#[ just .... all the hugs for clint pls ]

[talesofely]

Happier.

Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers

Summary : Your ex-girlfriend, Natasha, seems happier with her new man than she was with you. Or is she? (summaries r my biggest weakness, if it isn't obvious yet)

Warnings : Angst, Fluff (?), a talesofely ending (i'm not sorry 😓), swearing, mentions of romanogers, uses Y/N twice, pls tell me if u see anything else

Word count : 1.1k

Note : not a big fan of romanogers, so this kinda hurts to write 😭

You were walking down a familiar street. You weren't sure if it was the 29th street or the street close to the park. It was a dark and cold night, ones you used to enjoy a lot. You used to love walking around at night, the serenity and calmness it brought was something you cherished a lot. Everything changed due to a certain situation a month ago tho.

Your feet stopped moving when your eyes spotted a newly opened restaurant. It wasn't supposed to be that big of a deal, until you saw a couple walk out. It was Steve Rogers, and Natasha. She was wrapped in Steve's arms as they walked out of the restaurant into the peaceful night road.

You bit your lower lip to calm yourself down. It's only been a month since you two broke up, how could she move on so fast?

You didn't know why you decided to follow them. All you knew was that you were a few feet behind them, watching as Steve said something that made Natasha laugh.

They were headed to a bar. You entered a few minutes after them, immediately spotting them at a small bar table. You subsequently sat on the table on the corner.

It was bittersweet to see them smiling so widely, like they were so inlove. Your eyes subconsciously landed on Natasha. She looks happy. Happier than she was with you.

You smiled sadly. Seeing her like this brought you joy and sadness at the same time. Joy, 'cause seeing her smile always made you happy. Sadness, 'cause you aren't the reason for her smile anymore.

You knew you were also at fault. She hurt you without knowing, and you hurt her for it. Your break up was messy. It was a decision made in the heat of the moment. She dared you to walk away, to leave her alone, and you did.

But you also knew you loved her more than yourself. You treated her like how Carl treated Ellie in the movie Up. Apparently, she doesn't love you as much as you loved her, as she was moving on faster than you could've ever done.

You didn't mind, tho. Especially when you saw how happy she looked with Steve. Who were you to prevent her from having that kind of happiness?

You bit your lower lip and ducked your head, not having the guts to watch the love of your life in another's arms.

You felt a soft tap on your arm after a few minutes. You looked up to see your friends from work, smiling sympathetically at you. They sat at the table you were in, wordlessly buying bottles of alcohol for all of you.

They gave you a bottle of Natasha's favorite beer. Instinctively, you passed it to Natasha that was supposed to be beside you. You froze and sighed deeply when you remembered.

You finished the beer bottle faster than usual. You had high alcohol tolerance, but you didn't drink too much before 'cause you wanted to stay sober for Natasha. You nursed the empty bottle as you stared at your only reason to live being someone else's.

"Stop sulking, Y/N. I know how much you love her, but you shouldn't act like it's the end of your life end just because she left." Scarlett, one of your friends, said with a small smile.

"Yeah, babes, you'll find someone else that'll make you feel the same way—if not more than you did with Natasha." Lizzie gave you a small hug, trying her best to comfort you.

"I appreciate it, guys, really... but I don't think I'll ever find someone who I won't compare to Natasha. She's it for me." You responded with a bittersweet smile, watching as Natasha laughed at another one of Steve's jokes. It made you wonder how funny they really were to make her laugh that much.

"Jeremy, you're friends with Clint, right?" The said man nodded, looking at you in confusion.

"Don't mention my name, but please ask him to tell Natasha, that if he breaks her heart... I'll always be here, waiting patiently for her. No matter what." You sighed deeply seeing the couple stand up, and got ready to leave. You drank the last of your drink before ordering another bottle.

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"Hey, Nat, have you heard?" Clint asked as he entered the kitchen where Natasha was coincidentally in.

"Heard about what?"

"Y/N finally released a single. Tony's going to play it tonight."

Natasha's brows furrowed in confusion, searching her best friend's face for any signs of playfulness but found nothing.

"What's it called?"

"Happier."

Natasha bit her lower lip, as she nodded, trying to act like she didn't care about it. Based on the title, she figured it was about being happier without her.

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The avengers settled down in the common room, all ready to hear your first single.

"Ready?" Tony played the recording despite Sam's small "Wait." as he ran to the kitchen to grab a snack.

When your voice came through the speaker as you sang the first line, Natasha felt her heart clench. Oh how she missed your voice, your lullabies when she nightmares hinder her from sleep, and your soft singing as you danced with her around the kitchen in the refrigerator light at 3am.

As the song continued, Natasha realized the lyrics were about her. About your previous relationship. About... missing her.

Not only that, but the information on the lyrics were almost the same as the night she went out with Steve. 29th and Park, a month, a bar, corner of the room, empty bottle... Shit. You saw her.

Her panicking eyes met Steve's equally surprised ones. She immediately took her phone out, despite the song not even ending yet. She cursed when she was brought straight to voice mail. This doesn't stop her from calling you multiple times again though.

Clint looked at Natasha in realization, only then remembering and realizing what Jeremy's cryptic message was about.

So you were the 'she' he was talking about.

The archer approached his best friend, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Nat." He called her attention, only to be answered by a hum and glossy eyes from her.

"Jeremy, one of Y/N's friend, talked to me yesterday. He told me to tell you that, 'She'll always be there, waiting patiently for you. No matter what.'" He said quietly, trying to not attract unwanted attention to the now silently crying spy, knowing how much she hates others seeing her vulnerable side.

If only you picked up her calls, if only you read her texts, if only she knew your address, if only she knew you were there that day... she would've approached you and told you that it wasn't real. It was a mission. A mere undercover mission.

If only you knew that her heart still is, and will always be, yours.

