go home and get comfortable with a new book, but something was telling you to stay.

“Just tell her I’ll be fine to go home with you” you replied. You didn’t see it, but Wanda smiled when you said you’d stay.

After pizza the four of you made the walk back to school, Kate, and Yelena slightly ahead while Kate begged her to go to the movies later tonight, Wanda stayed a few steps behind you as she lit her cigarette.

“You smoke?” you looked back her, the smell of cigarette burning into your nose. “Yeah” she replied before taking a puff. “Oh, not again! Wanda, put that out!” Kate groaned. “Make me” Wanda cocked an eyebrow as she exhaled, the cloud of smoke lingering around her as it drifted into thin air. “You’re not supposed to smoke until you’re 21” you pointed to the box in her hand, she chuckled with a slight shake of her head, “who are you huh? The police? Who cares, have you even tried it?” she asked.

“Wanda, don’t even try it!” Yelena stopped in her tracks and looked between the two of you, “She’s 15” she adds.

“Oh, come on Yelena, one puff won’t hurt her” Wanda huffed. “I’m fine, thanks” you looked at her as she took another puff. “When’s your 16th birthday?” she asked you. Yelena shrugged when you looked at her for an answer. Dreykov destroyed any traces of the Widow’s true identity. “Wait you both don’t know when your birthday is?” she looked between you both. “Shit, neither did I” she added when you both shook your heads, “just pick a random day and call it your birthday, that’s what I did until I found out my real birthday” she explained.

Her comment made you wonder what she was talking about. Was she also a victim of Dreykov’s? if so, you’d never heard her name before or seen her around Red Room. Maybe that’s why she was strange towards you, the smirking and consistent staring, or the smart-ass comments, you wanted to ask what she was talking about but the look on Yelena’s face suggested you didn’t.

“Go on Y/n, pick a day, any day” Wanda broke your thoughts. You’d never experienced a birthday before, so it never worried you but now being free, you were able to have a party or cake. You thought about what you’d seen in the cartoons and how happy the birthday person was on their special day; you’d lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes, but you never let it weight on you long enough to be an issue.

“It’s fine… I don’t need a birthday” you said. “No, go on, pick a day” Wanda insisted. “Wands, she said it’s fine. Just drop it” Yelena spoke.

“Uh, I don’t know, when’s your birthday?” you asked.

“February 10th”

“So, you’re 16?”

“Yes, now pick a day and month, come on” she hurried taking another puff of her cigarette. You took a moment to think about it. Given it was currently May, you didn’t want to pick something too soon and nothing too late. “Uhm, July 13th” you answered. “Perfect, now Belova, your turn” her eyes turned to Yelena, “oh I don’t care about this” she turned her back to keep walking.

“сестра please” you spoke, unsure why you wanted her to pick a day. Yelena stopped and looked back at you, “Agh” she groaned, “fine, September 28th. Can we go now?” she turned back around and kept walking. A soft smiled tugged at your lips as you remember to write Yelena’s birthday on your calendar at home.

The rest of the day was easy, this could’ve been because it’s Friday and everybody just wanted it to hit 3pm so they could start their weekend, but you were just ready to go home. You were exhausted, the last few classes seemed to have drained you and overloaded you with new information, names to remember and homework to take home. You sighed with relief when the bell rang, the final bell of the day. Yelena text you saying she’d meet you out the front of the building. Again, you followed the large crowd of loud students, covering your ears the best you could just to block out some of the noise, a headache threating to consume your afternoon.

“Murder” a familiar voice spoke in passing, kicking their foot out beneath you causing you to trip. “Agh!” you groaned as the crowd of students walked around you. “Who are you!” you looked up at a girl with short black hair, blue eyes, and a scare on her chin. “You don’t remember me?” she asked as you stood back on your feet and looked back and forth into her eyes trying to search for any memory of who she was. “Or maybe you remember my sister, Grace” she added. The name sound familiar but nothing came to mind, “you know I thought it was just a rumour that you’d be coming here but then I saw Melina taking to principle Strange and I knew it was true”

��I…I d-don’t know who you are” you stuttered with a frown. “Oh, but you do Y/n. You killed my sister, remember? I begged you to not follow his orders, but you just had to prove you were better than the rest of us” she explained as the memory finally hit you. “Asya… I – “

“Save it” she muttered, “I don’t want to hear it” she added. By now the hall wasn’t as crowed with students, your heart raced as you saw Natasha turn the corner behind Asya and walk towards you. “I’m going to make your time here living hell” she muttered, “I’m sorry Asya…you have to understand that I didn’t want to…I loved Grace”

“Don’t say her name! You did it to prove to him that you could take on the famous Black Widow” she replied giving you a slight shove. “Is there a problem here?” Natasha spoke making Asya jump slightly, “oh no Miss Romanova. I was just helping the new girl” Asya turned and smiled sweetly. Natasha didn’t buy it; she saw the shove but let it go. “Well have a great weekend, Asya” she spoke. “This isn’t over” Asya whispered as she walked by you. “Do you know her?” Nat asked once Asya walked out the main doors. You shook your head, “no, we just bumped into each other by accident” you lied.

“How was your first day?” you walked with Nat out the main doors where Yelena was waiting. “It was okay, I have some homework to do when we get home” you replied. Yelena chuckled, “you’re supposed to do that on a Sunday” she said, “it’s Friday night, don’t go home and do homework after being here for 7 hours” Yelena added.

The drive home was quiet as you drifted in and out of sleep, the memory of that day in Red Room flashing in your mind.

~ “Y/n, wake up!” Asya shook you awake. “Huh? Asya? What are you doing? It’s late” you rubbed your eyes. “He’s coming! He knows! I tried to escape!” she spoke quickly, you frowned, “what are you talking about?” you mumbled.

“This! Look! He had this implanted into our thighs!” she shoved a small chip into your sight. “He is controlling us Y/n! we have to get out of here!” she adds. “You’re being silly Asya, this is our home. Where would we go?”

“He’s going to kill me…please, you have to tell him I was here the whole time. I will explain everything later” she begged. The loud footsteps of soldiers coming down the hall make her beg more, “please Y/n!”

“Okay! Geez, just go back to bed” you spoked as the footsteps got closer. “Thank you!” she whispered before quickly getting into her bunk, making it look like she was asleep. The door swung open, and the light blinded your eyes.

“Get up!” Dreykov spoke sternly. You and Asya got out of bed and stood like soldiers in training before him. “Which one of you was it huh? Which one of you tried to leave?” he looked deeply into your eyes then Asya. “None of us, Sir. We would never leave. This is our home” you spoke with confidence. “Well, somebody tried to leave! Who was it!” Dreykov stepped closer to you, “we have no reason to leave sir. You have given us everything we could ever need” you looked beyond him eating him the words he wanted to hear.

It was silent as he looked between you both, hoping for one of you to break character but neither of you did. He saw a dark wet patch on Asya’s thigh then turned to face his soldiers, “you idiots are lying!” he muttered before switching the light off, “go to bed!” added before slamming the door shut.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” Asya wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace. You moved out of her hold, “go to bed” you spoke coldly before returning to your bunk. ~

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop and you were finally home, if you knew what a home felt like. Walking the up the stairs Melina following behind you, “how as your day?” she asked. “It was fine” you mumbled with exhaustion. “Did you make any friends?” Melina, not wanting to be that mother asked. “I met a couple of people, everybody was nice, and I had no problems, but I am really tired” you explained, “I just want a nap” you placed your bag by your desk before kicking your shoes off. “I’ll wake you when dinner is ready” Melina smiled, “I’m glad you had a great first day” she added before closing your door.

You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed to yourself as more memories came to light.

~ “The other night one of you tried to leave” Dreykov spoke as he walked down the line of standing Widows. “One of you will pay for breaking the rules” he added, his eyes darting for Asya who did her best to stay in character.

