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Counterparts and Countermoves

Summary: A dynamic that lies upon a shaky foundation can only crumble, but it's the actions during an earthquake that matter most

Pairing: Wanda x Kate | Natasha x Reader | Wandanat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 11.6k

Warnings: Angsty angst!, vague mentions/recalling of abuse (physical and sexual), mentions of death, Mommy/Daddy kink, dubious consent (plays with cnc vibes), strap on use (r and kate receiving) , cum filled strap, breeding kink, magic use/play, magical marks

*As usual, if I forgot anything let me know!*

A/N: OKAY so this took a long time, but we have come to probably one of the most important parts of this universe. I know it's been a while but if anyone remembers Comic Non who basically guessed a lot, THIS is the chapter that is going to talk about some of the things we discussed!

I JUST finished this, so if there are a lot of mistakes...im sorry please dont come for me

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Training Grounds Masterlist

It wasn’t often that the sun rose before them, the two women almost always hours into their day by the time the rest of the world even began waking up. Today was different, soft music playing in the background while Wanda reads and Natasha writes in a journal. The warmth of sleep still lingers in the bed sheets that stretch across their legs. 

A frustrated grunt breaks the serene atmosphere, shattering the naively happy scene. The ginger’s heavy handed scratches against the paper continued to drill against the witch’s ears, picking at her nerves. “If you no longer want to enjoy the silence, can you just get out?” The brunette’s voice was sharp, annoyance obvious. 

The moment Natasha rips paper out of her journal, throwing the now crumbled up ball across the room, Wanda rolls her eyes. “Oh now we’re going to throw a tantrum? What are you? Three years old?” The witch calmly puts her bookmark into place, letting her magic settle the book across the room on the table. 

Her eyebrow twitches when she hears her counterpart scoff, tilting her head waiting for her next complaint. “You’re the one who can’t control her damn emotions! I thought we got past the emotionally fragile chaos or do I need to train you again?” The normally calm, level headed demeanor of the widow is gone instead replaced with snark and sarcasm. “I thought you were over the emo teenage phase.” 

“Oh please, you couldn’t train me if you even tried. Don’t forget who always ends up begging to be used.” The arrogant look on the brunette’s face ticks at Natasha’s nerves, cutting deeper than it should have. “You may be daddy but we both know Mommy is in control in this house. Isn’t that right, my little Natsy?” Wanda calmly leans back, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits for a response. A small polite smile painted on her face, scrunching her nose as she watches the ginger stumble for a retort. 

Natasha’s jaw clenches, her teeth grinding as she just glares at the younger girl. She stands from the bed, crossing to the small dry bar in the corner of the room. Grabbing a bottle of beer the ginger just leans against the counter as she sips, “When everything falls apart, and you’re the cause, don’t expect me to be there. I am telling you, right now for the last time, do not let your emotions win. This has been your issue since you came here, since we met. I have been there for every single time, good or bad, but I will not be able to look past it if you don’t listen to me this time. This isn’t about you anymore Wanda, don’t make it about you.” 

The younger Avenger’s face is completely blank as she stares across the room, her eyes unfocused and emotionless. “And when you lose it all, everything, it won’t be me who falls apart. It won’t be the world or the situation, no. Natalia, my love, it’s going to be you. You will fall apart and you won’t have anyone to pick you up, no one to go to. Maybe I’ll be the cause, but you’ll be the only one dealing with a negative effect.” Before the Russian can even react the witch dissipates into scarlet mist, her infamous head tilt sullen void of all viciousness. 

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“We shouldn’t have split up! I told you!” The young boy’s voice cracks as he stands behind the couch, flailing his arms around. 

Your focus doesn’t waver, even as he screams and panics, eyes stuck on your part of the screen. You knew that at least three of the last players were near you, the others scattered across the rest of the map. “You’re just mad that you died and can’t come back.” 

Not a single sound has come from the blonde next to you, eyes focused and breath hitched as she waits. “Peter, how is it that you are an Avenger when you cannot handle a simple video game?” While you play up close, chaotic and all over the map; you know that Yelena has taken out at least one person that was on your tail from where she is hidden on the hillside. “Circle is closing in, three at six only one with a mask.” 

It was your normal take down; you were in charge of taking the mask down by a surprise attack while your best friend would be sniping down the last players. Breath was baited across the three of you, knowing this was the end of a tournament and this would win it for you. The focus was so intense that even though none of you were making a single sound, no one noticed the elevator dinging and Natasha walking in swinging her car keys. 

The ginger stands back, amusement filling her body as she watches the three of you jump up excitedly when the screen displays your victory. When your eyes catch her shiny leather jacket, your entire demeanor shifts. Jumping over the couch you just barely manage to stay on your feet as you fall into the widow’s arms. “Daddy! You’re here?” She was supposed to be spending the day with Wanda, and you had planned to spend the entire day playing in Call of Duty tournaments. 

Yelena is shoving you to the side, shoving her face against her sister’s shoulder and curling into her side. “Please say you are not only here for your toy.” The white widow looks up at her sister, a small pout on her lips. “You’re gonna stay at least for a little, right?” 

Peter hangs down from the ceiling, holding out a bowl of chips with a hopeful face. “Yeah Ms. Widow, please hang out with us for a little bit at least. We have an extra controller.” The three of you start tugging on her shirt, trying to get her to sit down on the couch. Pleading and prodding until she finally laughs and gives in. 

Yelena and Peter are trying to argue over how to teach the older widow how to play, while she just pulls you closer to her. “Hello my девочка, have you been having a good day?” Before you can even answer, she’s pulling you into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, but she’s pulling away before you can really enjoy it. A boop to your nose is her attempt to shush you as the youngest spider in the room finally screeches out in his victory. 

He tosses your controller in your lap and quickly sets up a web above the three of you so that you and Yelena can cuddle into Nat while you all play. “Okay Ms. Widow, we’re going to be playing on my terms! We all stay together and protect each other.” 

For the next few hours the four of them yell and scream, playing round after round of CoD, and letting the ginger’s mind be distracted a little while. 

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The stairs up to your apartment are always brutal when the raven haired girl was so exhausted, sore and just entirely over the day. She had spent the entire day before on a mission that Clint gave her, one that was still following him even into his days of retirement. Excited to crawl into your bed, she knew that Lucky would be lounging there as well–warming the blankets for her. 

The front door is heavy as the archer puts her entire weight into opening it, a relieved sigh as she finally leans against it as it clicks shut. When the lovable golden doesn’t come running, Kate’s eyes finally open. Flinching in her spot on the ground when she sees Wanda, sitting with her legs crossed staring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be here. I was just going to take a bit to relax somewhere that was quiet.” 

The archer sees Lucky curled up next to the witch, completely passed out and snoring gently. Watching as the older woman curls in on herself, wrapping her arms around her body like armor, Kate wants to reach out but stops herself in a moment of doubt. “It’s alright I wasn’t really meant to be here either, I just didn’t know where to go.” The two sit there in silence for a while, awkward and heavy as they avoid eye contact as well. 

Getting up from her spot on the floor shakes the atmosphere, waking up the retriever as well. Pointedly glaring at the floor as she crosses to the kitchen, Kate takes her time pouring a drink and taking small sips from the glass. Licking at her lips, the young girl tries to figure out what to say to break the tense atmosphere. “I could go for a snack, want to join?” 

Wanda’s furrowed brows flinch, almost like she forgot the other girl was there while she got lost in thought. Stuttering, a moment of weakness that she lets slip through her normal stoic shield shocks her counterpart but the Sokovian is nodding and standing quickly. “I need to run a few errands anyways, would you join me?” 

It’s obvious that the two don’t know how to spend time alone together, needing some sort of distraction the two quickly jump at the chance to fill their unexpected time together with stores and whatever random food they can find during their trip.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Curled up on the ginger’s lap, snacking on the bowl of popcorn you were incredibly happy to see the opening credits of Wall-E. The others left after being called to training, so you were just getting some lazy attention from your daddy. Groping at your body, it was just enough for you to feel squirmy but not enough to fully take your attention away from one of your favorite movies. 

The two of you enjoyed the movie mostly in silence for almost thirty minutes, by that point in the movie Natasha had gotten bored of not having your focus so she seemingly was letting you enjoy the film. Your eyes are scanning the television in front of you, watching as M-O goes rolling by. You can’t help it as a little happy squeal leaves your mouth at seeing the little cleaning bot, your favorite. 

You aren’t sure if it was the sound you made or the little wiggle but it breaks whatever self control the ginger had. The bowl of popcorn is set aside, just out of reach of your slightly shiny buttered fingers and a pout makes its way onto your face. You aren’t given any time to truly complain before the widow has her hand wrapped around your throat, the free one shoving its way down your pants. It’s fast and rough, and with all the popcorn and soda you have had you feel gross. This wasn’t what you thought the night would be like, and you weren’t sure that your self esteem was up for it either. 

Squirming, you just barely plop off the side of the Russian’s lap and you try to roll away but her calloused hands grip your hips. “Daddy what are you doing, no we were watching the movie!” You try to sound stern but your voice is already too squeaky and whiny. There was a time and a place for this, and you were not in the mood for your movie time to be interrupted. 

The loud tearing of your pants makes the tantrum that is brewing begin to rapidly boil over, your feet kicking and your arms flailing as you try to get away from your normally soft daddy. “Daddy no! My pants!” You stretch, a feeble attempt at grasping for the torn pieces of fabric slipping down your legs. 