If only you knew that she will only truly be happy with you.

Note : i'm sorry...? part 2 or naaahh? i kinda like this ending:> btw, i used this to cure my writer's block so BAHHAHAHAHA enjoyyy! mwaAaAaAaA:3

[vaguesxrrow]

can you PLEASE do a fic of different times the avengers find out something new about natasha. IK ITS REALLY RANDOM but i saw a prompt on PINTEREST. PINTEREST. AGES AGO and i cannot stop thinking about it. like it could be whilst shes drunk and doesnt stop talkin about secrets about herself she wouldnt usually say or like she'd tell them about the most concerning things ever happening to her in the red room and smile n shrug or smth. IDM ANY SHIPS so u can choose (or just none x). THIS IS REALLY RANDOM but THANK YOU if u actually end up writing this.

first marvel fic !! so glad it's a nat centric one bc i love her sm. that being said, i dont want to minimise how traumatic the red room was for her so im considering writing a p2 to this where she talks about it properly..

drunk natasha - blackhill

a/n: this is in the pov of tony, but there is maria/nat at the end. also all the avengers are there but sadly not all of then have dialogue :((

cws: talk of the red room (although unexplicit, pls be wary!)

wc: 492

tony probably shouldn't have spiked the booze.

how do you spike booze, you might be asking? well, if anyone asked, he would give a vague response like, "you can spike anything if you put your mind to it." if natasha romanoff - the person who had arguably been the most affected by it - asked, he would run away to save his life.

anyway, he probably shouldn't have spiked the booze, because now natasha - the person (excluding thor, steve, and bucky, because they had a biological advantage) with the highest alchohol tolerance of them all was tipsy, and rambling.

it was definitely a sight to behold.

"what booze is this?" natasha asked, for the third time that night. her russian accent was more prominent now that she was intoxicated. "oh! my favourite. when i was in the red room, one of my targets had this brand, and i... i poisoned it." her voice lowered to a whisper, and she giggled conspirationally.

tony, along with the other 5 avengers, froze. natasha had never talked about her time in the red room before, and he wasn't sure if she even wanted to now, or if it was the vodka making her loose-lipped.

bruce, who was the only one still semi-sober, began to protest. "nat, maybe you should-"

"it's fiiine, brucie." she waved him off, leaning into the cushioned couch. suddenly, she perked back up. "oh! another funny story, when i was out on a mission with another girl, we got drunk. i- i kissed her, and... it was on purpose, that time. before, we would have to kiss and stuff as part of the act, but with lyubov i wanted it."

"and stuff?" clint noted with concern. the archer had been the first to down 2 consecutive drinks, and also the first to lead a game of drunk pictionary, but now he seemed dead serious.

tony was 90% drunk himself, but even he was beginning to get worried about nat.

natasha smiled demurely, seemingly oblivious.

"how old were you?" tony blurted.

she thought about it for a while. "fourteen.” she began singing. “you just don't step inside to, to fourteen years. ha. that song was playing earlier." she made finger guns, pretending to shoot at tony while grinning. "guns n roses."

suddenly (and thankfully) maria walked in. natasha immediately greeted her girlfriend, demanding a kiss. maria complied, although it was chaste, and pulled away when nat tried to deepen it.

"what did you boys do to my girlfriend?" maria asked. "stark, i'm talking to you."

tony cringed. "i may have.. spiked the booze."

she narrowed her eyes. tony was prepared to kiss life goodbye then and there, but natasha sat up and hugged maria, awkwardly given their position. she looked down softly at her girlfriend, before giving tony another glare.

"i'm taking her back to our room," maria announced. "and i am never leaving her alone with you lot ever again."

“that's fair,” echoed steve softly.

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

Ideas for gally fics

Pls use them as you please and tag me if you can, im dislectic and english is not my first language so i really cant write but i love to read them - im new to the fandom so pls send help send love and send nud-

- gally and you are together for some time, you didnt announce it but everybody knew. That day u noticed that boys are smirking in your direction all day, joking under their noses and then looking away. First u tried to ignore it, but one time u catch one of the gladers after looking at you, looking in the direction you knew well - builders working station. And then you saw him… gally, choping wood without a shirt. It wasnt anything new, but when he turn around so u could see all his back you felt as your face started to become red end hot from embarasment. On his back were very visiable still fresh red scraches from last night you spent togheter… and everybody saw them. And something about y/n going to tell him to cover up but he started smirking liking that other boys could see them

- i would love to read gally pov or third pov idk about moments after y/n and thomas with boys left glade to search for exit, when he stayd but couldnt imagine to live without y/n something like i watchd them leave, watchd her leave but i was just standing there looking at the doors i dont know how long hoping for dont know what. Others who stayd with me started working organazing cleaning anything just to do something but i couldnt, i was just standing there. But when i heard screams, my body moved without thinking, just bolted straight through the doors, through the maze. I felt pain in my legs in my lungs in my stomatch.. but the worst pain i felt in my heart with every scream i heard. I didnt know where i was going but i had to find her to tell her im sorry, that i love her, that i want to be with her forever And then he saw a griever got stung and the rest everybody knows