“Bring her in” he turned to two of his soldiers. You and the other Widows watched as the two soldiers dragged another girl into the room. “Y/n, step forward!” Dreykov looked at you with cold eyes. You did as ask and took a step forward, standing out from the line-up. Asya tried her best to keep her eyes looking forward and not at her sister who was on her knees in front of the group. “убей ее” Dreykov whispered into your ear.

“This will teach any of you what will happen if you try to go against me ever again!” Dreykov spoke loudly for the whole room to hear. You walked over to Grace who looked up at you with pleading eyes, “please no” she mouthed but it wasn’t enough. You stepped behind her and wrapped one arm around her head.

“NO! PLEASE DON’T!” Asya cried, falling to her knees. “It was me! I tried to leave!! Just leave her alone, please!! I won’t do it again, I promise!!” she begged one Dreykov looked at her, his hand up at you and you let go of the girl in front of you. “I won’t do it again just don’t harm her” Asya cried. Dreykov shook his head in disappointment and turned back to you “ убей ее” he said coldly. Your arm wrapped around her face once more, “NO Y/N PLEASE DON’T!” Asya screamed but she knew the training, she knew nothing she said, no matter how hard she begged would stop you from doing as told. “PLEASE Y/N STOP!!” she screamed once more to hide the cracking sound of bones breaking.

You stepped back from the body as she lies there, Asya crying hard as she crawled over to her lifeless sister, “Grace, please…. open your eyes” she begged. “Get her out of here” Dreykov instructed his soldiers who took Asya away the same way they brought Grace in.

The scene showed no effect on the Widows, but it put Dreykov’s point across. “Get to your rooms!” he ordered as you all walked in sync to your rooms. ~

“She’s right” you mumbled to yourself, tears rolling down your face, “I’m a murder”

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The Black Widows Brother

(Yelena and Natasha x ftm brother reader)

Summary:Natasha and Yelena had another sister in Ohio. They escaped the Red Room only years later to meet each other again. But when they meet her again it turns out he was their brother the whole time.

Warnings:swearing,brief violence,dysphoria,unintentional misgendering

Word count:4,288

It was hell. It was for every one of you, you grew up constantly having to fight each other to survive. Kids shouldn't grow up having their mantra be, kill or be killed. That's what you always thought after that undercover mission in Ohio.

You had to pretend to be a family. A guy named Alexei as your dad, an older widow Melina as your mom, and lastly your sisters, Natasha and Yelena. God you loved those two more than anything. Even if it was all fake it was nice to pretend to be a normal family.

Sadly it ended and even though you tried to stay together you were kids, you could only do so much against fully trained adults. You never saw any of them again, but managed to sneak a photo of your sisters with you. It's what kept you going.

Years after when you were a teenager you started to realize that you felt more masculine. You'd always wanted to be a tomboy but now you hated the curves you were getting and your chest, as well as your voice. You despised all the feminine stuff they made you do, more than the others.

Could you be a guy? I mean weirder shit's happened to you. Whatever the answer, you knew you couldn't take this anymore and started to plan your escape. It was hard and took years of planning but you did it. Not without some scars though, the most prominent being the long one under your ear from a bullet narrowly missing you.

Once you were in the clear you ended up doing mercenary work to make ends meet, and afford to never stay in one place too long. People didn't seem to care about hiring a teenager to kill someone or whatever else they wanted.

You always tried to make as little of an impression as possible, but it was kinda hard with a scar on your face or a mask to cover it.

You eventually found out what being trans was and everything just clicked together. Luckily you had made enough money for what you needed to transition. And you were finally happy with your body.It was easy to change your name as well when you're a ghost.

No matter where you were or what you were doing you always had that picture of your sisters with you hidden in your necklace. And it was still what kept you going, even though you didn't know if they were alive.

After everything with Thanos was over you managed to see the Avengers on tv and saw Nat was fine. You were so relieved you hid and cried, happy she was ok. You still didn't know about Yelena though and you started thinking she was dead.

Afterwards you just went back to normal continuing your nomadic shit and doing mercenary work along the way. But you were eventually on a powerful group's radar.

After a year of playing cat and mouse they finally caught you, you ended up in a cell. After what felt like forever a man walked in.

"Try not to wear a track in the floor from your pacing. Please, sit." He gestured to the table in the room. You didn't.

"Or not." He said shrugging. He sat down before saying. "You have quite the reputation for a ghost. As far as we can see you popped up out of nowhere."

You didn't say anything.

He looked at you not saying anything before going to his folder. "Alias:Phasmus, real name:unknown. Guilty of murder, assault, theft, and smuggling. And those are just the ones we know of. You're in a bad position here."

You still didn't talk and it was starting to annoy him not that he showed it.

"Listen, I met a person like you. Came from a bad start, hurting people. But one of my agents decided to go against orders and help her." He leaned forward on the table "I see the same hurt and potential in you that he saw in her, and now she's the best of the best."

You stared at him before saying "You asking me to join the boy scouts Fury?"

He smirked "If you wanna call it that. You'd be helping people and you wouldn't have to constantly move."

You thought about it. Natasha was there, maybe you could see her again. You held your necklace tightly zoning out, you missed her and surely if Nat trusted them they were fine.

"Deal pirate man."

After a week or so Fury had decided to finally introduce you to earth's mightiest heroes. Fury, or as you liked calling him to his annoyance pirate man, Maria Hill, and you, rode into the compound.

"Don't do anything stupid here Phasmus or you're going to spend your life in a cell." Maria reminded you.

You didn't even look at her, you just grunted in acknowledgment of her sentence. You were looking out the window trying to calm yourself, you were about to meet your sister for the first time in years. You escaped before Natasha, would she even remember you? Or worse what if she didn't like you for being trans?

Maria snapped you out of your thoughts by literally snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"We're here." She said, and you saw a little bit of worry in her.

You just nodded and got out with her and Fury. You were wearing your mercenary outfit, mask over your face. It made you feel safe for some reason, even though you've been shot at wearing it. Maybe it was because it made you feel hidden.

You all walked in, Fury giving you a very brief overview of the Avengers. Including what he expected from you. You of course only half listened, trying to keep your breathing under control. They didn't know you were a black widow and you liked it that way, less questions for now. But damn would it surprise them. Hell they didn't even know you were trans.

"Ok, wait here. I'll talk to them first, then you'll come in." Fury told you before turning to Maria "Watch him." She nodded and you rolled your eyes.

After he walked in you leaned against a wall setting your foot on it. "Don't put your shoes on the wall." Maria told you. "It's cleanable." You said flatly.

She shook her head, rubbing her eyes in frustration and sighed, clearly already tired of your shit. "Just, don't be an ass in there."

"I won't." You said staring off into space clearly thinking about something. And Maria saw it, but it didn't look like you were planning anything bad, if anything you looked worried.

"What is it? You look pretty worried for an infamous mercenary." She asked. You cursed yourself for letting the figurative mask slip.

"Nothing you need to worry about Agent Hill. It's my problem, not yours." She was surprised, you never called her agent, it was always Hill or Maria if you were mad at her. So she got a feeling it was serious but before she got a chance to ask, Fury called you two in.

He quickly started introducing you to the team. "This is Phasmus. As I said, his skill set is pretty much the same as Romanoff's." It was still weird to hear her called Romanoff and not Romanova.

You spotted her as soon as you walked in, sat around the same table as her team. You were luckily able to keep from staring, it was hard though. You just wanted Fury and Hill to piss off so you can talk to your sister for the first time in years.

"Where are you from exactly?" Steve asked.

"Somewhere unimportant." You said flatly. It made him a little uncomfortable, especially with knowing your background as a mercenary.

"How do we know we can even trust you?" Tony asked

Fury was about to answer before you did. "How do I know I can trust you?"

Fury just sighed. "I trust him enough to have him here and not rotting in a cell. I'm taking a chance with him, the same Barton did with Romanoff, and I trust you all to watch him."

Tony sighed as well before nodding and muttering an "ok."