Despite your efforts and your reluctance, none of it matters against the infamous widow’s strength. She easily flips the two of you over, your face smooshing into the couch right next to your bowl of popcorn. You can feel her between your legs, her finger grazing your clit makes your hips jump. Your body is already betraying you as you feel wetness start to grow between your thighs, but you can’t help the anger fueling your actions. 

Natasha has you spread out, kneeling between your legs as she forces two fingers into you. She knows it isn’t soft, and though you are wet she knows you aren’t necessarily in the mood. The knowledge that it doesn’t matter, that you are getting something out of this urges her to continue; to get what she needs so that the rest of the day isn’t horrible. Each aggressive shove into the couch makes her flinch, but at the same time the widow can feel her anger from earlier in the day melting away. 

The pain of her fingers moving inside you is almost too much, just barely staying on the pleasure side. No matter how wet you are, how your body reacts, you miserably look up at your movie and popcorn. “Daddy please stop. The movie is still going and my snack is gonna spill! Please wait!” Shoving at the hand that’s between your thighs is a lot of work, trying to get her to pull out. 

A hand in your hair yanks you up, teeth biting into the side of your neck. “What’s a slut like you caring about a stupid bowl of treats for? You should be grateful I even let you have a handful of it.” Her voice is sharp, anger seeping into your bones as she speaks against your ear. She lets her thumb swipe against your throbbing clit, a dark chuckle at how hard it is. “If you care so much about your beloved popcorn, have some.” Before you can even really react, the ginger is shoving your face into the bowl. 

You had to be grateful that this was just a snack and not some sort of liquid, but it didn’t stop you from flailing around as if you were going to drown. The screaming claws at your throat were muffled, despite the rawness they were causing. Even when your fist finally collides with her arm, Natasha doesn’t stop. If anything it makes her slip a third finger inside you, stretching you more and spitting on your red puffy cunt. 

The force that the widow is fucking you is brutal, all her strength and training coming in handy as she fucks into you. It’s something that you aren’t prepared for with the ginger, usually she is much softer and loving, but you couldn’t deny that this was a huge turnon even as your body struggled to take what she was giving you. “I don’t care how much you cry and beg me to stop, all you are is a slutty little hole for Daddy to use. Your tears are doing nothing but turning me on more and making your popcorn all soggy.” 

Dangling from the edge was normal for you, it was something that each one of your partners always liked to do. They said you looked pretty when you were desperate, but this seemed different. You weren’t sure what it was about but you knew that you weren’t in for an easy time tonight. 

Natasha’s hand tangles in your hair and you internally cheer, thinking that you’re going to get reprise from salt and butter filling your senses, but instead she uses her grip on you to shove your face deeper into the bowl. The plastic rim digs into your neck, almost like a mock collar and you wish you could say that it wasn’t helping you drip around the fingers that are forcing their way into you. 

“Don’t worry, princess, Daddy won’t ruin you too much. We all know you would whine to your Mommy too much, and I would prefer if she would just keep her mouth shut.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young brunette spins around, holding two smoothies, looking around a bit before spotting the witch leaning against a lamppost. She takes the moment to watch her, Wanda’s face morphing into an obfuscated guise as she watches a couple play with their two children. The older woman had been having dreams of two little boys for the past few weeks, her dream of starting a family with someone still very far off. 

Silence is heavy between the two, their usual buffers aren’t around. Even as they sip their drinks and walk around the park, the two don’t speak. The birds and distant conversation as they pass others fill the air, but there’s a tenseness that even confuses the witch. The thoughts of everyone around her are strong and loud, making it difficult for her to casually hear whatever the archer is thinking. It isn’t until she catches a glimpse of Kate flinching as they pass a couple joggers that she steps up to take control, directing them down a small path to a more private area. Happy to see a bench in a far corner, shade leaking over it from a few trees.  

Wanda pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, playing with the straw, after the two settle on the wooden seat. She knows that she needs to do something, soothe the anxiety that is radiating from the archer’s thoughts. It wasn’t something that she was used to, the two of them only having a few deeper moments but this one felt different—unknown. She can see the younger girl getting stuck in her head, the glossy unfocused look in her eyes is a dead giveaway as she mindlessly watches the clouds roll by. 

“You know, the world used to be really small as a kid. School, archery practice, martial arts days, whatever sport I was playing at the time, and friends. My life barely left the city, and even then it only left the state for vacations and tournaments. I know my life has always come with privilege and ease especially when compared to others on the Avengers. I was a rich kid who just so happened to lose their father. I know a lot of the rest of the agents and everyone might look at me and think I’m stupid and reckless. I know you look at me like I’m stupid and reckless. My father was stupid and reckless, and I loved him for that. He was everything my mother couldn’t be throughout the rest of my childhood and teenage years.” It’s a slow story, long pauses at the end of each sentence as Kate gathers her thoughts. This isn’t something that the witch asked for, and it wasn’t anything she had been expecting but she wasn’t going to stop the younger girl if she was ready to open up.

“My father was a good man, he was, but he wanted to keep a lifestyle for me that apparently we couldn’t keep while his company was failing. Bishop Security wasn’t the first company in the family. It was some firm, dealing with technology but it was going under. He almost lost the entire family fortune, but then the battle happened.” Wanda tried her best to not truly focus on the archer as she spoke, only nodding and giving quiet hums as warranted throughout. She knew that the younger girl despised eye contact, and never truly wanted to be the center of attention when her walls were crumbling around her. 

“I spent months thinking that there was no way things could get better. How could it? I lost my dad, the man that spent his entire life thinking about me and how to make me happy. How can things get better when your family loses the glue that held it together?” The New Yorker’s voice cracked with each word, emotions building and swirling in her stomach as she tries her best to just get through this part of her life. It wasn’t something that she loved to talk about, and she hates that it is such a big part of who she is. Each word, each thought, was like a small knife slowly digging into each healed scar and reopening them. 

“They were his best friends. The closest thing to family that my father actually loved outside mome and me. He would rave about them at all times, and they would spend vacations with us. The two of them were practically my uncles. They would attend family functions with us, and half the time I saw them more than I saw my actual family. Everyone knew that my father would have wanted them to take care of my mother and I. Keeping an eye on us, making sure we got back on our feet.” Risking a moment to look up at the other girl when her voice trails off, Wanda can see the completely empty distant look in her eyes. It’s almost like Kate no longer exists, just a shell of herself, as she stares unblinking at a random building. The witch desperately wants to peek into her mind, fast forward and find a way to comfort her properly with each word she says, but the boundary that is always between the two still exists. Even as every other wall comes tumbling down, and the archer is being so vulnerable, she still keeps up the barrier she built between herself and Wanda. 

“It was a beautifully tragic situation really, almost like something in a documentary. They were supposed to protect me, my father trusted them with me. Why would my mother even suspect anything is wrong, especially when I didn’t even realize what was happening at first.” It’s almost like Kate doesn’t believe it still, her own life and past proof of everything. The naivety of a stolen childhood sinking into the situation truly shows how hard the girl’s brain worked to mask the pain she went through. 

“It was only one of them for a little bit, they would go back and forth. Their little game and for so long all I craved was love. They told me…. it was love, I believed them.” Kate laughs, it’s dry and pathetic, but she still refuses to meet the older woman’s gaze. Even with the heavy silence hanging between the two, birds chirping and the distant sounds of the city around them, Wanda can’t bring herself to say anything yet. 

“When it was both of them, it felt…different. They were angry and less loving, and that’s when I realized I don’t think they knew what love was. If this game, this thing, was love then it scared me. I didn’t want love if that’s what it was. I wanted to tell someone, but I couldn’t. Every single time I opened my mouth I was frozen in fear because I realized if I told someone they would go away.” Wanda watches the longer Kate talks the more she curls in on herself, even lifting her feet from the ground to shield her body with her legs. Sinking into her own body gave a physical barrier, makeshift armor even against the thoughts inside her own head that attacked her daily. 

“The two people who reminded me so much of my dad would be gone forever. They were my favorite people in every moment but those. How could it be bad if they were so amazing in every other second of my life? Maybe I was the issue? Maybe I needed to be better or more well behaved during those times? Maybe if I was less scared during our game then it wouldn’t hurt as much and I could keep our little secret?” The witch could feel her anger rising, the chaos shaking under her skin. This wasn’t something she ever wanted to hear, a story that she never wanted to learn. Control she fought to have, over herself and everyone in her life, stripped before she even had the chance to assert it over the archer. Her control was her protection wrapped around the ones she loves, a shield that keeps them from harm even when she cannot be there. 

“For years I tried to convince myself that they loved me, I didn’t understand it because I was too young. Each time I felt unsafe, I threw myself farther into sports–martial arts, fencing, boxing, anything that made me feel powerful. I would become stronger physically and one day when they made me feel unsafe, maybe just maybe, I could fight them. I never could. I was too weak, too petrified as soon as they looked at me. It was their eyes, something about them was so cold. They were never like that during the day, gorgeous sparkling eyes that welcomed everyone but they were empty and lifeless when we were alone. They boiled over in almost mindless anger every time we played their game, and it made me feel so small and young.” It’s almost like you can see the way the archer’s twitch, muscles screaming to move. Memories of movements, of self preservation and protection, spreading down her body. 