- i love true or dare in glade fics y/n was sunshine of the glade, everybody loved her, some like friend but some more. She was always smiling and laughing, she was warm to anyone and would help anyone in glade. So ofc even the most grupmy gally fell for her. One time on bonfire night some gladers were playing true or dare, small group of friend - y/n, newt, fry, winston, zart, clint, jeff and minho who came up with the idea of playing. Others either were already asleep or were watching ring, in witch gally was curently fighting Ben. After some time of playing it was minho turn „y/n true or dare” he said looking at y/n. „Dare” she said with wide smile, „I dare you to choose i person from our group to kiss” minho said with a smirk on his lips. Y/n was stunt for a sec but then she said „you didnt presice from witch group i can choose soooo in reality i can choose from all group of gladers?” She knew what he meant, he wanted her to choose from players of the game but there was only one boy she wanted to kiss so if she have to bend the rules a little bit so be it. Before Minho could object y/n was already walking toward the ring. „Gally can you come over for a sec?” y/n said looking at the builder who just won a fight. „Yeah, whats up?” he said trying not to look to happy that she was talking to him. When he came over to stand in front of her she said „can you bend over a little?”. He gave her questioning look, but he was a lot taller than her so he did as she askd. Just as his face was just centimeters from her she said almost wispering „i hope you wont be angry at me”. „Why would I-„ but before he could finish she stood on her toes to close the gap between them and then kissed him. And here i see two endings, 1. She said to him it was dare but that she likes him and always wanted to kiss him, he is happy so happy he hugs her swirl around and the live happy ever after, 2. She said to him it was a dare but before she could explain to him that SHE choose him bc she likes him he gets mad, he asumes that was some sort of a joke kiss the grupmy and then lough at him he screams at her, she cries then he leaves, some time later someone help him realize what really happen and he tries to apology to her, he says to her hat he always liked her but he is insecure, she forgive him, then they kiss again and live happy ever after

- last one and here i put warning: torture and suicide Its like at the end of Scotch trials (movies) when wicked takes minho but they take y/n instead or they take both idk, they dont put her with everyone else but with berg the fly her straight to last city and starts experiments on her right away. When she expirence the tortures of seeing deaths of her friends day after day after day she was capable to find a „loop hole” in simulation, just sec after they put her in state of halucination, just before she was about to see another death she would commit suicide which would crash simulation. But wicked still tried every day for months, so all this time every day she would commit suicide in all sorta of ways. And here i would see gally with his new group being caught by wicked or something like that, he would be transporter to cells by guards and when they pass someone olso being transported by guards he could not believe, it was… her. But she looked like ghost of herself and it broke his heart. Then i would put some history how the escape with someone help and how gally rescured her. But at base they wouldn’t just have happy ending together. She was destroyed by months of killing herself… and because simulations were so real to her she would constantly have panic attacks that she still in lab and tried to kill herself to stop simulation. And only Gally would calm her down. after two or three months Thomas and others would come and story would continue

It’s my first time writing anything in english so dont hate

[quietlyimplode]

here again now

Warnings: violence/aftermath of torture/recovery

Word Count: 6.9k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha is captured, tortured and left with insomnia. (Part 4/4)

(pls note that the fic starts below and finishes on ao3 - i know how annoying it is to start on one platform only to have it finish on another)

A/N: another long chapter but also the end - Natasha finds old coping mechanisms, the boys are sweet (and idiots) and the reminder that there’s always some hope.

This ends black widow fest - for those that joined in and played the ask game thank you; it’s always fun. I’ll do one more round as a bonus round as some asks came through afterwards.

Not re-read my mistakes are my own <3

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London is colder than Natasha remembers.

She wakes up violently, her body reacting with panic and anger.

Breathing heavily, she has no context for how long they’ve kept her asleep for this time.

Blood pools in her mouth as she bites her cheek hard.

She tries to get her breathing under control.

The chill in the room, makes her shiver and she wonders if it’s a side effect of the drugs.

She feels angry with herself.

Drugs is something she’s never relied on, but now it seems it’s all she’s got.

Since killing Sofya, they’ve sedated her two more times with her permission, and she’s starting to think that it’s the only way she’ll ever get rest.

Sometimes, she thinks, they should just keep her sedated.

Tony walks in, and she frowns.

He’s shaved his head.

Clint follows and his is shaved too.

“How long was I gone for?”

She stares at them confused and her hand comes up to her own shaved head.

It’s grown over the last two weeks.

Still stubbly, it itches like crazy.

“What have you done?”

Clint is first to saunter over, and lays next to her on the bed.

Tentatively, she reaches over and he takes her hand to rub his head.

So self conscious of her own hair, she can’t believe that they would both do the same.

Tony holds out his phone and sits on the lounge chair nearby.

“Bruce and Steve too.”

The picture of the two boys together with shaved heads makes her emotional. Their smiles and the way their hugging each other makes her swallow down emotion.

She knows she could blame the drugs, but if she’s honest with herself, the fact that they’ve done this for her, makes her feel.

Natasha doesn’t know what to do with the feelings. It feels like they stir around inside and threaten to break free.

Clint puts his hand over hers and encourages her to keep going with touching his head.

She lets the tears fall silently but it’s good tears.

Anger follows in how weak she is being.

This is not a big deal.

She’s survived so much worse.

“How long have I been asleep for?” she asks shakily.

Clint purses his lips.

“Just over 18 hours.”

She nods, her body tired and stiff.

She feels as though there’s mud in her brain and she’s wading through it to for cognitive thought.

“How are you feeling?” Tony ask awkwardly.

“Are Bruce and Steve coming here?”

Tony nods, understanding not to push the feeling question.

“I’ve sent them the jet. They’d like to see you.”

Natasha feels herself prickle.

“Breakfast?” Clint offers.

Getting up slowly, she completes her morning routine, showering, going to the gym, eating with Clint and Tony.

She can’t stop staring at their hair, or lack there of.

Clint notices and smiles, sipping his coffee the. Offering her the same.

“They’ll be here this afternoon,” Tony announces, looking at his phone.

“Steve has some things he wanted to discuss with you, Nat. Something about a gun runner?”

It’s felt so long since she worked.

So long since she did something that mattered.

Steve coming felt like she had a purpose, that this; whatever this was, could just be a short chapter of self pity and wallowing, and that it could be easily forgotten.

It brings strings of hope and she nods to Tony.

“Send me whatever information you have,” she offers, “I think I’d like to do some work.”