Fury looked over everyone, including you before telling Cap to help you set up your room. Not like you had much anyway. It was really just a large hiking backpack, what you could keep in there was all you had.

"Well I think you all have it from here. Good luck Avengers, I'll be seeing you." And with that he left, and you just stood there awkwardly before Cap suggested moving to the living room to talk after he showed you to your room so you could put your bag in there.

"Is that really all you have?" Steve asked when you put it down.

"Yeah. I moved constantly, I couldn't afford to have more than the essentials." He looked at you sadly, he was too nice for his own good you thought.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. Let's get back to the others if that's it." He said and you nodded following him.

While Steve was helping you Natasha couldn't stop thinking about you. You looked so familiar but she didn't know where from. She was so focused on it Wanda accidentally heard her thoughts.

Luckily the others were talking and laughing so they wouldn't attract attention. "You're thinking too loud Nat." She said lightly.

"Oh sorry. It's just bugging me. He looks so familiar but I don't know where from."

"Phasmus?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you knew someone who looked like him?" Wanda offered as an explanation.

Natasha thought about it. "Maybe."

Just after their conversation you and Steve walked back in.

After choosing your spots, you sitting the furthest away from them, Steve spoke. "Ok how about we get to know each other?"

"If you make us go around in a circle I'm jumping out the window." Tony said.

You knew Wanda could read minds so you tried to keep yours quiet. Easier said than done when being so close to your sister.

Vision did ask something while Cap and Tony were arguing, causing them to stop.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you move so often? It seems as though you were running from something."

Your fairly relaxed face turned cold and you glared at the android.

"I'm a mercenary, I have enemies."

Vision seemed a little anxious but continued. "Yes, but even when you first appeared in Ukraine you were moving constantly. I don't mean to offend, I'm simply curious."

You still glared but coldly now. "Just stop asking about it."

He nodded. "Of course. My apologies if I overstepped your boundaries."

He sure was a polite robot. "It's fine."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "You won't tell us where you're from or why you moved so much. Is there anything you'll tell us, your favorite thing for breakfast maybe?" He said annoyed.

"My favorite thing for breakfast is being able to have breakfast." You said.

The room went silent.

"I know what that's like." Bucky said. "Being on the run constantly is hard, any food is good food right?"

You smirked behind your mask. "Yeah. It is."

Trying not to have an awkward silence again Sam spoke this time. "So, uh, what's with the mask? I mean we already know who you are, kinda."

You looked at him before looking at Natasha out of the corner of your eye. You also saw Wanda sit up a little straighter. She didn't mean to but she saw some of it, running in the woods from the Red Room, you, Yelena, and Natasha as kids, she pulled back as soon as she could. She was confused, very very, confused.

You had a feeling she saw into your mind. You leaned forward, arms resting on your legs.

You pulled your mask down, followed by a few gasps and wide eyes.

"I was running from" you paused "from where I came from. They were chasing me to either bring me back dead, or alive. One bullet grazed me here." You said pointing to it, before subconsciously rubbing it.

It was silent for a while before she spoke up. It reminded her of the stories of what happened if you tried running from the Red Room.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Whoever they are, you're safe from them here, I promise."

You had trouble looking away from her. But you did eventually. You smiled slightly. "Thanks."

Steve spoke next. "I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I'm sorry you went through that. If you're comfortable you could tell us who they are and we can protect you from them?"

You put your head down, shaking it, chuckling joyless.

"You wouldn't believe me Captain."

He smiled at you sweetly. "Try me."

You stared at him. 'Guess it's now or never y/n' you thought.

Taking a deep breath you told them. "I was running from-from the Red Room."

You could feel the wave of shock that hit everyone.

Natasha looked cold, emotionless. "Prove it."

You pushed up your sleeves leaving your bracelets. You had modified them to look different so if someone from the Red Room saw they wouldn't clock you as being from there. They looked more masculine and fit your style more.

You turned them on and they lit up. Pointing them at a wall you shot it once before turning them back off, handing one to Natasha.

She was surprised when I almost matched hers perfectly besides the exterior of them.

"I modified them so they didn't look like widowbites. I didn't want them to find me for obvious reasons."

"Wait but I thought the Red Room only had women as widows?" Sam asked.

"They do." You paused "I was there because I'm a trans guy. That's part of the reason I was so desperate to leave."

Everyone was staring at you, understandably.

Natasha was still looking at your widowbites. She didn't know what to think. Her mind going a million miles an hour.

"He's telling the truth." Wanda said. "I accidentally saw into his mind."

You gave her a thankful nod.

"Did you leave with anyone?" Steve asked.

You looked down. "No. I-I had people I would have liked to go with but I didn't even know if they were alive."

"Friends?"

"Sestry."

(Sisters)

Natasha looked up at you. She remembered when she left Yelena behind, and saw you felt just as guilty about it as her.

"What were they like?" Sam asked softly, smiling at you.

You smiled, and started to play with your necklace without realizing.

"They were amazing. We weren't together as long as we wanted to be but we had a lot of fun. They were both goofy. One more than the other." You smiled reminiscing. "They made me feel like I could be myself for the first time in my life. I could be masculine there with them."

Some were smiling sadly, others with siblings felt your pain and smiled thinking about their siblings.

"Siblings bring the best out of us." Wanda said. "My brother Peitro is so annoying at times but he brings out the best in me, more than anyone else. I think once he gets back he'll love you."

You smiled and without thinking looked at Natasha. Each of you looking at each other, before Tony asked a question. 'Why did he look at me like she did?' Natasha thought. 'There's no way.'

"If you remember their names I can look for them. I'm sure we can find them."

"And if they're still in there?" You asked.

Everyone looked at you surprised, including Natasha.

"Phasmus, we destroyed the Red Room years ago. My sister and our parents."

You looked at her shocked. "W-what? When?"

Natasha sighed, realizing the reason you were running so much. "2016. We released the widows from Dreykov's control with something called red dust. We can get you some if you'd like?"

You were in shock but shakily answered "Y-yeah, I would. Thanks."

You started staring off. You couldn't believe it, 10 years, you were running from them for 10 years after they were destroyed.

"10 years." You muttered "I was running for 10 years I didn't have to." You put your head in your hands, you didn't want to cry but you were close.

"Your sister, and parents, are they ok?" You asked, trying to mask as many emotions as possible.

"Yes. They're all fine. My sister, Yelena, is out trying to find other escaped widows with Kate, another Avenger. They're supposed to be back in a few days."

You held your necklace tightly, with your head down. Thank god. You didn't realize you said it out loud, leaving a very confused Natasha.

She looked at you weird. 'Why is he so concerned? No, there's no way, it can't be.' She thought.

"Hey! Maybe mini Romanoff and mini Hawkeye found your sisters. You could ask them when they get back." Tony said, not catching onto what was happening with you and Nat. In his defense he wasn't the only one who didn't pick up on it.

Natasha looked at Wanda having a telepathic conversation. "Wanda?"

"Yes?"

"It can't be her can it?"

"Your other sister?"

"Yeah."

"I think he is. When I accidentally looked into his mind, I saw you and Yelena."

Once Natasha got over the shock of what might be happening she got up and walked over to you, sitting by you.

"Hey." She said softly, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You looked over at her. "I know it's wrong to ask your deadname so i won't but, are you her?"

Your eyes went wide and that dam was about to break. You smiled at her "Privet sestra."

(Hi sister)

Her eyes went wide. "He's telling the truth Nat." Wanda told her telepathically.

Her eyes started watering before she pulled you into a tight hug, which you reciprocated.

"I thought you were dead." Nat cried.

"I thought you and Lena were dead for a while too."

The others were smiling at you both. Natasha and Yelena always talked about their other sibling, how much they loved them and missed them. So the team was so happy to see you both meet again after all this time.

Clint almost cried too. One of the first things Natasha asked him when they first met was if he heard anything about you or someone fitting your description and was heartbroken when he hadn't.