“I hadn’t realized my mother came home early. They had me in the middle of the living room playing that day. I didn’t even hear her walk in or walk out. She didn’t say a word but the next day they were gone. Years of fear and shame, hating myself for letting it happen, seemingly ending overnight. We never spoke of it, not until a year later when I was named the youngest multi-sport Olympian at sixteen. She looked at me as that confetti came down during the celebration with such pride, but something wasn’t right.” Kate pauses, her eyes unfocused as she stares determinedly at the walkway in front of her. Her throat bobs, swallowing down whatever was coming next as she mentally prepares herself for the next apex of her life. 

“Did you want it to happen?” The younger brunette scoffs loudly, the first sign of anger since the beginning. “Somewhere in that head of hers she struggled to think that these two guys who were such big parts of our family could hurt me, and instead pushed it onto me. Why would I want that? Why?! Huh!? Tell me why in the hell a little kid would want someone to touch them that way? To even think of them that way?” Wanda flinches at the pure hatred dripping from the archer’s tongue, her emotions and thoughts like flying knives through the air that strike the witch’s heart. 

“The start of our strained relationship really, she loved me still but something broke between us that day. I started getting more and more into archery and doing things that I guess she didn’t like, and she was…getting more involved in her things as well. She was never really an affectionate person but I think I was so aggressively growing into my father’s personality, and that scared her. I leaned into the one true love I knew and it ended up with me learning his confident, arrogant ways.” The young girl’s lips quirk up a bit, a sly smirk appearing momentarily on her face. The first flash of the daily shine in her eyes since the beginning of the conversation, and it sinks into Wanda’s mind that it wasn’t who the young girl was. That shine, the rebellious smirk, and playboy stance was all a nod to the father that left her all alone–a last ditch effort at grasping for even a resemblance of identity. 

“I didn’t know who I was for so long. I was just hiding that part of me from the world.” Wanda watches as the glazed look in the young girl’s eyes comes back, jaw slack as she tries to find the words she’s looking for. “It felt like…I wasn’t damaged but hollow. In moments of silence I couldn’t stop thinking about them, their words and their hands on me. In moments of nothing, they were all I had and it was haunting. No one noticed, I mean how could they know? I was still doing what I do best, thriving in the public eye. I won competitions, rose in ranks, collected awards and medals. Under the entirely fake mask, I was drowning. I couldn’t understand what to be, who to be, or what the world was.” Her sentence trails off, her eyes fluttering around as they hop from each animal around. The hush settles around the archer’s shoulders, a subtle darkness pushing her into herself. Even though her face stays unreadable, it’s her eyes that give her away. Ocean eyes where the waves crash violently against one another, angry and desperately trying to drown any other emotions; but failing as tranquil tears blurs her vision. 

“It….It’s so exhausting being in my mind.” Kate’s voice wavers, breaking under the emotion clawing up her throat. “ I get most people aren’t comfortable in their own skin, nor are they really happy with themselves but I just.. I want to feel content with at least being me. But I hate it. I despise who I am, or at least who I remember being. Imagine that, I hate a rich little kid. A happy go lucky girl that was crazy and ambitious is my worst enemy. Something that most people wish for, I wish she would have just died. I hate her because that’s the last time I remember knowing who I was fully. Now I’m stuck behind a facade because it’s less tiring than being a shattered version of a failed human.” The sounds of children laughing and playing, and dogs barking, interrupt as the CEO takes a shaky breath in–almost a cruel irony. 

“The mask became protection, a way to forget all the issues but being me… I didn’t know how to do that easily even by the time I made it to college. I was this shining light in New York, and in the country, but… I don’t even think I.. I couldn’t even feel happiness. Inside I felt so small and I couldn’t stop hearing every single word they ever said to me, and I would get so confused and broken because it still didn’t make sense to me.” Shakily, Wanda reaches out to gently tangle her fingers together with Kate’s. Thumb rubbing against the back of her hand, the witch tries to give any ounce of comfort she can. She watches as a tear rolls down the archer’s cheek, and in that moment she realizes just how gorgeous her eyes are. Foggy ocean blue, filled with viscous waves, red rimmed and unfocused. 

“Love still didn’t make sense to me. My mom loves me and maybe a few family members, but was that really love or was that obligation? Were those four years of my life, four years playing a nefarious game, really the type of love that I deserved? Is that the love that I was destined to carry with me for the rest of my life?” Nodding, a wet anger shakes the young CEO’s voice as she holds herself together seemingly by an invisible tattered string. “I let that be true, letting anyone use me. My body became my best friend, something that got me whatever I wanted whenever I slipped off my clothing. An empty shell of who I could’ve been stripped down, exposed, to whoever wanted me that way. It was easier than getting close because how can I get close to someone if I don’t even know the person that they would be getting close to?” 

The next pause was long, the older woman wouldn’t even be able to tell you how much time passed as she waited for the younger girl to speak again. Distant traffic sounds the only true thing that she could focus on, the rest of the park mostly cleared out at the moment. Her voice, when it finally does come back, is strong and true. The most confident it has been the entire day, and she could even see the difference in how her body relaxes. “You know…they saved me. I thought I was destined to be just some random guy’s bored housewife that was only around for their body and money. Falling in love with them was the best thing ever, and I work every single day to be a better person so that I never hold them back. I want to make sure that they thrive, and do amazing things, and I just get to be there while it all happens. They are my home, where my heart finds the most comfort.” Wanda’s breath hitches, an ache in her chest as she sits back and listens to the way Kate speaks about you. It wasn’t necessarily the words she spoke, things the witch had heard before, but it was the tone and conviction that the archer had that stopped her heart in her chest. 

“I know, Toy is yours. I do, but sometimes I have this horrible wish that I met them first. It isn’t because I don’t want you guys in the picture because I don’t think I can imagine Toy without you guys, or life really without this dynamic now. I just…if i met them first..maybe I would matter more..?” Kate’s voice cracks, trailing off as tears fall. “I know I don’t have many appealing qualities, and that I make life just that much more difficult but maybe if we met earlier…maybe you could have fixed me. I know I’m not enough by myself, but maybe if I had more time with Toy I could have matured enough that you guys would like me more. Maybe..I don’t know.. Maybe the dynamic would be better? Somehow? I’m just…I’m trying my hardest to just be someone…something you want. I want to be perfect or as close I can get to it for you, then maybe you’ll love me and want me even just a fraction of how much you care for Toy.” The insecurities bubbled up, spilling over as the archer rambled on. 

Wanda waits, letting those last words hang in the air. The two were never good at the whole relationship side of the dynamic, something that always seemingly was left to their counterparts. It was dawning on the witch that maybe the two of them were more similar than she could have ever realized, the younger girl just a shell of who she could be covered in a well made coat of armor. “You know, Mongrel, maybe you really aren’t that bad. Maybe the dramatics that I’ve been told I’m famous for really shined through with you, and I let it take over too much. I’m pretty happy that Toy brought you home to us.”

Cloudy cobalt eyes snap up, heartbreakingly naive shock spreading across her face as she tries to gauge if Wanda is teasing her. “....I’m home…?” 

“Yes..” Wanda hesitates, unsure of what to call the young archer. Her first name is almost foreign along her lips. “...Kate. I know things seem rocky and unnerving but you are more than enough for both Natasha and I. No matter our relationship with Toy, that doesn’t interfere with the foundation that we are trying to build with you. You don’t need fixing, maybe a little bit of training but it’s not because you’re broken or bring the dynamic down. We don’t want to take away who you are, маленький бродяга, because even if you don’t see who you are we can. Natasha and I are just working to help you shine, polish you up a bit, and help you focus so that you can continue to grow and thrive. We want you to be the you that you want in your dreams, but you’re enough now. You’re worth every moment of happiness, irritation, laughter, sorrow. I hear your thoughts, pretty girl, every day and I see the spark inside of you. It’s hidden behind walls and obstacles, and life hasn’t been nice to you, but I see it and at the end of the day I want that small flame to blaze. Set fire to the world because that’s what you remind me of. A strong roaring fire that truly could be an unstoppable force, and to be a part of that journey is an honor. To even be part of your life, even if it ends up being temporary is an honor. For as long as you’ll have us, have me, you are at home with us Kate.”  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were wiggling in your spot on the counter, watching Natasha cut up different veggies and fruits. Sipping on the juice box she handed you, the little flaps poking out to act as handles, you were excited for Wanda and Kate to get home. The events that caused the day to derail were still unknown to you, but hopefully your idea of a picnic would help everyone come back together and just feel happy. You knew that at the very least Mommy would be happy that you picked out healthy snacks, and at the very least you’ll watch your girlfriend adorably crunch on things. 

It’s a quick tickle, fingers digging into your side, that pulls you from your thoughts. She’s handing you a carrot stick, raised eyebrow as she waits for you to complain but you surprise her by happily taking it. The sound of soft crunch accompanies the quiet chopping, your eyes glued to make sure the ginger cuts out all the correct shapes as she finally switches over to the fruit. Smiling you watch her tongue poke out, her forest green eyes focused on the small cuts she has to make. The widow for some reason was against just getting little cookie cutters, but you enjoyed watching her work. 

The front door clicking closed catches your attention, and you’re happy that the blanket fort is already set up. As you snack on a heart shaped piece of watermelon you watch as the other half of your dynamic walks into the kitchen, fingers tangled together. Deciding to not mention it, in fear that they would shy away, you instead just wiggle in your spot. “Mommy! Katie!” Jumping off of the counter, you slip slightly on the tile flooring. Your girlfriend’s hand catches you, and you feel magic wrapping around your torso. 