Clint nods and smiles approvingly. It’s better, she supposes, than the nothingness that’s filled their days and the worry that has permeated like oppressive gas.

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She finds Clint in the library.

He shuts his laptop as she enters and he looks up to her and smiles.

“What were you looking at?” she asks curiously.

“Nothing really.”

She plonks herself down on the large couch and yawns.

For most of the day she can push through the day, but it’s the night that scares her.

She used to love the open hours over the evening, where the world seemed quieter and everyone had gone to sleep. It was like the world was her own.

Now, it felt tainted by something she knew she had to do but couldn’t attain.

“I wanted to ask you something,” she asks.

He looks at her curiously, allowing her to continue.

In that moment, Steve and Bruce come through the door.

Her smile is genuine.

She hugs both of them and invites them to sit down.

Clint looks at the two men, and sends a message to Tony to let him know they’ve arrived.

It’s like old times.

Even though Thor isn’t there, Clint feels like it’s the ending to a big mission.

Pizza and drinks and snacks line the tables in the library. They tell jokes and laugh and no one touches on the elephant in the room.

Clint wonders what Natasha wanted to ask.

At 2am, Steve yawns and Bruce follows suit, and they tell of their long day.

Natasha looks sad as they leave but Clint doesn’t think it’s because they’re going.

She knows what should happen next, but he doubts she’s there yet.

Tony leaves next, a smile and small wave as he saunters off.

Left alone, Clint looks over and pulls Natasha into a hug.

“What do you want to do?”

He feels her shrug against him.

“Do you want to try and fall asleep without anything?”

Natasha shrugs again.

It feels like such a sensitive subject. He doesn’t want to have to always ask and he’s sure she doesn’t want to have to explicitly say.

“I don’t think it will work.”

Clint nods.

“Go shower, I’ll get the room set up.”

Natasha sighs heavily, offers him her hand and helps him up too.

He looks so tired.

It’s her fault.

She should be over this, done and recovered.

Her body is fine, but mentally, she can’t sleep.

It takes all of her energy to get through the day and then, even when she is tired there was no reprieve.

The shower helps to calm her body and when they arrive in the room she finds it warm and new bed sheets covering it.

“We just have to try,” he comments, as she closes the door.

“If it works for a short time, we can build on that.”

“And if it doesn’t work at all?”

He shrugs, “well I guess that tells us something too.”

Natasha climbs into bed, trying not to feel the apprehension and fear that invades her mind.

Even with the threat gone, she feels it was too easy, that they’ll take him, kill him, just like she did to Sofya’s husband.

“Don’t leave,” she murmurs.

“I won’t,” he replies.

“How can I help?”

Natasha doesn’t know.

Her idea, was not this.

Her idea maybe would have put him offside, so maybe he was right. To try this and see if it had any merit.

“Read to me.”

Clint smiles and climbs in next to her.

“I’ve been reading Percy Jackson, will that do?”

Natasha settles in, peeking at the clock. It’s just after 4am.

“Sounds good,” she whispers, listening to his heart beat.

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Continued …

[book-place]

Home for Christmas

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Can I pls order an avengers x reader? They missed Christmas due to a mission they had to go on last minute. When they came back the day after Christmas, the avengers planned a movie night for when you returned. So you all watched some movies and somehow got stuck in a cuddle pile on the 2nd movie. You mainly just sat still while watching the movie and listening to some of them argue (Bucky and Sam)

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: Your team surprised you after a long mission away

A/N: Welcome to day 7 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The elevator just couldn’t go fast enough.

You were rocking back and forth on your heels and drumming your fingers against the side of your leg in anticipation as you bit down on your lip.

What was only less than a minute, had felt like an eternity for you in that elevator.

You had been away on a last mission for about a week by yourself, only your specific skill set needed for it, so you had to leave your team behind and ended up missing Christmas.

It devastated all of you for you not to be able to spend it with together, or even be able to call due to the seriousness of the mission.

Of course, you had reassured them though, that it was alright and to not pause any of the festivities like they wanted until you got back, not wanting to ruin the holiday for them.

When the doors finally did slide open, you practically jumped out, only to be tackled to the floor by a swarm of bodies.

“Y/n!” Your entire team cheered as they greeted you with a large hug and even larger grins.

Your mouth gaped a little bit as you looked around you at all of the decorations that they had put up in your absence, and all of the presents that had been left untouched under the tree.

“What is…” You were at a loss for words as Steve helped you stand up.

“We know you told us not to,” Nat said with a teasing smile.

“But we decided to wait to have Christmas until you got back!” Tony announced proudly, standing with his hands on his hips as if it were his brilliant idea.

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully, “Don’t let him fool you, n/n, it was the twins' ideas.”

Wanda and Peitro each gave you a wink and a wave from off to the side as a way to confirm the man’s words.

Your eyes began tearing up slightly at the sheer kindness of it all, “Guys, you didn’t have to…”

“Of course we did!” Thor called bouncing up and down excitedly like a child.

“We couldn’t have Christmas without you, n/n!” Sam added from the couch.

“Let’s get this party started!” Clint cheered with a grin, coming around to swing an arm over your shoulder.

You laughed and allowed the man to lead you over to the tree where everyone had begun to pass out their gifts to one another, and you got right to work as well.

“I love Christmas!” Thor shouted excitedly as he looked at the wrapped box you had handed him with eyes that held nothing but joy and pure excitement.

You all laughed again at his words and continued to pass out your carefully planned out presents that may or may not have taken all of you at least three months to pick out.

When that was finished and everyone was practically bursting at the seams with gratitude for what they had gotten, Bruce and Tony quickly ushered all of you into the dining room, where a feast fit to feed an entire army sat. But you all knew that it wouldn’t take much for it all to be devoured within seconds by the team.

So the celebration continued as everyone ate, shared stories, and laughed to their heart's content.