When you two pulled back you just stared at each other. Natasha holding your face slightly, smiling.

"I guess I should call you rodnoy brat now."

(Brother)

You smiled even more at that. "Yeah."

At that moment Clint got a text from Kate saying her and Yelena were coming back early, and by early I mean they were almost back.

"Uh, hey Nat, Phasmus? Kate and Yelena are coming back early. As in almost here apparently."

"Wait, really?" You said.

He nodded. "Kate just texted me. Guessing she forgot to before."

"Looks like you'll be having a family reunion." Thor said with that big smile of his.

"Would you like us to leave you all?" Steve asked.

You and Nat looked at each other, you nodded and she said "Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Ok. You heard her let's leave them to their family reunion.

"Hey, would you mind Clint staying at least for a little?" She asked you.

"No."

She smiled, thanking you. "Hey Clint? Would you mind staying for a bit?"

"No. Not at all." He said moving to sit closer to you both as everyone else left.

It had been about 15 minutes before the elevator opened and Kate and Yelena came in. God she looked different, but a good different.

You and Nat had wiped your faces so you didn't look like you were both crying.

When they noticed you with Clint and Natasha they were very confused. Yelena stared at you suspicious. You didn't blame her, you'd do the same.

"Uh, Clint? Who's this?" Kate asked very weary of you.

"This is Phasmus. He's new to the team. Fury just introduced us to him today." Clint answered.

Kate walked over a little but by Clint still. "Uh, hi. Phasmus, sir." She said nervously.

You just smirked at her. "Hi."

"So. You have powers?" She asked.

You shook your head slightly. "No. I'm a mercenary. Fury asked me to join the boy scouts and I said yes."

She looked scared and Yelena seemingly instinctively stepped in front of her.

Natasha got up putting her hands on your sister's shoulders. "He's trustworthy, I promise. Sit down."

Both of the women did and Nat sat next to you again. There was a long silence, you and Nat trying to figure out what exactly to say. But hating the silence Kate spoke still nervous.

"So, um. Why are you called Phasmus?"

"As a mercenary I was constantly moving. Never staying in one place for even just a month. My clients and the people they sent me after never saw my face. I was a ghost, and thus the name Phasmus which means ghost in Latin." You told her, trying not to scare her anymore than she already was.

"Oh ok. The name is cool." She stammered.

"Is that where the scar's from? Oh! I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that."She panicked. You just chuckled, she was actually doing you a favor without knowing.

"It's fine. I don't mind telling you." You looked between her and Yelena, than looked at Natasha who nodded at you smiling. Confusing the fuck out of Yelena.

"I got it escaping the Red Room. One bullet grazed my face. And I know they only have girls there, I was there because I'm trans."

Both women were surprised, especially Yelena. She, like Natasha, noticed how you looked like her missing sister, but didn't want to get her hopes up.

"That's why I moved so much. Worried they'd find me and drag me back any minute." Your voice was even and calm but with you staring off and the look of fear in your eyes showed how scared you had been of that.

"Because they wouldn't let you be a man." Kate said softly.

You looked up at her zoning back in. "Yeah. No more T, no top surgery, no nothing. Luckily I got top surgery fairly quick, but I was still worried about it." You sighed.

Yelena spoke this time. "That's understandable. They never did like self expression."

You three chuckled at that. Kate chuckled but didn't really get it. Clint shook his head at her.

"Natasha said you destroyed the Red Room, Yelena." You said.

She nodded. You smiled at her. "Good job. Did you get Dreykov?"

She nodded again, smirking. "Yeah we did. Natasha beat his ass." "But you killed him sestra." Natasha reminded her.

It was just like Ohio. Always crediting each other for whatever accomplishment you did together. "Just like Ohio." You muttered, barely a whisper, but she heard.

"What-what did you say?" Yelena stuttered.

You looked at the ground then back at her. "Just like Ohio."

Her eyes were wider than you thought was humanly possible. "No. No way."

Natasha went and sat by her, holding her hand. "Wanda read his mind. He's telling the truth. And I know you saw the resemblance."

Kate was also surprised but very happy for Yelena. She always talked about you and Natasha, so it was nice to finally meet you. Even if she still thought you were a little scary.

Yelena kept looking between you and Natasha, eyes tearing up before she said, voice shaking. "I didn't want to think you were dead. I always thought I would find you hunting down other widows." She got up and so did you before she damn near knocked you over hugging you.

"You look different."

"So do you Lena."

She pulled back and you put your heads against each other. "Please tell me your new name isn't Phasmus because I might have to kill you then."

You laughed. "No. It's y/n now."

"It fits you."

"Agreed."

You both sat back down, after collecting yourselves. You three all sat by each other,you by Natasha, Kate by Yelena, and Clint by Kate.

"I can't believe I have a brother!" Yelena said excited. "Does this mean we get to go shopping? What's your preferred style?"

You chuckled at her, same old Yelena. "I'd like that."

"Can I come too? Or is this a sibling only thing? Kate asked.

"Of course Kate Bishop. You do have a lot of money."

Kate acted offended. "Is that the only reason you keep me around? And here I thought you loved me." She joked with Yelena.

It was cute, but all you could focus on was the, "I thought you loved me" bit. Your sister had a girlfriend?

"Wait. Are you two dating?" You asked.

Kate instantly looked nervous again, Yelena didn't. "Oh yes. Kate Bishop here and I are together." She beamed.

You smiled. "I'm happy for you both. You're cute together."

"Thanks rodnoy brat."

(Brother)

"Speaking of partners, you remember Wanda?"

"You're dating her?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"You two seemed close. I'm happy for you too, sestra."

(Sister)

You thought for a minute then realized "Damn it, I'm the only single one!" You complained.

Everyone laughed, including you. You never thought you'd find them again but here they are. It's like you all just picked up where you left off. You were together and that's all that mattered to you.

(Might make a part 2 with Melina and Alexi)

Said part 2

#marvel #natasha romanoff x ftm reader #yelena belova x ftm reader #platonic natasha romanoff x reader #platonic yelena belova x reader #platonic fic #marvel fanfiction #ftm reader #trans male reader

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too-gay-for-marvel · 3 years

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secrets dont make friends

Request: Okay, gotcha! Could you write one where reader who's Nat's friend is in a secret relationship with Melina, Nat finds out and want to beat reader's ass? We need something fun after all you've put us through, miss

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: language

Pairing: Melina x Reader

“Are you busy next week?” Natasha asked as she stirred some honey into her tea.

“Depends,” you said around a mouthful of muffin.

“What do you mean it depends?” Natasha asked, turning around to stare you down.

“If you’re gonna ask me to babysit Parker or Bishop again, then I’m extremely busy,” you said. “But if it’s something fun, then I’m free.”

“You’re an ass,” Natasha teased, throwing a towel at your head. “I’m going to the farm next week because Yelena has time off.”

“Is Melina gonna be there?” You asked, your eyes suddenly turned down to look at your mug.

“Yeah,” Natasha nodded. “But Alexei is still gone.”

“Damn, I know I could’ve beat him this time,” you said with a cocky grin.

“You wouldn’t win even if you cheated.”

———

“One day, you’re gonna have to travel like a normal person,” you said as both you and Nat stepped out of the quinjet, bags slung over your shoulders.

“You know you love the privacy,” Nat shot back.

“I’m not saying I didn’t love it,” you said quickly. “But one day you will be humbled, and then you’ll have to travel in economy like the rest of us.”

“You think I would travel economy?” Nat asked, throwing you a look over her shoulder. “That’s cute.”

“You don’t get to be pretty and privileged,” you mumbled, sticking your tongue out at her behind her back.

“What was that?” Nat called back.

“Nothing, mind your own business,” you shouted. You hoisted your bag further up on your shoulder and kept walking, the farm getting nearer.