“Some things never change, do they little brat?” Flushing with embarrassment at Wanda’s tone you shove yourself into the archer’s side, hiding your face against her shoulder. Kate’s body wiggles as she laughs silently, letting you dig your way deeper into her arms. “It looks like you guys have been busy.” The witch takes note of the light bruises already forming on your arms and around your neck, but points to the living room and the tray of fruit the widow is preparing. 

The oldest barely pay attention as they lock eyes, a silent conversation between the two. If you were to stop rambling, excited as you bounce on your toes, the intensity would be obvious but you were too eager to tell your girlfriend all about your day. Twin emerald souls fighting for dominance in a moment that only ends with the ginger rolling her eyes, a testy glare painted across her face as she yields to her more stubborn counterpart. The silent argument comes to an end when you finally catch on, a determined pout stretching across your face. 

Reaching out you’re able to hook your fingers into the crook of Wanda’s elbow, pulling her attention to you. An attempt to mask the poked out bottom lip is made but you know by the glare you receive that you failed, but she lets it slide when you start tugging her towards the living room. “Daddy and I set up everything and I even asked for healthy snacks!” You can feel how tense the witch is, the tension in the room is building and even with your back turned it’s like a weight slamming against you. 

Looking up at Kate, you can see her eyes are a bit unfocused and distant. Even though the shining glint is there something is dimming the light in her, you can tell a largely dramatic event happened earlier in the day. Completely unsure of what is happening, you can feel the insecurities starting to rise but the pressure to somehow fix it starts clawing at your throat. Swallowing down your own feelings, you let your eyes slam shut as you plop down onto the blankets laid out on the floor. Taking a deep breath in, you try to shake the worries from your body as you can feel the others settle around you. 

It’s almost like clock work, barely registering in your mind as you let all your random thoughts that are in your mind drain out through your mouth. Rambling and allowing pent up energy to just mindlessly happen. When Nat finally interrupts you, shoving a fruit kabob into your hand, it shocks you. Hyperfocusing on the different shapes you zone out, even as you are being moved you just nibble at the star shaped apple piece. 

Soft kisses along your shoulders, and a gentle hand rubbing up your side, shakes you. “There’s my gorgeous little one, where’d your mind go?” Her voice is gentle, lips moving against your ear. The other half of your group is wrestling over the biggest piece of watermelon, and you can’t help but half-hearted snort. Wrapping your fingers around the older woman’s wrist, you trace along her skin and just lightly shake your head. 

Bumping your temple gently against Wanda’s, the two of you settle back as you watch Natasha and Kate roll around. It doesn’t take long for one of them to kiss the other, messy and harsh. It’s almost the exact opposite of the touches that are being left on your body, the witch letting her fingertips do all the work. You can’t quite tell if it’s magical or if it’s actually her, but it’s leaving you panting. “You like watching them, pretty girl?” It’s a question that needs no real answer, she knows the answer. It’s a distraction now, a thing for Wanda to focus on so that she can ignore the gnawing feel in her stomach. 

Even as her teasing touch spreads across your body, and you begin wiggling at the sight of the other two, the older woman pushes the forgotten apple star to your mouth. “Don’t go wasting any food, little one.” Mindlessly you nibble on the piece of fruit, obedient even as your mind fixates on the dull throbbing between your thighs. You can see in the corner of your eyes a scarlet mist, floating through the air slowly. It feels warm against your skin and you try your hardest to not make the chaos controller angry, swallowing the last bite down at the first sound of Kate moaning across from you. 

Her face is shoved into the pillows on the floor, hands behind her back and Natasha’s favorite strap filling her to the brim. You could see her torn pants thrown, and the bright red nail marks already raising along the porcelain skin. “She’s so pretty isn’t she, detka? All filled with your Daddy’s cock, though I bet your needy little pussy is aching to be full too.” Her thumb makes contact with your clit for the first time, and the chuckle she lets out against your temple makes you clench around nothing. “You’re so wet already, and no one has even touched you babygirl.” 

You can already feel your thighs shaking, exerting as much effort as possible to try and keep your legs open without being reprimanded. The feeling of Wanda playing with you is amazing, and it’s pulling you under the thrashing waves in your brain. The space she adores you in, and you know your eyes are glazing over with each word she speaks and each swipe of her thumb. The tingly feeling over your body spreads quickly, and you can feel yourself falling into the trap that she always sets for you. “Not so fast Toy, go over to those two for me. I’ll be there in a minute.” 

She’s pushing your body forward, urging the crawling before you can really register what is happening but Kate’s head is yanked up as you get closer. Her moans and whimpers loud now that they aren’t muffled, echoing in the small blanket fort. Oceans blue eyes are glazed over and for the first time there’s a different vibe to this half of the quad. “Look at the pretty Toy, lil mutt. Why don’t you ask if she wants you to play with her?” 

The shock is hard to hide when you realize that Nat isn’t being rough with your girlfriend, her tone is light–almost playful as she ruts into her. You had never really seen the two of them be gentle, but you couldn’t help but admire it. You barely remember to answer when Kate finally does ask you, a muttered yes as she pulls you to lay in front of her. Legs falling apart, spread out in front of her face, Kate’s eyes clear momentarily as she wiggles happily. 

Her first lick at you is hesitant, unsure without the permission of Natasha, but when no reprimanding comes about her tongue leaves more pressure. You so desperately want to keep your head up, watching as she struggles to focus between your thighs, but when she sucks your clit into her mouth your head slams back against the floor. “That’s such a good little mutt, wind up our precious toy.” 

Kate’s moans vibrate through your body, each snap of the ginger’s hips push both of you to the edge. The sloppy tongue lapping at you slips into you, the hand in her hair forcing her forward until the tip of her nose rubs up against your clit. You want to make fun of her, tease her just a little that she’s getting fucked so good that she can’t even focus on you. All thoughts go out the window when you make eye contact with her, the dark cobalt almost black eyes staring you down screaming a silent plea. 

The sight Wanda comes back to is something that she always finds magical, even more so than the type she controls. She loves watching her girls all in sync, desperate to get the other ones off.  It’s messy and it makes her chuckle, knowing the three of them are always just slightly lost without her there. Slipping behind Natasha, the witch lets her hands smooth up her stomach as it flexes. “Come on Natsy, you’re barely fucking your mutt. Something wrong?” 

The older Avenger grunts, trying to shake the hands off of her body to no avail. She knows she won’t be able to shove off the witch when she’s in this mood, so she just huffs and focuses on the way her hips snap into the archer. Watching her strap disappear into her wetness, a shiny gleam left behind. Seeing her cunt stretch around her cock is something that the Russian can never truly get over, a sight that not many get to see. Hearing the muffled whimpers as Kate tries her best to stay coherent enough to get you off is driving the older woman crazy, struggling to keep the atmosphere that is set for the scene. 

She knows something happened during her counterparts’ day out, the two came back entirely different, and while she had no idea what occurred she didn’t want to break the light bubble they created. She knew that the other three were having a blast, but she was scared that if she allowed herself to fall into the soft side of the world with the mutt that she wouldn’t be able to climb out of it at the end of the day. 

Wanda sighs, watching the ginger’s eyes glaze over as her movements go into autopilot. Knowing that the rest of the night can’t have Natasha in charge, she moves around the group. Pulling Kate’s face from your cunt with her magic, she chuckles when she sees the unfocused eyes and wet chin. “We’re moving this cute little nest upstairs, brace yourselves.” Reaching down to cradle your head, she winks at you before you all are magically transported up stairs. The lights floating above you now, and the blankets acting as curtains hiding you all from the rest of the world. 

You’re sitting between the witch’s legs, and if you wiggle just right you can feel your favorite strap rubbing against your ass. Kate is still bouncing with the gentle thrusts, and you can see the widow who is staring down at her. Wanda’s arm wraps around you, pulling you up enough for her to swipe the tip of her strap through your folds. “You’re going to be a good girl and grind on Mommy’s cock, and you’re little stray is going to put her tongue to work on your aching clit. How does that sound? I know you’re just so desperate to get off, little one.” With a curl of her finger, scarlet mist wraps around the archer’s neck pulling her forward until she is just out of reach of your pussy. 

Slowly, her hand on your hip guides you down the length of her cock. It’s always a bit of stretch no matter how many times she fucks you with it, and it makes you whine every single time. Pathetic and high pitched, your noises just makes Kate squirm; impatience setting in. 

Eyes flutter as you finally bottom out, the feeling of being full settling in your stomach makes you already start to feel all fuzzy. “Mommy…so full” Your voice is already slurred, the arousal that burned in your stomach while your girlfriend ate you out came back with a blazing vengeance quickly. Clenching around her cock made you whimper, pushing yourself closer to the edge accidentally. “Wanna cum please.” 

Wanda giggles, an almost too innocent sound right up against your ear. “Oh baby, I love how stupid you get when you’re filled with my cock. Just a mindless little toy anytime I fill you, and you wanna know the best part, my love?” You barely nod, head falling back against her shoulder. She moves your hips so that the head of her strap is rubbing against the soft spot inside of you. “Mommy is going to fill you with her cum, going to claim you and paint your walls with crimson so that no one else can ever touch you without my permission again.” 