“And then…” You trailed off because you couldn’t fit any words in between laughs, “And then he just disappeared!”

All at once, fits of giggles exploded from the room, practically shaking the walls with how loud and booming it was from everyone.

You couldn’t help but look around at your team- your family- with a soft smile, because you never could have asked for better people to be sharing the holidays with.

Once all of your plates had been cleared, Pietro had excitedly jumped up and exclaimed, “Movie time!”

You all chatted happily as you made your way to the movie room/ theater that Tony had installed for moments like this.

You all took your seats, you between Nat and Wanda, as the control screen popped up and Tony began scrolling through movie ideas.

“Elf?” He questioned.

“Yes!” Sam called.

“No!” Bucky responded at the same time.

The two glared at each other as Steve ran a hand down his face with a sigh from in between them.

“Home Alone?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

It happened again and you all rolled your eyes, “How about someone else decides?” Bruce asked tirdley, slumping back into his seat.

“Let’s just watch Christmas Vacation!” You exclaimed from your seat, wanting to put an end to their bickering already.

This time, both the men agreed and everyone was finally able to settle back and enjoy the film.

There was, of course, the occasional, “Get your hand away from me” and “I swear to god, I will feed you to pigeons” from the two of them, but that was to be expected.

All in all, you had just the day you needed after the mission that had taken away your holiday, and you had a team that cared for you very much. So much, that they had planned this entire day for you and made sure it had gone perfect.

Which it did.

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The Hedgehog's Dilemma/The Parker Dilemma

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57463501 by Mantis_Shimpish A group of Hedgehog's seek the warmth of each other through cold winter nights, but cannot risk getting too close to avoid hurting each other on their spikes. Penny used to seek the comfort of others, but has been hurt time and time again. She used to be an orphan, an experiment, a mentee, a hero, and a prisoner. By her fifteenth birthday, she's decided that it's not worth trying again. She has plans to clock out early, and reunite with all that she's lost. But it seems life would have other plans for our young hero. This is her story of resilience, loss, healing, and finding companionship in the most unexpected places. TLDR: Being a fifteen-year-old girl is hard in itself, but try balancing godly superpowers and an internship with a world famous scientist at the same time. Words: 1677, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Kate Bishop, Eli Bradley, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn, Ned Leeds, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thaddeus Ross, Nick Fury, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) (mentioned), Uncle Ben Parker (Marvel) Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, ... eventually, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Bruce Banner & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker (Past), Peter Parker & Original Male Character (Past), Uncle Ben Parker & Peter Parker (Past), Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Medical Torture, Trauma, Peter Parker has PTSD, military torture, Female Peter Parker, Hurt/very little comfort, Healing, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Hurt Peter Parker, Self-Harm, Bruce Banner Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, ... why do I always do this story?, writer has questionable mental health, aka she wrote this through a possible manic episode, read if you dare, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter is Penny, BAMF Peter Parker, Teen Romance, eventally, she has to get over trauma first, Not Beta Read, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, I swear guys just lemme cook, LEMME COOK 🗣️🔥, Possible Body horror warning?, ah why not I'll toss it into the growing list of issues this fic tackles, Body Horror, I'll give better content warnings for the start of each chapter ;), Mental Health Issues, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker-centric, Angst with a Happy Ending, a mixed bag of good and bad parental figures, radiation poisoning, It's like... oryx and crake level medical horror, mixed with a teenage coming of age supa hero redemption arc story, Guy's pls suggest tags I haven't published a long work since da cobid-19 read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57463501

[vjestyca]

"Wanda is dead." The words don't make a lick of sense. Clint stares at Natasha like she's been speaking to him in Russian and like he doesn't have his hearing aids in. But she's speaking English and his aids are working fine. "No, she's not." He presses his lips into a thin line as tears well up in his eyes. "She's not dead," he says, his voice getting louder, his fists clenching tightly. Natasha puts her hand on his arm and Clint collapses into her arms. "No, not Wanda." - deadpoolxandxfriends

@deadpoolxandxfriends | meme. ]

[lokidokieokie]

Tony Was Wrong.

Ahhh my first request!

Request: I really like this make more pls maybe where Tony’s sister comes back after years and meets dr. strange and they warm up to each other and later confess 

Pairing: Stark!Reader x Dr. Stephen Strange 

Warning: Slight use of language (nothing to bad really)

If there was one thing you absolutely hated about working for SHIELD, it was the fact that they loved to put you on undercover op missions.

This time you were tasked to go in, capture the bad guy, and get out. Simple really. “It will be quick,” they said; “In and out mission; a week tops,” they said...well, they were wrong. That conversation with Patchy took place two years ago.

Yep, that’s right...two years ago. “It will be quick,” my ass. Patchy will get a stern talking to about this.

At least you were done now. You did what every superhero does: caught the bad guy (who happened to be an old, bald Hydra dude) and saved the day. Woohoo! Time to go home to your annoying brother and the band of misfits.

After a stern talking to with Patchy over what his idea of quick is, you finally made your way to the Tower. 

Walking in through the doors like you own the place, you enter the elevator with one thing on your mind. Making an entrance. It had been two years after all. 

The elevator doors opened, and with a flick of your hair you spoke, “I’m back sweeties, and, I’m taking autographs.” 

Entrance was a success. But before you knew it, you were tackled to the ground, your back now on the floor. 

“You backstabbing, two-faced bitch!” That was not the welcome home you were expecting. 

Tony hugged you (much to the surprise of everyone) and whined, “You didn’t tell me you were coming home! I missed your annoying ass!” 

You giggled, “Have you heard of something called a surprise?” He groaned. 

“And I missed you too, you big dork.” 

You both stood up and turned back to face the group. You pointed to the spot in front of you, “The line for autographs starts here.” 