The closer you got to the farm house, the more excited you got. While you had been able to talk, you hadn’t seen Melina in about two months. You were rarely able to visit her without Nat or Yelena without raising suspicion, and both Widows had been busy for far too long.

And now you finally got to see her again. Now the only tricky part would be to stay sneaky around Nat and Yelena. Those nosey little bastards were going to be on your ass the whole time, and if they got in the middle of your romance you would murder them.

“You are late,” Melina called from the front door when you had gotten close enough.

“Someone was too busy complaining the whole time,” Nat said quickly, throwing you a look over her shoulder before walking up to give Melina a hug.

“I wasn’t complaining,” you mumbled, watching as Nat went inside and out of view.

“I’m sure you weren’t,” Melina said quietly so only you could hear. “Welcome back,” she whispered, gently pulling you into a quick kiss.

“No place like home,” you said, quickly pulling away when you heard footsteps in the house.

You both walked inside; close enough for comfort, but not to a suspicious degree. Even though you wanted to be closer, this was still better than nothing. Every few steps your hands would brush and it would send butterflies to your stomach. Things felt right again.

“Where is she?” You heard Yelena shout from inside the house.

“Oh god,” you whispered.

“Better watch out,” Melina teased, grabbing your bag as soon as Yelena found you.

“You’re dead to me,” Yelena shouted, stomping forward until she could jab her finger into your chest.

“What the hell did I do?” You asked, already just as heated. Melina was laughing quietly to herself in your peripheral.

“You stole the candy from my stash,” Yelena continued.

“Who told you that? They’re a fucking liar,” you argued.

“Nat told me,” Yelena said with arms crossed over her chest.

“Nat?” You asked right when the devil herself made it into the kitchen.

“What about me?” She asked.

Both you and Yelena looked down to see what was in her hands. That cursed object, the object of the argument; Yelena’s candy. And you knew for a fact that Nat had taken it because she had done so the last time she had visited the farm.

“You whore,” you accused.

“You lied to me?” Yelena asked incredulously.

“Alright you three, that’s enough,” Melina said quickly, stepping in between you and Nat. “Girls, go get ready, Y/N will help me with dinner.”

“Yes ma’am,” the Widows mumbled, shuffling away to go to their rooms.

“You’re going to cause trouble this week, aren’t you?” Melina asked as you pulled her closer by her hips.

“It’s a gift,” you shrugged, pulling her closer to kiss her once again.

You had missed her. You had missed her so fucking much, and now you could just hold her and kiss her again. It was so natural, you two fit like puzzle pieces. And now that you were back, even for a short time, things were right again.

“I knew it!”

Melina flinched as you jumped away, eyes wide at Yelena’s disgusted look. Your mouth flopped open and closed like a fish; what were you going to tell her? She had just caught the both of you red handed, now what?

“Lena listen-”

“You better not hurt her,” Yelena interrupted, an accusing finger pointed at you. Seems like you were going to be accused of everything now.

“I won’t,” you said softly. Yelena stared at you for a moment, then Melina, then back at you.

“I can’t wait to see what happens when Nat finds out,” Yelena said with a wicked grin.

“Don’t you dare,” you tossed back.

“I’m not saying anything,” Yelena shrugged. “It’s more fun this way.”

“You bitch,” you whispered, watching as Yelena walked away.

“Take it as a win,” Melina said softly, giving you one more kiss on the cheek. “Now help me with dinner.”

You were overly cautious as you helped Melina make dinner; something that you couldn’t pronounce but that would probably be delicious anyway. Not that you could eat once everyone was seated at the table. You were too busy trying not to throw up.

“You’re not eating,” Nat pointed out to you in the middle of dinner.

“Not hungry,” you said simply, pushing your food around with your fork.

“I’m sure she’ll eat plenty later tonight,” Yelena said with a knowing grin.

“Behave, Yelena,” Melina said, coming quickly to your defense.

“You okay?” Nat asked again, still looking at you.

“Done?” You asked, gesturing to Nat’s empty plate.

You didn’t give her time to answer before standing up and grabbing hers and Yelena’s plates, ignoring Yelena’s protests of “I’m not done yet.” You didn’t care if she was done, you just wanted to excuse yourself from the situation before you got too nervous and outed yourself in a fit of panic.

“You worry too much,” Melina said as she joined you in the kitchen.

“She’s gonna kill me,” you said quietly. You dumped the rest of Yelena’s food into the compost bin and tossed them in the sink, flinching at the noise.

“She will not,” Melina attempted to comfort you. “She’s smarter than you think.”

“No, she’s too smart, she’s going to know,” you sighed.

“Does it bother you that much?” Melina asked, causing you to shrink in on yourself as you started to clean the dishes in the hot water.

It wasn’t that it bothered you; quite frankly, you couldn’t care less what anyone else thought. But you had been sneaking around for so long, and Nat was your best friend, and she was fiercely protective of her Mama. What if she didn’t think you were good enough, or she was mad at you for lying?

“Ouch,” you mumbled, pulling your hands out of the now-scalding water.

“Let me see,” Melina said softly.

She reached forward and tenderly took your hands, being careful not to press against the sensitive skin. They still hurt, but the feel of her hands in yours was enough to help you relax.

“Not too bad,” Melina said with a small smile.

“Is that your professional opinion?” You asked, trying to bring some lightness into the situation once again.

“Yes,” Melina said seriously. “And I think a kiss would help heal them.”

Melina lifted your hands to leave feather light kisses on each knuckle, each fingertip, and then moving to finally kiss your lips. You sighed and leaned into it, everything else disappearing. The throbbing sting in your hands all but faded away as your heart raced.

“Seriously?”

You jumped away - for the second time that day - and looked at Nat standing in the doorway. She was giving you a look that you had seen before on missions, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl out of your own skin and run before she could grab her gun.

“Be nice to her, Natasha,” Melina said, stepping slightly in front of you to block Nat’s line of sight.

“Oh no, she’s dead meat,” Nat said quickly.

“Yelena knew about it!” You shouted, nearly talking over her in your rush to get the words out.

“She what?” Nat asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“She found out today and purposefully didn’t tell you,” you continued.

“Can I please finish my dinner?” Yelena asked as she came into the kitchen where everyone turned to stare at her. “What?”

“You’re both dead,” Nat said calmly. “But you have until I count to three.” You both stood still, looking between each other and Nat.

“One.”

She would do it, right?

“Two.”

You didn’t wait, the both of you sprinting off in opposite directions. Nat and Melina could hear doors being thrown open and your footsteps slowly disappearing. Melina gave Nat a motherly look and shook her head slowly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Melina said with a smile.

“I had to keep your little secret for a year,” Nat said with a smirk. “I think I deserve to have a little fun.”

“Don’t scare them too badly,” Melina said, patting Nat on the back as she walked into the living room to read.

She would explain when you got back. You would need the comfort after Nat was done with you.

#melina vostokoff x reader #melina x reader #marvel #my writing

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Can I get a request where Yelena's dating R and has been for a while because things are going great but Natasha (being the protective big sister she is) realllllyyyy doesn't like R and R keeps making things worse because Nat intimidates her and all bdaksnakwk😭 and she finally accepts R when she gets caught up in a mission somehow and almost dies for Yelena🥺

Nat simps: Nat doesn't like the relationship because she's jealous

Me: n-no

Nat simps: she actually loves R😃

Me: guys no-

Nat simps: but-

Me: N O

(You guys are getting a big Natasha fic after this, calm your tits🙄)

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Warnings: graphic injury description, implied torture and murder

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"My sister does not hate you." Yelena chuckled as she opened the car door and stepped out. You stayed put for a second, staring up at the Avenger's tower as you chewed your lower lip.

"She definitely does." You mumbled as you stepped out of the car yourself. Yelena held her hand out for you to take, marginally helping your nerves when she gave it a reassuring squeeze. She noticed your silence and tried again.