Wanda wasn’t quite sure where the sudden possessiveness came from, maybe it was the deep fear that someone could lay their hands on you without being allowed to or maybe it was just the need to remind you that she owns you. She lets her nails drag heavily against the glowing mark on your ribs, smiling to herself when she sees her hips jump. Regardless she watches your wetness drip around her cock, leaving Kate to lick her lips as she struggles to not surge forward. Letting her free hand lay along your stomach, pressing gently, she smiles against your neck as you let out a feral moan. “Free, Stray.” 

Kate barely waits for the two words to fully leave Wanda’s mouth, rushing forward to lick around the strap. She moans against you, vibrations making your eyes roll back, as she gets another taste of you. Wrapping her lips around your clit, she looks up at your face as she sucks. Seeing you blissed out, eyes completely unfocused as you try to nod along with whatever the witch is whispering into your ear makes her own arousal skyrocket. With each snap of the ginger’s hips, she forces the young girl towards the edge and leaves her hanging. She knows that the witch probably wants the two of them to cum together so Natasha tries her hardest to not mess with the idea. 

It’s almost embarrassing how close you are so quickly, but you try to remind yourself that you are still overly sensitive from earlier that day. Your cunt still red, raw, and puffy from the abuse that it withstood from your Daddy. You try to remind yourself of these things when Wanda’s hand wraps around your throat, rings digging into your pulse point. Vision blurring as your moans and whimpers become incoherent, the only you can really focus on is how each mumbled word spoken into your ear is cracking the tense coil in your stomach. 

Your thighs are shaking and you can’t even tell if you’re actually moving anymore or if it’s the magic wrapped around you. Opening your mouth you try to beg for something, anything because you don’t want this night to end. Even if there is an underlying tenseness, you feel like something happened that changed the dynamic forever; something so amazing and you want to live in this moment forever. You know you can’t, your self control over your orgasm is long gone and you’re just holding on for dear life. Breathing is entirely too difficult, but that’s okay because you can feel every single thing. 

Wanda’s lips, a subtle smile as she talks you through everything. Her strap rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, and the coil shattering. Kate’s lips wrapped around your clit, her teeth grazing it every so often making your hips jump. Natasha’s hips brutally rutting into your girlfriend, with each thrust shoving her face up against you. It’s too much and tears quickly spill down your cheeks as you sob. Overwhelmed and stuck on the edge until you’re given permission, your frustration bubbles over and you know that it’s exactly what the witch wanted when she takes over for you. Her hips thrusting up into you, as her magic pushes the archer’s face away from you. “That’s it baby, let it all out. You’re gonna cum for Mommy right after she cums in you. Understand? You don’t have to ask.” 

Nodding aggressively, you aren’t even sure if she answers. Holding on for dear life, you can feel the older woman start to lose control and her hips are ramming into you with a force that makes your head flop around. The feeling of her cum shooting into you, flooding you with warmth, almost makes you lose control but it’s Kate reaching up and tangling your fingers together that shatters the coil in your stomach. Waves of blazing arousal searing their way throughout your body, and it’s almost too painful.

The kisses left along the nape of your neck are soothing as you attempt to control your breathing, your heart racing as your body deals with the aftershocks. Entirely too sleepy, and your brain can’t even comprehend the words that Wanda is whispering to you. The only thing that even makes sense is when she says Mommy. When you finally open your eyes, you see Natasha pinning Kate down, licking slowly at her face as it drips with wetness. It makes you whine and even though you’re entirely too overstimulated your hips mindlessly grind down on the strap still firmly inside you. 

A tap along your temple, and a gentle kiss to your cheek, is the last thing you remember before your eyes flutter closed. “Playtime is over, detka.” Wanda’s hushed voice echoing through your head as your body relaxes completely into hers. 

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The two are leaning against the bed frame, silent as they watch their two younger counterparts sleep. Though they just finished having fun, they know that their issues aren’t fixed. Their days were completely different, both coming out of the experiences with what feels like renewed energy is slightly throwing off their own personal relationship dynamic. The ginger can’t help how her gaze flickers over to her girlfriend, emotions threatening to bubble up her throat. Gnawing on her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what she wants to say. 

“You know, the longer you stare at me the louder the little sighs you let out get.” Wanda’s winks teasingly at the older woman, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. 

The Russian pulls a pillow into her lap, careful to not disturb the heavy head leaning on her leg. She lets the silence blanket around the group as she gathers her thoughts. “I’m not proud of it, but I took my anger with you out on the little toy today. I know that they don’t care, and that it’s something that they in theory enjoy but I never wanted to do that. It was something that I told myself I wouldn’t do, no matter how much she likes it.”  The widow shushes the young witch when she goes to speak, an attempt to calm her thoughts. “No, you know I wanted a different type of dynamic with them. I didn’t want that kind of roughness, and disconnect. It works for some relationships, and it’s beautiful between you two but it was never what we built ours around. Seeing you and Kate come home, from whatever you guys did, it sort of hit me how unfair it could be perceived. How I let my anger take over the power I have over them, she just wanted to eat popcorn and watch her little movie. Something happened when you two were out, something good, and on the opposite end I feel like I caused issues.” Nails scratching at her shins, a nervous tick that Wanda picks up on immediately and reaches out to lay a gentle hand on her. 

It takes a moment but when Wanda finally talks, her voice cracks a few times. “I- this isn’t really the environment to talk about your issues, now is it Natalia?” The ginger’s head shoots up, shock and despair filling her body. Anger wasn’t what she was expecting from the witch right now, if anything she thought that she would be in tune with the emotions that she’s freely showing. Her younger girlfriend is always asking for her to express what she is thinking and feeling without the need for magic, and here she’s doing that but it’s being met with hostility. 

Before either could make another snarky comment, Kate’s body jostles as she starts waking up. Rolling over, rubbing at her eyes, she’s surprised to see the older women staring down at her. Awkwardly waving at the two, the archer rolls around in an attempt to sit up without waking you. Even after the three settle comfortably on the bed, your head nestled against the youngest’s thigh, the silence lays heavy over them. Just as the Russian was going to speak up, she is interrupted by a shaky voice. “Wanda you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break the moment you touch me.” 

It’s blunt and even with the waver in her voice it still shocks the older women, neither really hearing her be so confident in a statement towards them before. The moment of conviction, even though brief, is already taking a toll on the youngest. Kate curling in on herself, slow as she still takes your sleeping form into consideration. Almost as if the archer is protecting not only herself but you, the only other person who had ever seen her so vulnerable. Even though you aren’t an active participant of the conversation, you lay there as a barrier between the three. 

The relief that floods Kate’s body when Wanda finally picks up on her silent pleas, her quiet voice filling the air as she relays the words that are stuck clinging to the walls of the younger brunette’s throat. Focusing instead on the way you breathe in your sleep, chest rising slowly with each indication that you are safe and alive. Your eyes are moving about, dreaming of something, and for the moment the archer is able to focus on the fact that you are breathing.

Even as the words fall from her mouth, and she can see the emotions flooding the ginger’s eyes in her peripheral vision, Wanda can’t help but stare at the two of you. Something in her heart was telling her that she needed to listen to Natasha. She has what she needed, she loves the spy and knew that in her soul but she couldn’t help but want just a little more. When she met you, she knew she had to have you; but never in what capacity. It was something that was ever growing, never something stationary. 

She never really thought that she would ever have to decide, a part of her always believed that you would be forever obsessed with her; and Natasha in extension. The year long mission was something that wrecked all of her plans, the downfall of her control. Control not only over you, but over herself. She knew that it wouldn’t be long until someone fell for you, and while she would have preferred for you to not find yourself infatuated with them she knew that it didn’t matter. 

The mark that lays along your ribs, a moment of weakness and desperation, is a reminder of the devotion she has to you. A physical representation of her inner thoughts, even if you just thought it was her possession and ownership over you. Now, watching this moment between you and Kate, it’s different for Wanda. She sees something that could even break her magic, something that nothing can break and it’s starting to take a toll on her mind. 

The Sokovian doesn’t realize that she’s whispering by the end of the story, stopping just at the archer’s feelings for you. Blinking, she tears her gaze from the two of you, pointedly avoiding the ginger’s curious look when the youngest speaks up. “I don’t..this isn’t something that I want to change the dynamic. If I thought I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t be here, and anyways they help me a lot whenever they think it's overwhelming.” The ocean blue eyes are calm, void of waves crashing against one another, as she looks down at you. “I always thought love was this fight, something that if it was rocky and unstable then it wasn’t real. I thought that love was aggressive and mean, leaving you to trudge through this fog that never let up even after finally finding the other person.” 

She doesn’t notice the other two, retracting into themselves as their thoughts begin to take over and leave them gasping for air as the waves that no longer find homage in the archer’s eyes start to drown them. “Until I met this nerdy quiet girl, who somehow saw straight through every single one of my normal games. It didn’t matter what I said or what stupid line I used, even though text, she had me wrapped around her finger the moment we started talking. I learned that love is a fight, but it isn’t violent or angry. You have to fight for each other.” Her voice hushes as you move around in your sleep, subconsciously gripping her shirt as you pull her closer. 