Everyone came running over, your quip about autographs seemingly forgotten. You don’t think you’ve ever received that many hugs in your life. 

After squeezing the life out of you, you relocated to the very comfortable couches in the common room, and began to retell your very boring mission in an extremely dramatised way; much to the amusement of everyone. 

“So, I know that this is a stupid question because I wasn’t here, but did anything exciting happen while I was gone?” 

Everyone just shrugged. “We found this magician guy over on Bleecker St. Goes by Strange. He’s nothing special, not worth your time.”

Big brother mode activated. You’d forgotten how overprotective he was. No one was good enough for you according to Tony. 

You frowned then grumbled, “You’ll never find someone worth my time.”

Tony just sighed, exhausted over starting this conversation again. You wiggled your way over to Natasha and put your head on her shoulder. 

She just pushed her fingers through your hair and whispered, “You’ll find someone one day, Y/n.” 

You sighed and began day-dreaming about one day. If only you knew how close one day would be.

You had been back at the tower for a while at this point, and nothing exciting had happened...at all. No missions, no pranks, Clint and Tony hadn’t been idiots. 

It was safe to say that you were extremely bored. 

So you can only imagine your reaction when gold sparks just randomly popped up in the common area. 

You quickly jumped up onto the coffee table and drew your gun, pointing it at the weird sparkles. “What is that?”

Tony just yawned, “It’s the magic man.”

“It’s Master of the Mystic Arts, douchebag.”

That was a new voice. It was deep, sultry, delicious...sexy. That voice could make you do things; very, very bad things. 

“To what do we owe the pleasure, oh mighty one?” The man just rolled his eyes. 

“The Sanctum was destroyed during a battle, and someone needs to stay in New York while it’s being fixed, hence why I’m here.”

Tony began walking out of the room, “Yeah, yeah, take whatever room you want.” 

You rolled your eyes and huffed, “I apologise for my brother.”

The man jumped. “I did not know you were there.” You just laughed. 

“The pros of being an undercover SHIELD agent.” 

He smiled, “I’m assuming you’re the reasonable Stark sibling, then?” 

You nodded your head, “Y/n Stark, the better Stark sibling, at your service.” 

He laughed. A nice, smooth baritone laugh. Sweet baby Jesus that laugh sounded like angels singing at the gates of heaven. You’d be avidly trying to get him to laugh during his stay at the Tower, that’s for sure. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by a yellow glove and his baritone voice. “I’m Stephen Strange.” 

You shook his hand. This was going to be an interesting few weeks. 

Over the next few days, you kept running into Stephen around the Tower, and acting like a blubbering mess. 

Like, there was this one time...

It was just your typical day at the Tower. Everyone was doing their own thing, and you were lounging on the couch, watching your favourite TV show, Sherlock.

If that man was real, you’d be all over him. Those sharp cheekbones that could probably cut through glass, his curly hair that seemed so fun to run your hands through-

“Am I seeing things or does that look like Strange?” Of course Tony would interrupt your ‘me’ time.

“I don’t see it.” You grumbled. All you wanted was to watch your favourite show in peace, without the commentary from your brother.  

“Yo guys, come here for a minute!” And ‘me’ time over, thanks Tony. 

Everyone was now seated on the couches around you, much to your disdain, and avidly staring at the screen. “Now does that look like the Bleecker Street magician or not?” 

A round of “yes” and “that’s creepy” were heard. You groaned, “It doesn’t look like him!” 

“Why doesn’t it?”

“For starters, Sherlock has curly hair, whereas Stephen has those two adorable grey streaks on either side-”

“So Strange’s streaks are adorable, huh?” Nat interrupted. 

You blushed, “I didn’t mean to say that.” 

“Well, that’s a first.” You had never spun that fast in your life. 

“H-hi Stephen,” you squeaked. All he did was laugh. 

Then, there was that time the cloak pushed you together. 

It was late, probably around 1am, and you were trying to navigate your way around the Tower in the dark. What? You were considerate to those who were asleep.  

Somehow you managed to stumble into the common area and walk straight into someone. However, just as you were about to hit the ground, someone (more like something) caught you, and pulled you back up. 

“Thank you-” You stopped. You didn’t expect to see the face of the Sorcerer Supreme so up-close...and God help you he looked even more delicious in the moonlight.

“I really didn’t do anything, it was all the cloak.” You chuckled. 

“Well then, thank you, Cloaky.” It seemed to preen under the praise and pulled you closer to Stephen. 

“Umm...” Of course this would be the time you became awkward. Why wouldn’t you lose comprehension of the world around you when you’re squished next to the sexiest man alive?

A blush made it up your cheeks as you felt Stephen’s hot breath on your face. “I’m sorry, Y/n. He’s not normally like this.” 

You smiled sheepishly, “T-that’s alright. No harm done.” 

No matter how hard you both tried (even though you were slightly reluctant to do so), the cloak refused to budge. 

“Looks like we’re stuck like this.” Your breath hitched. 

“To the couch?” He suggested. 

With a slight nod of your head, you both made your way (quite slowly) to the couch, and talked until you both fell asleep. 

It was safe to say that the team found you wrapped in Stephen’s arms the next morning snuggled up together, with the cloak nowhere to be seen. 

It was as if the universe was amused by you being a blubbering mess around him, and kept pushing you together because of it. 

But you didn’t mind it really, it brought the two of you closer together...and it was safe to say that you now have a crush on the ex-neurosurgeon. 

Not that you’d ever tell him that, of course. You’ve only known him for a few days. So all you could do was enjoy it while it lasts...

Alas, Stephen’s time at the Tower was now coming to an end. The Sanctum had miraculously been fixed and he had to return to his duties, much to your chagrin, of course. 

Opening a portal, he turned to the group of badass Avengers. 

“Stark, thank you for letting me stay here.” 