"Okay maybe she's not your biggest fan right now but she'll warm up to you. I did." The blonde winked. You bit back a smile and rolled your eyes. "The others sure as hell love you." You hummed in response, you couldn't argue with that. You got on with the other heroes like a house on fire. "And I love you." Yelena said earnestly as you stopped outside the main door for your girlfriend to plant a soft, quick, kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You said with a smile.

"There she is." She grinned back as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. "Now come on, I'm starving."

"You ate that bag of M&Ms in the car." You laughed as Yelena led you through the building. The blonde scoffed.

"They only half fill them, y/n." She complained. "So it was half a bag." It was hard to argue with that logic.

You made your way through to the top floor of the building, all while holding onto the expensive wine bottle you bought. Your hands were sweating so much so you held onto the bottle with both hands, not trusting your grip. The last thing you needed was to smash it on any of Tony's expensive carpets. You were met with a round of laughter when the elevator doors opened, presenting the Avengers all sat around the living area. Their eyes turned to you and Yelena with wide smiles and they all shouted hellos across the room. Wanda gave you a warm hug as Yelena high fived Bucky and you felt your nerves soften.

"She's just finishing up." Wanda said knowingly. You wondered for a brief second if she had taken a peek into your mind but when you looked at the redhead she was smiling reassuringly at you and you realized it must have been obvious that you were anxious to see her again. Unlike Yelena, everyone else could tell you were Natasha's least favourite person. "For what it's worth she seems to be in a pretty good mood tonight." Wanda assured.

"Whose in a pretty good mood tonight?" Came the voice you had been dreading to hear. Natasha strolled into the living room with a content smile on her face but halted in her tracks once she saw you. You locked eyes for longer than you were comfortable with but you were determined not to look away. Sometimes you thought that if you asserted yourself more then maybe Natasha would at least respect you. Today wasn't the day for that because you looked away quicker than you would have hoped to. In your defence, it was really hard to maintain eye contact with the Black Widow.

"What's she doing here?" Natasha spat. Oh. You winced as you rubbed the back of your neck, clearly the Russian wasn't aware that you were attending the dinner too.

"I told you she was coming." Yelena said as she strolled towards her sister and gave her a bear hug. Natasha continued to glare at you from over her sister's shoulder.

"I thought you were meant to be on a mission."

"Luckily it was over by lunch." You smiled weakly. "Meant there was still brownie left in the cafeteria." You laughed awkwardly but Natasha didn't respond.

"If you want, I could give you the recipe for my brownies." Wanda said in an attempt to ease the overwhelming tension in the room. The Sokovian was always the best at that and you were sure it was entirely down to her calm demeanour.

"Really?" You asked hopefully as you all made your way to the dinner table. You avoided Natasha's eyes the whole time but consequently ended up taking a seat opposite her. You froze when you sat down, already under her heated gaze once again. You gulped thickly and turned to Yelena while you tried to ignore the pair of emerald eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

The rest of the dinner wasn't altogether awkward but it wasn't the most comfortable you'd ever been. Natasha didn't acknowledge you, though it was rare that she did, and you both engaged in separate conversations with the rest of the team. You had never known if there was a particular reason the redhead didn't like you. You guessed it was down to her being protective of her little sister, something you could understand given all they had been through. But you would never hurt your girlfriend, in fact you would do anything to avoid that. So it bothered you that there was nothing you could do to sway Natasha's opinion of you, because you had literally tried everything. You had been dating her sister for six months. Surely if she was going to accept you it would have happened already.

When dinner was finished Natasha excused herself as Yelena picked up some plates and took them to the kitchen. You were hooked on a story Sam was telling when they left, both your elbows on the table as your face rested in your hands, eagerly waiting for Sam to reveal how he was able to escape a whole squadron of planes with a malfunctioning suit. As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you didn’t get to experience half the things the Avengers did. Sure, you had had some crazy missions and your fair share of close calls, but their stories always won.

Once Sam dramatically finished his story with some over the top sound effects, you noticed Yelena had missed a few plates and still wasn’t back. With the dishes in your hands, you made your way to the kitchen, soon hearing the strong accent of your girlfriend. “You're being unfair.” She scolded with a hushed aggression.

“I’m trying to protect you, Lena.” Natasha’s voice fired back. Your ears pricked up at the verb and you were unsure of whether or not to leave the plates on a near table and go or stay to hear about the apparent threat your girlfriend was facing. “She’s going to get herself killed.”

“Oh and you’ve never done something reckless?” Reckless. That was a word you had seen in your S.H.I.E.L.D assessment reports enough times to get a vague idea of who the pair were talking about. Natasha being on the opposing side proved the point more. “When will you drop this?”

“You couldn’t have just dated a normal civilian? Or at least an agent that manages to not get themselves in harm's way on the way to the paper copier.” Well that was hardly accurate. S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t use paper copiers.

“You know maybe if you spent less time being a bitch to her and more time actually getting to know her you would understand why I love her.” Yelena said in a more disappointed tone, most of the frustration drained away from exhaustion. You wondered how long they had been talking about this. Or if they had before. Yelena always acted like there wasn’t any tension between you and her sister. Maybe she thought if she ignored it things would sort themselves out.

There was a heavy silence over the room so with a pang of guilt, you stepped out from behind the wall with the plates still in your hands, fauxing mild surprise when you saw them both, like you didn’t even know they were still there. If they saw through your act, they didn’t say anything. “Thanks, just put them there.” The blonde smiled and pointed at the counter near her. Natasha stayed silent as she watched you from the other side of the room. It always felt like she was studying you for any sign of a weakness when she looked at you, waiting to spot something she could use to strike.

“You need a hand?” You asked as you spied the excessive bubbles in the sink that coaxed your girlfriend’s forearms. “Before you break something.” You joked and watched as Yelena’s cheeks tinted pink as she remembered the shattered glass in the bin at home.

“She’s capable.” Natasha interrupted with stone cold glare.

“That’s okay, detka (babe).” Yelena mumbled and kissed your cheek. “I’m just finishing up.” She said before looking briefly at her sister. “Then we’re going.”

To no surprise of your own, Natasha didn’t get any friendly towards you after what you could only assume wasn’t the first discussion the sister’s had had about you. In fact it got considerably worse; not straight away though, that came a few weeks after when the pair came rushing into the cafeteria. Yelena marched in the room with her eyes set on you as the redhead followed by her side, exclaiming something wildly with her hands.

“This is insane. Yelena!” Unfortunately for Natasha, her sister’s stubbornness fiercely rivaled her own.

“Hey, detka.” Yelena smiled as she sat down on the seat in front of you. You gave a small wave as you finished chewing your sandwich, eyeing the pair cautiously. Natasha continued to stand with her arms crossed, mumbling under her breath in Russian. “You busy now?”

“Not really.” You shrugged and brushed the crumbs off your hands.

“Yelena, no.”

“Zamolchi (shut up)!” The blonde fired back. “That’s great,I could really use a hand on a mission.”

“I will go with you.” Natasha insisted but Yelena shooed her away distractedly. “They know who you are, it won’t work.” She hissed.

“That’s why disguises exist!” Natasha yelled, gaining the attention of every other S.H.I.E.L.D agent in the room.

“It won’t work.” Your girlfriend said firmly, her choice was already made and set in stone.

“Okay.” You shrugged and immediately fell under Natasha’s most heated glare.

“Don’t you dare.” She gritted. “There are thousands of agents in this base alone and you’re picking the single most reckless one who will get you killed.” The redhead continued but Yelena, unlike you, wasn’t fazed.

“Great, go pack your stuff.” Yelena cheered.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t fucking move.” Your body betrayed you, keeping you glued to your seat in fear of what method, of the hundreds the widow knew, she would choose to kill you if you stood up.

“I don’t trust anyone else to do this.” Yelena said earnestly to her sister. Natasha considered her sister carefully but still looked unconvinced when her younger sister gave a frustrated huff and took you by the hand to drag you to your feet and past her sister who surprisingly didn’t follow after you both.