Wanda’s eyes flicker when she gets a flash of strong emotion from Natasha, something that momentarily breaks her normal stoic mask before she is able to paste it back together. The witch wants to reach out, apologize for everything and comfort the widow but she knows that this isn’t the time nor place to do so. This isn’t about them and she can see the assassin slowly building even more walls then she originally had. “It isn’t about fighting each other, nor is it fighting to be that number one position in their lives. As their partner shouldn’t be their number one priority. You came into their lives, you know? They had an entire life before you, family and friends and responsibilities. Their life was filled with things pulling their attention and their focus, and as a partner I learned it isn’t about fighting for attention. It’s about fighting for your partner. There’s days where maybe they can’t do everything, so you do it for them. There will be days where maybe they can’t put everything into you because it isn’t fair to expect them to, and that’s when you fight for them. You fight to make their life easier and make it more enjoyable, to make sure that when everything else in life is finally slowed down that they can live in the moment with you. You aren’t there to take over their life but make it better, and make the time you have with them some of the best memories they could ever even imagine.” 

Kate sighs, finally lifting her head to look at the other two. “I know this isn’t everything that love is about, and maybe I’m so wrong but for me that’s how I see it.” She looks so small as she starts to second guess everything she just said. The silence starts to make her anxious but when she makes eye contact with Wanda her muscles relax. 

Shaking her head, the witch’s eyes flash red as she tries her hardest to settle the insecurities bubbling into the young brunette’s head. She knows that the conversation is over, and while this wasn’t exactly how she thought this would go she knows that there was no point. Natasha has already withdrawn into herself, the mask back as protection. Wanda watches as the ginger stands and begins her normal bedtime routine, footsteps not making a sound as she pads around the room. 

Kate opens her mouth to say something but the older brunette just shushes her gently, leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. “Lay down, malý zatúlaný. We’ll talk more later, okay?” It almost breaks her heart as Kate settles in bed, curling slowly around your body with a blank stare as she whispers out a confirmation that she heard the plans. “This isn’t about you, yes? I need you to know that. I meant what I said earlier, and us knowing what happened doesn’t change anything. Natasha just needs a moment to deal with things outside of this, and then she will come back.” It’s enough for the young CEO to relax a bit, color returning to her face as she lets the words sink into her heart. 

Slowly walking out of the room, Wanda makes sure that the two wouldn’t wake up as she shuts the door before she briskly walks down the hall to where she knows the widow would be just sitting. Scoffing as she sees her making a cup of tea, the witch cracks her neck as she sets her hands on the counter. “You know, I never thought you would be such a heartless bitch but once an emotionless assassin always one apparently.” 

Natasha takes her time, stirring the honey into her tea as she normally would and even taking a taste of it before finally turning around to face the witch. Her vibrant forest green eyes rimmed with red as she held back tears, a fake smile plastered on her face. “You think I don’t care about the life of Kate, don’t you? I’m just a soulless monster? Let’s talk about you and your dreams, about the things you know you’re destined to become.” 

Wanda laughs, high pitched and delirious. “This wasn’t about you or your feelings Natalia. Tonight was the time to put everything about yourself to the side and be there for Kate, and you couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t be selfless for even a fucking hour and I think it’s ironic you bring up a stupid prophecy when you were literally born to be a killer. We both were fucked from the moment we took a breath on this stupid rock, Romanoff. You were the one who told me that, and guess what it’s coming back to haunt you.” The agent thought the witch would be angry, let her emotions get the best of her, but for the first time it’s almost like she’s numb. 

The older woman sighs, taking a sip of her tea as she stares at the younger girl over the rim of the mug. Steam almost distorts the image of her counterpart as she lets her words sink in, thinking over what she wants to say. “You know, it’s really funny that you talk about putting our feelings to the side and being all altruistic. Aren’t you the one drooling over Kate’s girlfriend? You think I didn’t see your little heart eyes literally while you were talking about the traumatic experiences? What do you think she would think if she knew your true feelings, hm? She’s oh so protective over the little toy, you really think she would trust you with her heart? Especially because you can’t hide who you are going to become, it’s destiny that you fall into that madness; at least mine was always around.” Setting down her cup, she takes a seat on the bar stool so that she can comfortably lounge. 

“Maybe Kate would be mad, maybe she would be hesitant but let me ask you a question. What will our little princess think when her precious Daddy doesn’t love her? That when you look at her, it isn’t who you want to see anymore? You don’t just call her anymore to see her, but to see if her girlfriend will show up too? I might be destined for madness but at the end of it I’ll still have my Toy, and in the end I believe I’ll have Kate too. What will you have? Your anger and regret?” Wanda spins around, deciding that she is done with this conversation. She has a pull, a need to be near both you and Kate. 

“She’s OUR toy and Kate is MY mutt!” Natasha is leaning across the counter now, hands slapping down on the marble. 

The echoing mocking laughter rings in her ears as she watches the witch walk away, “We’ll see about that.” It isn’t yelled, but placed in her mind as she watches the younger woman slip into the bedroom. The lock clicking into place is a sure sign that she would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

[bonfireheart]

…hi.

It’s been so long AHA.

Anyways, to get me back into writing, I’m going to start a new branch/series wherein I’m going to get my inspiration from songs (Bcuz that’s never been done before :p). I thought it would just be a cute way to get myself out of writers block and back into writing fics. I’ll be writing blurbs/drabbles for the songs I do. (Maybe doing one for each song on Midnights bcuz id take a bullet for blondie 🫢)

Anyways, send me any songs you wanna see along with the relationship you wanna see :p

(I.E. Scarlett, Lizzie, Natasha, Wanda, Scarlizzie, Wandanat. X Y/N)

[bonfireheart]

title: Not Enough Time, Too Many People

blurb: the one in which Scarlett doesn’t mean to ignore you, but all you want is your mother. (Teen!Fem!Reader)

warnings: swearing, yelling, fighting, sexism, high school violence/bullying

“Rose! Get off!”

I struggled against my little sister as she wrestled herself on top me, hitting me across my face and chest in the process.

“Play with me!”

Her voice wavered, sadness intwined into her tone as she stared at me with the best puppy dog eyes she could muster in attempt to convince me to indulge in her game.

“No Rose, I’ve got work to do. Go play alone in your room!”

We tussled some more before I accidentally shoved her a little too hard and she fell to the floor with a large thud. And as quickly as she had been to run into my room and start bugging me, the waterworks turned on, filling not just my room, but the whole house. Her wails were loud and deafening.

I looked up to see my mother running into the room, with Colin in tow, concern written over their faces as they made their way towards the source of the noise.

“Oh my munchkin, what’s happened here? Shh it’s okay.” She spoke as she bundled Rose into her arms, and sat herself on my carpet at the child’s level.

With a shaky finger and jutted lip, I was pointed at like a deer caught in headlights. The two adults stared at me with disappointment etched on their aura and face.

“Wait hold on! I know how this looks but really-“

“Don’t. You should know better, Y/N. She’s just a kid.”

‘I’m a kid too…’ filled my brain but that might cause more harm than good if I say it out loud. I just awkwardly huffed and mumbled a “sorry” under my breath, watching as the three of them walked back out of the room. I heard faintly some promises of “Cuddles”, “Sisters a meanie” and “Ice Cream”.

Should I have pushed my sister that hard? No. But it’s not like I meant to. It feels like the worlds been piling on top of me lately, school, assignments, the family name and trying to start my professional career in soccer. I used to have it so under control, but now it seems like everyone wants everything from me and I’ve not got time to even remember myself. I feel useless because I can’t do what’s asked of me, mom manages to keep up, so why can’t I? Rose coming in here and messing around with my work, and hitting herself against me threw me over the edge. It’s been a long time coming, my stress was just waiting for someone to tip the ship.

Normally, I’d go to my mom for when I needed a break from life, or advice but it seems that every time I try she’s just too busy, tired or annoyed. Furthermore, it’s not like I want her to worry about me. She’s got enough to deal with. Alas, I’ve tried, and will continue to try. I just don’t know what it will take for her to finally remember I’m her child and not a colleague or friend.

•/\•

“Hey mama, can you just look at this tactic I’ve been working on real quick? I could use another opinion on it.”

“Oh uh, I’m sorry, I’ve got to run over to Chris’ house, he needs help with a script. Definitely show it to me later though!”

Front door slammed shut.

“Don’t bother…” I spoke out to the now empty house.

•/\•

“Mom, do you think we could watch a movie together? We haven’t spent time together in ages.”

“Y/N my love, I’d really love to, but mom is really tired right now and I’m in desperate need of sleep. Do you think you could help Rose with her homework? Thanks.”

“…no proble-“

Her bedroom door shuts in my face.

•/\•

“Ma, could you drop me at my friends house? I’ve got a project I need to work on for school.”

“For heavens sake Y/N, can you not see I’m absolutely swimming in work right now? I’ve been in and out calls all day and you think I’ve got all the time in the world? Go bother Colin, or better yet, walk.”

I ended up catching the bus that day, which was met by its own swarm of problems. And by problems, I mean paparazzi absolutely surrounding the bus at each stop, waving cameras into the windows, desperately searching to get pictures of me.

•/\•

“Johansson! You’re late. Five laps!”

“Yes coach! Sorry coach!”

I internally cursed myself as I began to pace around the field. Why can’t I just do anything right recently? Everything just isn’t going my way at all, and I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve what has happened to me over the past few weeks.

By the time I had hit my fourth lap, I cringed as I saw the boys’ team slowly making their way to practice. This never ended well, ever. I saw them snickering as they watched me run.