Stark nodded his head, “It was no problem.” 

He turned to you and winked, “I’ll see you around.” And with that, he stepped through the portal, closing it behind him. 

You were really going to miss him and his dreamy eyes. 

Just as you were about to leave, you felt something appear in your hand. 

Friday night, 7pm, Eleven Madison Park. I’ll be the one with the adorable grey streaks. ~ S.S

You smiled. Maybe someone was worth your time after-all. 

Tony was just going to have to get used to the fact that he was wrong. 

My laptop decided to die and I hadn’t saved this yet...had to rewrite everything. :( 

Probably not my best work, but oh well. 

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[ynscrazylife]

Could I pls ask for a “being Peter parker’s younger sister / the youngest avenger would include...”, i know you’d do it so lovely :,)

Being Peter Parker’s Younger Sister and an Avenger Would Include . . .

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The Snap both ruined your life and saved it.

After it, you were devastated, having lost both your older brother and aunt.

You were just a kid and were lost, so when Black Widow showed up at your door, having done some digging and finding out that Spider-Man was your brother, you were in shock, confused yet relieved.

Natasha was exceptionally kind, sitting down and talking with you. You were baffled to find out that Peter had been Spider-Man and accepted her offer to live in the tower.

Moving in, Natasha and Steve made you feel at home and comforted you.

You slowly began to heal and bonded with the Avengers team that Natasha led: Rhodey, Carol, Rocket, and Okoye. They quickly became like family to you.

They told you stories about the Avengers and other superheroes that you practically ate up. You were fascinated by Natasha’s stories on her and Clint’s S.H.I.E.L.D. missions and loved hearing about Carol’s adventurers in space.

During those five years, the Avengers trained you, wanting you to be ready in case of any danger. You got pretty good at combat and begged them to let you join the team, but since you were a kid, they denied.

However, when you heard that there was a chance to bring those who lost their lives back, you fought with the team to allow you to help. Eventually they gave in, seeing as you could bring back your family.

You went along with Natasha to recruit Clint and on the way back, he became very fond of you. You then went with all of them to recruit Tony, and seeing you as Peter’s sister convinced him to re-join the team.

He told you about your brothers’ superhero adventurers and you told him about your brother as a teen. You also met Pepper and Morgan, both of whom adored you. You’d end up babysitting Morgan sometimes.

Safe to say, you were extremely excited to become a superhero and an Avenger, along with bringing back everyone.

You were also happy to meet more superheroes: such as Hulk and Ant-Man.

(You were a big fan of Ant-Man, to Scott’s delight.)

The prospect of traveling through the Quantum Realm terrified you and excited you at the same time. You helped the Avengers get the stones. No one died.

In the battle against Thanos, all the Avengers kept an eye out on you on the field. They knew you were capable, but still worried for you for you were the youngest.

When Peter returned to see his little sister kicking ass, he was shocked. Very proud. Very worried. However he soon jumped into his own fight, not wanting to distract you.

After, though, Peter nearly tackled you to the ground with his hug. You laughed and hugged him tightly, the happiest teen on the planet. Although, you were still a year or two younger than him.

The entire him went back to the tower and explained the last five years to Peter, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda. Peter was fascinated to hear your stories, with all the Avengers praising you highly.

You quickly bonded with Sam, Bucky, and Wanda. Wanda became like an older sister to you and Sam and Bucky were your fun uncles. Coincidentally, they always competed against each other to be your favorite. You found it hilarious, though, and never favored one over the other.

When you and Peter reunited with Aunt May, she was honestly exasperated to have both of you being superheroes. But she lightened up, extremely happy to see both of you safe and thriving.

You continued to go on missions with the Avengers, even snuck off to help Bucky and Sam with their mission. You unexpectedly arrived and saved the man’s life that John Walker had just been about to take, but got hurt by him in the process.

Bucky and Sam were enraged to see you hurt. Sam quickly picked you up and got you out of danger while Bucky handled Walker. He treated your injuries the best he could and when Bucky returned, they took you back to the tower and called Natasha on the way. She was very worried, as was everyone else, and they scrambled to prepare the tower for your arrival, with the best doctors they could get.

Bucky and Sam arrived in hours. By that time, you were still unconscious, terrifying everyone. They got you into medical and all sat around waiting, no one leaving except for coffee runs. They practically hounded for doctors for updates on you, and when it was announced that you were stable, they let out a collective sigh of relief.

They all crowded in your room, Aunt May and Peter by your side. Everyone else, especially Natasha and Steve, were close by. While they waited for you to wake up, Bucky and Sam told the story of what had happened. When they got to the point of what Walker did, it effectively enraged everyone. They vowed to find and arrest Walker, getting revenge for what he did.

When you woke up, everyone went into overprotective, mother hen mode. They barely let you lift a finger. Wanda made sure you took your necessary medicine, someone always carried you to wherever you needed to go, and Steve made sure that you changed your bandages properly.

For the next couple weeks, they took care of you. You were happy and grateful for that, having missed your entire family being in one place together.

As you recovered, you slowly got back into being a superhero. You, Bruce, and Tony worked on a new suit for you and Steve and Natasha trained you. Meanwhile, you remote controlled Sam’s robots with Bucky, and begged Wanda to show you her powers.

You were the glue that held the team together, and being the youngest only added to it. They adored you and you adored them. They truly were family.

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[ashdreams2023]

hcs for dating kate bishop? :D preferably gender neutral reader pls :,)

Dating Kate bishop headcanons

Well for starts if she finds out where you work expect her dropping by your job more than once, especially if it’s in an open place

"You come here often?" "Idk I guess so since I work here!"