As your girlfriend led you down the halls she explained the basis of the mission, telling you how you were to set up a last minute buy with a high profile weapons smuggler. Annoyingly, that was how he worked, telling buyers the location and time of a deal at the last minute. Beneficially, he was a smug prick who only believed in carrying out deals on his own. While he would be armed, there would be no one else with him, making yours and Yelena’s job easier. Yelena was the sniper, shooting to kill. S.H.I.E.L.D had tried apprehending the guy alive but it always ended in casualties and they were finally done with going easy.

You considered it all when you were changing into the outfit Yelena had given you, planning what exactly you could say to the dealer to get him to the specific part of the warehouse that Yelena could shoot at. You were buttoning up your white blouse when the door swung open and Natasha stepped through. “You sure you can handle this?” She asked right off the bat.

“I’ve been through my training just like everyone else here, Natasha. I know you don’t think I’m capable but I’ve been on my fair share of missions and I know protocol and-”

“Just keep her safe.” The Russian said. You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I don’t care if Baros comes out of there in a body bag or in a limo.” You blinked again and continued with your shirt as you decided to just listen to Natasha. “But if one hair on Yelena’s head is harmed I will make you live to regret it for the remainder of your long and very painful days.” She said darkly and you could only nod dumbly. Natasha studied you for a long moment before turning around to head out of the room far less dramatically as she had entered.

“She trusts me for a reason.” You couldn’t help but call out as the redhead opened the door. She glanced at you for a second and left as she called over her shoulder to you.

“I don’t.”

“Do you want to get take out tonight? I was thinking that new Chinese place around the corner.” Yelena spoke clearly but she might as well have been thinking aloud because you couldn’t respond. She knew that of course. She knew that you speaking would ruin your cover if Baros had cameras set up around you. “So that’s a yes on the Chinese?” She continued. Okay she was definitely doing it because she knew you couldn’t respond. “Detka there’s no need for you to insist on paying. I owe you one right now.” You bit back a smile until the warehouse doors opened and Baros stepped through, watching you eagerly.

“So nice of you to join me.” You deadpanned. You couldn’t help it. The guy literally chose the time and he was still half an hour late.

“Yes, my apologies.” Baros said in a very unapologetic tone. “Something came up.” He muttered as he placed a large box on the table and unlocked it with an 8 digit code although you were sure there was a lot more to it than that. Not that you cared about his weapons right now. “Now I hear I have something you’re interested in.”

With that, the sale began. At first you thought you were in luck. Baros made a habit of strolling around the room as he explained various weapons that you pretended to be interested in, but he never went to the spot Yelena could shoot. It became irritating very quickly. You walked around too in an attempt to lead him to wear you needed him but he always backed off at the last second. You heard Yelena groan into the earpiece a few times too.

“Is there anything here that’s of interest to you? Or are you more concerned with listening to whoever’s on the other end of that earpiece?” Your eyes snapped to Baros as he watched you curiously. “Where is she?” He asked coldly. Your earpiece wasn’t meant to be visible and the thought that Baros had found a way to get around S.H.I.E.L.D’s technology concerned you greatly.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m here alone.” You swallowed thickly. Baros gave a throaty laugh in response, some primal hunting impulse starting up.

“I’ve killed every S.H.I.E.L.D agent that has come after me, you and your friend will be no different. Now where is she?”

You wanted to charge at Baros. To knock him to the ground and wrap your hands tightly around his throat and squeeze long and tight enough to make him regret ever threatening your girlfriend. Except you couldn’t move. It wasn’t a fear induced freeze up like you had gotten from Natasha’s glares a few times. There was a much larger and more dangerous obstacle that stopped you moving. Something toxic. Baros gave another manic laugh as he watched that realisation dawn on you. But really, what was panicking you most was that Yelena had been silent for a long time.

“You see, Agent l/n, while you were trying your hardest to get me to play your game, I was beating you at my own. I’ve grown immune to the toxin that’s been circulating the room since your arrival.” You trembled as you dropped to your knees and fell onto your side, only able to watch and listen. “And what your friend sees is a mere projection of us continuing business, audio included of course, so she won’t be coming to get you anytime soon.” You exhaled as heavily as you could in relief at the knowledge that Yelena was safe.

“Now where were we?” Baros asked as he knelt down besides you and lifted your head up, placing the flat of a blade against your cheek. “Oh yes, you were just about to tell me about the other one.”

“Go...to...hell.” You grimace, every word spoken feeling like one of the hardest things you had ever done.

“I’m sure you’ll feel as though you’re there very shortly.” He muttered as the knife very slowly started to dig into your skin.

You had no idea how long you were with Baros, how long since he had first started slicing your skin, how long your bones had been broken or even how long since you had first started to cough up blood, most of it staying in your mouth because of your weak diaphragm. You had exceeded your limit long ago, only using your energy to make the occasional snarky comment that made the next attack harsher. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It made you feel like you had some control, as did the fact that you never said a word about Yelena.

A gargled scream was ripped from you when Baros pressed the burning hot knife against your latest stab wound, cauterising it to stop you bleeding out and keep you alive for as long as he needed you. A sickening smile crept onto his lips as he watched your eyes fill with tears once again and leant back once he was done. Much to your long awaited relief, that smile was wiped from his face when a spray of red erupted in front of you, shortly followed by Baros dropping to the ground next to you, dead on the spot he had accidentally stood in.

You didn’t trust your relief, you didn’t trust yourself not to be hallucinated after the endless hours of torture, even when a heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D team flooded into the room. A few gathered around you, asking questions you couldn’t quite understand as bright white lights filled your vision. Then you were being lifted into the air, not aware of the fabric of the stretcher beneath you until the back of your hand dropped onto it. You managed a small trace of a smile before you passed out.

There was an arm draped across your stomach when you woke up. It was the first thing you felt, a fact that you were extremely grateful for. You blinked frantically a few times before you turned to look at your girlfriend sleeping by your side on the hospital bed. You smiled at the sight of her peaceful form and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear softly, careful not to wake her. You were glad you cherished that moment of peace and relief, because it wasn’t long before you had more company.

You took your hand away from Yelena’s face when Natasha walked in, settling to keep it by your side, although there was nothing you could do about the arm that was squished between yours and your girlfriend’s body. “I tried my best-” you started but Natasha shook her head.

“You...you did great, y/n.” You smiled sheepishly, sure there were some drugs in your system. “No one could have done any better.” She said as her eyes flickered to the cuts on your face. “So thank you.”

“It was no trouble at all.” You shrugged. Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, something you never thought you would see directed at you. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” You said honestly. The redhead nodded as she looked at her sister.

“I know that now. I was just scared, I can’t loose her again and you have to admit you’re not the most reliable person on the planet.” You blushed and looked away. “But I trust you now and I’m sorry I doubted you.” She apologised sincerely.

“No harm, no foul.” You joked again, truly not knowing how you were meant to act around the Russian now that you were finally in her good books.

“Don’t make me regret this.” Natasha warned with a smirk. You chuckled lightly and watched as she made to leave. “You should get some rest.” She advised and you nodded but frowned when she was nearly out the door.

“How’d she know?” You asked, making Natasha turn back to you with a quirk of her brow. “That something wasn’t right.” The redhead smiled and shook her head.

“You hadn’t made a smart ass comment in ten minutes.”

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Shovel Talk

Summary - You shouldn't have taken Natashas shovel talk with you so lightly.

Warnings - Someone being sick, Angst I guess, Big fight.

Words - 2k

Part 2

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Yelena being introduced to you by Natasha was probably the best thing to ever happen to you, besides meeting Natasha herself. She saw the way that you and Yelena instantly clicked and often joked that her sister had to find her own best friend because you were already hers. You would laugh along with the others, always catching Yelena's eyes and falling deep into them. No need to worry about that Nat, you'd quietly muse to yourself, You can keep the title of best friend, I'm hoping she'll be more.