“Hey Y/N, coach got you running because you’re so useless at soccer?”, “How’s the whole famous mom thing working out for you now?”, “God you are shit at soccer, but look at those tits bounce!”.

“Shut the fuck up Theo!” I slammed to a stop.

“Yeah, no.”

“Well, ‘those tits’ are not attracted to you, or your tiny dick. Or tiny brain, for that matter.”

“Fucking bitch! Think you’re so tough? I’ll fucking show you tough.”

I readied myself as he came charging toward me, knocking me to the ground. We fought on the floor for a bit, he threw punches at me, I threw some at him. The pair of us rolled around for what felt like forever before both our coaches had untangled us from each other.

“The principals office, now! I’ve had it up to here with you two constantly!”

•/\•

“A fight, seriously Y/N? I did not raise you to be violent.”

I side glanced my mom from my highly uncomfortable place in the passenger seat.

“I had to leave the office to come get you. I was in a meeting about new products and was interrupted by a phone call from your damn school. Do you know how embarrassing it was to try and keep a straight face in front of my own staff?”

I slightly shuffled nearer the door, and laid my head back against the cool, black leather.

“You know, a sorry wouldn’t be out of order right now!”

I watched as her grip on the steering wheel got tighter.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“What would I possibly ask you right now?”

“Why I fought him…”

I grumbled lowly and I’m more surprised she wasn’t getting more annoyed at my attitude. This is the first time in ages we’ve actually had a proper conversation, granted it seems pretty one sided right now, but still. The car pulled into the houses driveway, her eyes bore into the side of my head. I refused to look at her. I knew if I did, I would just start crying.

“You are a Johansson. I know you didn’t ask to be born one, but it’s too late for that. You have a name to keep, and you are damn lucky for it too.”

I scoffed and turned my head even further away from her. Of course that was her go to, ‘you have a famous name, so don’t jeopardise my job’. I bit my lip and roughly shoved my seatbelt off of me. My bag was already sat on my lap, and so I hastily got out of the car and paced towards the front door.

I could quickly feel her coming from behind me, but I didn’t bother to hold the door open for her, instead letting it slam shut just before she had reached it. I marched into the kitchen where Colin and Rose were situated, him making lunch whilst Rose sat and watched.

“How dare you! You do not walk away from me young lady, especially not in this situation. And go to your room! I’ll talk to you when you decide to act like your age.”

Groaning, I shoved my way past her, brushing against her shoulder lightly.

“I hate your job, I hate myself and I hate being a fucking Johansson!”

I saw as her face registered what I said, and it dropped significantly. I was too emotional to care, and instead stomped my way upstairs to my room, banging the door shut and throwing headphones on, blasting music to take my mind off of life.

•/\•

Three hours had passed, I was kicking a football against the wall, watching it bounce back to me and then kicking it again.

I’d turned off my music a while ago, hearing a completely silent house, and thus I’d presumed the three of them had gone out without me. Suits me.

Creak.

My bedroom door opened softly and slowly, I watched as my mom slowly emerged from behind it. Her tearful face alarmed me, and made me feel even more guilty and deflated than before. She had a tray with two cups of steaming liquid and a bowl of cut up fruits with two forks.

“No balls in the house in the house, you remember what happened last time sunshine.”

And though I was anxious at her being here and possibly annoyed, I couldn’t help but let a small smile fall onto my features. It’s like my heart was completely betraying my brain. I don’t know if it was the memory of me accidentally putting a ball-shaped dent in the kitchen wall, or the fact that she used a nickname I once knew all too well that I haven’t heard in ages. It’s been months since she’s mentioned it, but it still falls so naturally from her lips. It brings me comfort, a feeling a warmth that nobody else could ever give me.

I let the ball come to a stop as she pushed her way further into the room, placing the tray down on my side table and sitting cross legged on my bed. She stared at where I was stood, a glint in her eyes showcasing her silent plea for me to come sit down in front of her.

I accepted the invitation and took place in front of her, letting my legs hang loosely over the side of the mattress. A silence lulled over like a wave in the sea once again, and I could tell she was struggling to get words out, perhaps not even knowing how or where to start.

“You know I am so proud of you, right?”

Good choice. My heart welled at her praise, it’s the only thing I ever want. The whole world could hate me, but as long as mom is on my side, I could take on everything. A sheet of tears blurred over my eyes instantly, and I inhaled a sharp breath. I didn’t think I would break this easily, but here we are, the first sentence of this conversation and I’m already about to cry.

“We are going to talk after, but first you are just going to listen to me and what I have to say.”

I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m so proud of you, ok? My Angel, you were my gift from the heavens above. I don’t say it a lot, and I’m sorry. I started acting when I was very young, my world turned upside down and nothing felt right anymore. Until I had you. It felt like my heart was whole for the first time in years. I know I haven’t been showing that to you lately, and that’s my fault. I haven’t given you the attention you deserve recently, and I wish I had a reason good enough to explain why. But I don’t, nothing will ever justify my actions. You are my child, and you always will be, not matter how old you get. Sometimes I get worried that as you get older, you won’t want to be around me as much anymore, and I guess my way of dealing with that was just helping speed up the process. I want you to know that I will never make you feel this way again. You are so beautiful and talented, and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is blind. I love you more than life itself, sunshine.”

A stray tear fell down her cheek, clearly demeaning her attempts of keeping her emotions at bay, and she learnt forward to carefully pull me into her arms. I hadn’t even tried to stop myself from crying, all the emotions of the past few weeks was coming to head, and I manoeuvred myself right up against her. I don’t care how old I am now, I forgot how nice it was to just sit in her arms. They are the most comforting blanket ever made. Even though I’ve grown, I’m taller than my mom now and I’ve built myself up playing sport, I knew I looked so feeble cuddling into her. This is all I’ve been craving for.

We simply sat like that for a while. The only noise were the occasional sniffles from either of us, just desperately holding on to each other as if one was going to leave.

“You wanna tell me how you ended up in a fight?”

“…”

“Ok, I don’t want to ruin this moment, but I will go back to strict mom if you don’t.”

I grumbles under my breath as the image of Theo filled my mind, taking me back to the past events of today.

“Just Theo…”

I laughed as I saw the look of distaste appear on mom’s face at the mention of his name. She knew everything about him. If she could pick me up from practice, or if she’d managed to sneak away from work to watch one of my games, she’d always take me out for a milkshake and fries. It was our thing. I’d sit and tell her about my day which would inevitably involve the teenage douchebag.

“I know you tell me to just ignore him but I just couldn’t this time. He was saying stuff about you and then about my body…I had to retaliate.”

She didn’t say anything at first, instead she just studied my face. I shot her a confused look and she reached forward to cup my chin in her hand, pushing it upwards and to the side.

“You’ve got bruises forming on your nose and eye…”

“If you think I look bad, you should of seen him.”

Mom struggled to hide her smile at me, as she jokingly slapped my arm. Without another word, she pulled my face back into her and she cradled my head whilst stroking my hair.

“If you ever feel like you are starting to not like yourself, I want you to come to me, ok? Straight away, without fail. I promise I’ll listen from here on out.”

I nodded into her from where I was situated. Her floral scent filled my nose and it just felt like home.

[bonfireheart]

title: Trust Takes…A Near-Death Experience?

blurb: the one in which the newest combat avenger that has limited healing abilities proves themselves. (fem!reader)

warnings: Clint should look around before leaving cover, Reader just wants acceptance (at the cost of hurting themselves), injury, medbay vibe?, passing out, the team are kinda mean to start with, swearing

“Now, everybody follow instructions. Nobody go off and do their own thing, this is a quick in and out mission.”

The voice of the Captain boomed through the tech-clad jet, and the brightness from the overhead lights found love in my eyes, causing me to squint in attempt to see my surroundings.

“Stark, Nat and I will clear the pathway to the entrance. Wanda, Sam and Buck, cover and protect the perimeter. Clint and Y/N enter the building quietly, get the flash drive and leave. Don’t make contact with anyone inside.”

A chorus of “got its” and a cheeky “Sir yes sir” from Sam replaced the single voice. Clint made his way over to me, blindly handing me a small handgun.

“Just in case. You should stay behind me, stay in the shadows unless I tell you otherwise. This should be easy.”

His voice was sharp and I could tell he was annoyed I was partnered up with him. I felt the whole group’s eyes set on me and shuffled back in my seat awkwardly.

Stark stood up, lowering his helmet over his head. “Yeah and uh, when you see HYDRA agents try to stay loyal to us. I know they used to be a such a dear part of your life.”

Hostility was woven in his words, and snickers surrounded me. If the ground felt like eating me whole now would be the perfect time. Or eating them. That would be better, and it would be nice to see them grovelling for my help.

Ever since Fury took me in as a HYDRA escapee, the team have been less than pleased by my mere existence. I’m not stupid, I’ve heard them talking. Things about how they couldn’t trust me, that I was a double agent. It hurt sure, but I couldn’t blame them. Who would genuinely believe that an ex-convict would want to play hero to the world? That doesn’t make their words sting any less though. Wanda wasn’t always the good girl, and neither was Nat. Bucky was one of me for gods sake. The constant bitter phrases and venomous speeches filled my life. If I got hurt on a mission, I am convinced they’d just leave me.

“Great, they’ve already zoned out.” Bucky’s voice pulled me back into reality.

Truth is, this mission was kind of scaring me. They keep calling it a simple deal, but there’s too much history there for me. What if one of the agents walking around recognise me? Would they kill me? Or would they drag me back into that lifestyle? I don’t want any part of that, and I sure as hell am working everyday to repay the world for what I did against it.

“We’re here. Get ready.”

Wanda arose from the seat beside me, giving me one glance over before stationing herself behind the doors. Same with Natasha. And Cap, Tony, Bucky, Sam and Clint.

I sighed and stood, slowly pacing my way over to them. I shut my eyes and inhaled lightly, exhaled lightly. Just like Ma taught me.

The shudder of the doors opening reminded me to extra care of myself on this mission, stay in cover and do as I’m told. I’ve resigned myself to doing that every mission though. A part of me hopes that if I just let them control everything and make the rules, well then, maybe they’d start to warm up to the idea of me.

I felt Clint grab on to my arm as he tugged me towards some boulders sat just by the entrance. I allowed myself to be pulled along and crouched low to avoid being detected. We sat in silence together, I kept my eyes trained on the scene playing out before me. I watched as the others killed people quickly and quietly, and as Nat made her way to the door of the building and opened it, ready to kill any onlookers they may have missed. I felt Clint’s eyes place on to me a few times, either from concern or disgust, I’m not too sure, and I’d rather not know.

It was time. I stood from our cover and let Clint lead the way to the door. Nat offered him a small smile as he went inside, and instantly dropped it when she saw me.

Ouch.

‘Don’t let it get to you.’ I could hear my mother’s voice in my head. It chanted like it was some mantra until I found myself following what it was saying.

The inside of the building wasn’t that much different to the outside. It was bleak, grey and was a hub of sadness if anything. Clint was four steps ahead of me, and didn’t so much as turn around to see if I was even there. Part of me thinks he wouldn’t even question my disappearance, that he just expected me to turn double agent real quick and not look back.

We found the room quickly. It wasn’t hard to locate, nor was it well secured. Typical of HYDRA. They focused their resources in the wrong places. The metal door was heavy and rusted, turning into more of a bronze colouring. It was unlocked and made a loud ‘clank’ as we opened it.

I internally cringed as the sound rang through the empty hallways. The noise was starkly contrasted when a deafening silence fell upon us. Then the footsteps came running. One pair, two pairs, several pairs of people could be heard nearing us. And as if to mock us even further, a blaring alarm played out suddenly. If this wasn’t a serious situation, it possibly would of been funny.

The archer grabbed me by the wrist and quickly tugged us into the dark room, and we found solace behind a cabinet. It wasn’t long before the door to the enclosed space opened again, and from the corner of my eyes I could see the shine of flashlights reflecting against the silver panels of the area.

“раскрыть себя (reveal yourselves).”

I shuddered at the sound of Russian. It reminded me all too well of my past, a past I’m far from proud of. The footsteps paced around the room some more, before the flashlights turned off.

“все чисто (all clear).”

Slowly, the resonating footsteps got further and further away. I knew better than that though. There is at least two men still in this room, I know HYDRA like the back of my hand. ‘Sad that they haven’t changed their ways after all these years’, and god I need to stop thinking serious situations are funny.

Before I could garner my attention back to Clint, his grasp on me lessened and though I tried stop him, he moved into plain sight.

Silence.

I held my breath and prepared for what came next, it was inevitable.

I heard Clint sigh, “Shit.”

“Ah Mr Barton, рад встрече (nice to meet you).”

A gruff Russian accent coated the man’s words, the tension in the air was thick and surrounded the room. I watched as Hawkeye slowly reached back for an arrow, setting it into his bow. I felt helpless, I couldn’t blow my cover just yet, and Clint is way too egotistical to ask for help. But still, I know this is not going to end well for him, no matter how skilled he is, he is way too outnumbered. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Ping.

The sound of a sleek, metal point hitting its bullseye in the shape of a man’s head. And lord, Clint has just brought war upon himself.

Before he could reload, or I could pull out my weapon, I heard as the door slammed open and more agents rushed in. Curse the archer for thinking he always knows best.

Gunshots resonated throughout the building, and one could only pray the others could hear it. A hand reached up to my ear piece quickly, and I pressed on it.

“Guys! Backup plea-Clint!”

I watched in horror as he dropped to the floor with a vast array of gunshot wounds taken nest on his shoulders, stomach, torso and just below his heart.

Grabbing my gun from my holster, I left cover and finished off the final three men in the room. I looked around the floor, and fair dues to Barton, he had managed to take out a fair few of them. A groan articulated from beside me and I dropped to my knees in concern. I knew I didn’t have long before more HYDRA officials found their way here and could just hope that the rest of the team would come bursting through the door.

“Clint! Clint, look at me ok? You need to stay still, I’m going to heal you, don’t move.”

My words were shaky and unstable, I don’t know if he could even understand me. But even if I was speaking properly, this man is at deaths door and words wouldn’t be comprehensible anyway. My hands rested comfortably above Clint, a small gap allowing for the particles to flow out of my hands and over his body. I worked silently, even when the door slammed open. One, two, three, four…there was at least fifteen gunshots covering him. I don’t know how far my healing ability can cope with this. I had only ever used it on myself, it was simple trick that was injected into me by HYDRA to ensure they could keep sending me out on mission after mission.

I didn’t dare move even when I heard shouts of Russian around me, or shots being fired into me, all that mattered was making sure his family had their husband and dad in one piece. I watched as his wounds slowly covered over, and as the bleeding came to a stop. My hands didn’t leave him until I knew for sure that every little mark on him was healed.

Pain pricked into me, it was didn’t hurt that much yet it made me scream. I looked up in horror and was met by the rest of the team. It felt like everything was in slow motion now. My head felt woozy and light.

‘Huh, so at least I know I can heal a pretty much dead man’. Not now brain…not now.

My eyes fluttered open and shut like a butterfly, the voices of the team were drained and quiet and my vision was blurry.

The sound of me dropping to the floor.

•/\•

Beep.

“She’s waking up, get Bruce.” “She’s awake?” “Shut up, you’re being too loud.” “You shut up!”

Open door.

“Bucky, Sam. She does not need to hear loud noises right now of all times.”

“…sorry Bruce.”

Footsteps, shut door.

My senses slowly came back to me. I can hear my heart monitor. I can feel a blanket clad around my body. I can smell disinfectant, a aroma of cleanliness. I can taste the metallic tang of blood. I let my eyes open and instantly winced at the light compared to darkness of shut eyes.

“Oh! Sorry about that.” Bruce walked over to my bed and pushed the bright lamp that shone over me to face the wall.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like the devil tried finishing the job.”

He laughed in a geeky sort of way. I don’t mind Bruce. I’ve never met met somebody who contrasted their hero alias as much as him, but I guess that’s what made him more likeable. I saw him slightly tamper with the many wires attached to my hand. He must of felt my eyes on him,

“I’m just upping the morphine.”

“No need.” I allowed my hands to perch on top of my chest and focused my energy towards myself. Gradually, it felt like the ton of bricks was being lifted from my shoulders.

“That works too, I guess. Super cool by the way, the healing thing, wish I had that.”

The door crashed open again, this time the team came stumbling into the room.

“I said one at a time!” Natasha spoke up.

“Yeah, you just always got to be right dont you?”

“Stark, I will widow bite you.”

Wanda made her way over to me with a steaming bowl. It smelt amazing, and my stomach was absolutely begging for food. Not to mention the need to recharge my energy.

“It’s gulyas. My mama’s recipe. I’ve seen you eat it before so I just thought…”

“Thank you Wanda. It smells like home.” I leant forward to take the bowl from her.

“Should you be feeding yourself?” She asked as she moved the bowl away from me quickly.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I can heal myself. I feel good as new. Just a little rough round the edges is all.” I joked light-heartedly.

The Sokovian looked doubtful as she passed it over to me, setting it gently on my side table and produced a spoon. By now, Bruce had managed to calm the others down, reminding them they were in a medical facility.

Clint awkwardly cleared his throat and captured the attention of everyone.

“I uh…just wanted to thank you for healing me. I thought that mission might of been my last so just..yeah..thanks.”

I smiled at him.

“Hey, it’s part of the job right? Protecting people. Nobody said it had to be just civilians.”

Steve lightly nudged Tony.

“My turn already?”

The others looked at him with annoyed glances.

“Ugh fine. Listen Nightingale, we just wanted to…apologise for how we treated you. You clearly have the teams best…interests at heart.”

Groans encompassed the space.

“Really Tony?” “You could of been slightly heartfelt!”

“What Tony is trying to say Y/N, is that we were unfair. Especially considering the fact that three of us were the same as you…technically four but Tony made weapons of destruction so I’d argue that’s worse.” Natasha cut in, looking towards me hopefully.

“Forgive us? Start afresh?”

I looked down in my lap. It felt weird hearing them say sorry. Or even having their attention full stop.

“I’m not going to lie and say I can just move on from this…it kinda hurt the way I was treated. It felt like when I was trying to finally put stuff right, I was just being shunned even more…”

“That was our fault. Completely.”

“But, I am willing to try. You guys seem cool when you’re nice.” I laughed quietly.

“Seem? Seem? I AM cool.”

“Tony, for fucks sake.”

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•Trust Takes… A Near-Death Experience?

blurb: the one in which the newest combat avenger that has limited healing abilities proves themselves. (fem!reader)

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