Hanging out with Yelena the following months after meeting her solidified the thoughts that you wanted her in your life. She was funny, she was sarcastic, she was cute, she was dangerous. She was everything you could ever want in a partner and more. You told her this one evening when she came over to watch a random movie that neither of you were really paying attention to, too caught up in soft embraces and comfortable staring matches.

She chuckled and admitted that she thought she would have to make the first move because people were usually too intimidated, her being a trained assassin and all.

After going on many successful dates you'd finally made it official. All that was left was to tell Natasha. You weren't worried, she was your best friend, had been for years, and you knew she would be over the moon to find out that her sister was getting the happiness that she deserved.

Everything went smoothly when you and your girlfriend sat down to tell her sister. She took it well, as you expected, and congratulated you both. Her smile, however, dropped when Yelena excused herself for a moment. The cold stare she levelled you with would have left anyone else scrambling and stuttering but you knew Natasha, she wouldn't hurt the people closest to her.

"I'm trusting you, Y/N, to not hurt her. All she's ever known her entire life is pain and if that's what you plan to give her in the future I suggest you walk away now. Because if you ever break her heart." She paused for a moment making sure her next words would sink in, "I'll break you."

You never thought anything of it, siblings gave the shovel talk all the time and you would rather throw yourself off a cliff then do anything to bring Yelena pain. A year later and that talk was barely even a memory. Your relationship with Yelena was as strong as ever and you didn't see it ever ending.

Until it did.

Yelena had always struggled believing she deserved good things. And you were the best thing. It wasn't fair for the world to shove this beautiful thing in her face and then taunt her with constant reminders of their differences. You were pure and sweet and could do no wrong in her eyes. And she was a murderer, a cold-hearted killer, a person who was nowhere near good enough for you. So she ended it.

You tried to talk to her about it, tried to get her to stay. Her own self doubt had clouded her mind and despite your best efforts you couldn't convince her she was all you would ever need. It broke your heart but you let her go. If she needed space and time to come to terms with the fact that she really was good enough, you'd give it to her.

Natasha had walked into her sister's room after barely hearing from her all week. She was about to demand valid reasons for the disappearing act but stopped short at the sight of her sister sobbing on the bed. She half expected to see you somewhere in the room comforting Yelena, but you weren't. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen you much either.

"What happened? What's wrong?" She carefully perched next to her sister who immediately curled into her side. She seemed so uncharacteristically small compared to the confident woman she had come to know.

"I- Y/N- We-'' She could only string together a few words, barely getting a thought out. But she didn't need to. Natasha could see it all unfolding in front of her already. You cruelly crushing her sister's heart. Her face hardened as she cradled her sister against her. She was going to make you pay, she did warn you after all.

When Yelena had exhausted herself enough to fall asleep, she crawled out of her tight embrace and left the room, inching the door closed and then storming off to find you.

You were in the middle of the training room stretching before you got back to working through your feelings with a punching bag. The door slammed open and you turned to see Natasha, face unreadable, walking towards you. The small half smile you gave her made her jaw clench and eye twitch.

She grabbed your arm, a bit too tightly, and dragged you into the ring you usually sparred in. She had barely let you go when she started her barrage of attacks on you. A few of her hits landed but you had dodged and blocked any that would really do any damage. That didn't mean the ones that did land didn't hurt.

Something was wrong, very wrong. You tried to get her to stop, telling her she was being too rough for a friendly training session but your words went right over her head. She just kept attacking and you had no choice but to try to defend yourself. You didn't throw any hits her way, not that you would have had time to with her constant blows against you.

After what felt like hours of pure torture she finally pinned you to the ground, face down. In your growing exhaustion she had landed a good few punches to your sides and face and had managed to sweep your legs from under you. You thought that would be the end of it until you felt her dig her knee into your lower back. In a panic you looked out to the agents who had gathered around to watch the intense 'training session' and pleaded silently for them to do something, anything to help.

They all watched on as the black widow grabbed your arm and twisted as hard as she could. The sickening crack of your arm breaking pushed a few of the agents to leave the room, hopefully going to get someone who would step in and stop whatever was happening. The sound of your pained scream did nothing to stop the woman above you, who just chuckled at her actions as if this was all a funny joke between friends.

She flipped you over, letting you land on your broken arm that had managed to get caught underneath you. You clenched your eyes shut against the searing pain making its way through your arm and across your whole body. With your eyes closed you failed to notice your bestfriends arm pull back and fly at your face full force, only registering what happened when your head whipped to the side.

It happened again and again and again. You couldn't open your eyes and even if you did you wouldn't be able to see with all of the blood covering your face. You couldn't even feel the pain anymore. You managed to peel your eyes open just long enough to make out the blurry shape of Natashas arm ready to make another strike against your already battered face, and someone reaching for her elbow to hold her back. They unfortunately didn't reach her in time as your head flew to the side one final time before everything went black.

Natasha watched your limp body get pulled away and rushed to the infirmary with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She ignored her team's questions about what the hell she had just done and walked off to her sister's room, head held high.

Yelena was awake again by the time Natasha had got back from dealing with you. She had her head tucked into her hands leaning against the headboard of her bed. When Natasha entered she didn't even look at her, too busy muttering to herself.

"I made a mistake. I made a big mistake. I shouldn't have left her. She was the best thing for me." Finally acknowledging her sister's presence, she spoke to her, "Do you think she would take me back Nat? She would, she's Y/N, she loves me, she said so herself even after I left her."

Natashas heart dropped down to her stomach. Her eyes immediately falling to her blood covered knuckles, most of it yours. She thought she was going to be sick. Scratch that, she was going to be sick. She rushed past her sister to the bin in the corner of the room.

Yelena flinched at the noise of her sister heaving up the contents of her stomach before coming to rest at her side. "Jesus Nat. Are you okay?" Her eyes widened when she saw her sisters split and bloody knuckles clutching the side of the bin.

Her sister fell back against the wall, sick dribbling down her chin and sweat clinging to her forehead. She managed to speak just above a whisper through her raw throat, "I'm sorry. I thought- I thought she hurt you. I'm so sorry." She forced through a broken sob.

Yelena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Looking between her sisters distraught features and her bloody hand. Clarity slowly dawned on her, the pieces of the puzzle slowly clicking together. Yelena's spine straightened as she forced out her next question.

"What did you do?"

You could barely open your eyes when you woke up. Not that you wanted to. The amount of pain you were in made you want to just go back to sleep forever. It wasn't just the physical pain but the emotional pain of having your best friend beat you within an inch of life. You didn't understand what you had done, and it didn't help that your brain was all fuzzy from the blows you received to your head.

The sound of someone shuffling around at the end of the bed put you on high alert. You forced your eyes open to see Nat uncomfortably stood in front of you, flowers in hand.

There was a long, tense silence, neither of you willing to bring up what happened first, but seeing Nat open her mouth, an apology inevitably about to fall out of her mouth, you rushed to speak first.

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Please just let me explain, I'm sorry, I truly am. I just- I thought you hurt Yelena. She was crying and saying that something happened between you and her. I snapped. But I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, please forgive me. It doesn't have to be now but please-" her voice broke on the last plea but you didn't look away. You stared harder at her face, into her eyes.

"You were my best friend," she winced at the use of 'were'. "And I get that she's your sister and you were just protecting her, Natasha, but you put me in here. You broke my arm. You really thought, after everything I've done to prove that I'd never hurt Yelena, that I did exactly that. I thought of you as a sister, Natasha, but a sister is supposed to make you feel safe, and being near you... safe is far from what I feel. I think it's best if you just leave me alone."

"I understand. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She placed the flowers at the edge of the bed and left without another word, head hung low and shoulders slumped.

You made the decision to leave after that. You loved Yelena, with everything you had, but you knew that you couldn't face being near Natasha, not yet. Making Yelena choose between you and her sister was not something you were going to make her do, so when you were released from the infirmary, you packed a bag and left. No note. No goodbye. It was easier for everyone that way.

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