Pizza dates late at night with her dog laying on both of you

Lots of bruises and cuts, keep the first ad close

Blasting music in your apartment to dance off all the adrenaline left in her body

Likes to bring you stuff all the time, like even the littlest thing like a nice keychain with a character you like

She talks about her and Clint’s training and work

She wants to take you with her but it’s too dangerous as it is

You’ve had your window fixed about six times when she first started crashing in

You end up giving her a spare key 

She has a favorite arrow with your letters on it, only uses it last because it’s special

There is many nights where you both just fall asleep on the sofa with the tv still playing

Goes for a hug always if she dealt with a life threatening situation before coming back to you

"Damn that was scary, glad to be back now"

You pet sit a lot of the time and you’re pretty sure he likes more then her by that point

"You reek…" "sorry me for not smelling like lavender after losing so much blood"

She loves to cuddle though, you’re the big spoon btw

[x-reader-writer]

Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! idk if i can request but imma do it anyway: headcanons for the reader going on her first solo mission and the whole team (esp her bf Peter) is like worried and constantly checking in and she’s like “bro chill”

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i couldn’t decide which ask to do first so i rolled a dice to decide for me lol nothing better than enjoying a headcanon with a flair of random. next time i’m going to consult an oracle. enjoy x

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y/n’s first solo mission

it’s y/n’s first time going on a mission by herself and the avengers are having a communal panic attack

bucky is really anxious for her but would never admit it so he uses every chance he gets to sneak in some extra training

y/n tries to go to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice and bucky slams the fridge door while giving her the Stare™

“…what are you doing” “i need you to hit the floor, army crawl, hang on right, and then you can get some juice”

peter thinks bucky’s method is Efficient and Effective and adapts it as well

he shows y/n all kinds of moves, completely neglecting the fact that her fighting style is Stab Stab Boink

whereas his fighting style is gymnast with olympic gold spends friday night in bouncy castle

peter gets frustrated because y/n doesn’t take the somersaults as seriously as she should

“y/n i need you to focus!! this is important!!!!” “to do what? back flip over the enemy?” *scoffs* “yes” *back flips away*

rhodey gives her a list of things to do in case of emergencies and it’s long. it’s literally the apple terms of service agreement

steve has done about a hundred briefings already but y/n still wakes up in the middle of the night to peter screaming bloody murder next to her

it’s bc steve is standing in the middle of the room with a whiteboard and a 20 slides presentation

y/n just walks up to him, grabs the cap of his markers and throws it out the window, leaving his markers to dry out

steve looks at her in disbelief and deadpans, “some people just want to see the world burn”

the day y/n leaves, bruce shows up with knee pads and a helmet that both look like he got them from the kids’ section

he’s just standing there like “pLs don’t hand in your two weeks’ notice, i’m doing this in the name of LOVE”🧍‍♂‍

tony stumbles into the room with sam and bucky in tow and it’s clear that tony is slightly tipsy when he crushes y/n into a big bear hug

y/n, whispering: “what did you two do?”

sam: “saved your reputation. he wanted to turn you into a bubble wrap burrito”

wanda hugs y/n and makes her promise to stay safe while vision smuggles first aid kits into the jet, easter-egg-style

thor approaches y/n next and he awkwardly hands her a brown bag that contains popsicles and a small ribboned box with a green glitter bracelet in it

the note says, “so you remember me when you die. -loki”

y/n’s heart MELTS

the mission itself isn’t even dangerous and it’s honestly easily done if it weren’t for the 300 people talking in her comm

peter keeps checking in on her and blurts out compliments like being a motivational speaker is his life mission

the compliments just keep getting increasingly weirder bc he’s running out of things to say

“woah angel don’t think i didn’t see that little hop you just did there! magnificent technique!! OUTSTANDING!!!”

y/n turns off her comm but peter simply switches to texting. she blocks him

steve keeps sending her very obscure and oddly specific facts about ducks in an attempt to make y/n respond

she blocks him as well and buys a duck plushie on amazon

y/n is strapped in a harness, being the quietest she’s ever been, when tony hacks into her suit and BLASTS mission impossible through her comm

it proves itself successful tho bc y/n turns on her comm and cusses him out

(the team is relieved)

nat and clint are hiding in the vents and spying on her

they think they’re being slick considering they’re professional Totally Spies™ but y/n knows and now she’s being intentionally careless to irritate them

y/n’s casually strolling down the hall, munching on those popsicles thor gave her when she hears nat hiss, “what is she doing?!”

a few seconds later, she hears them arguing over what they should do and it’s so hard not to laugh

“she’s being reckless, go attack her” “what?” “just do it. but don’t hurt her” “what do you want me to do? tickle her??” “no? thumb war”

(y/n chokes on her popsicle)

she leaves, rounds the corner, and walks straight into sam and bucky who are just? standing there? unmoving?

they’re just hoping that y/n might not see them if they stay still long enough

y/n: “what are you two doing here?!”

them, glancing at the battered food truck across the street that sells oysters and chicken wings: “uh- brunching?”

y/n: “...rats eat better than both of you if this is where you brunch”

but y/n’s done with the mission anyway so they end up getting sodas and a bucket of wings

the latter they use to lure nat and clint out of the vents

they’re sitting in the jet when y/n’s bracelet suddenly slips off and GLOWS

then it goes poof and loki’s standing right in front of them

they’re all gaping at him and loki tries SO hard to act ~cool~ but y/n is just grinning like a fool with tears brimming her eyes

loki, shrugging and staring at the ceiling: “just had to make sure you’re all right. hand me a wing”

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stay hydrated <3

hc masterlist

[rendevousz]

mum?

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

avengers x reader

req by @teenwonder ; i absolutely love the entire teams adoration for reader skfksngnsf its so cute! could i please request one a little more nat based? maybe r treats and loves nat like a mom but nat hadn’t noticed that before, and the whole team is like listing examples of how and why 🥺🥺🥺

summary: the four times you needed nat and the one time she admits that she needed you too.

warnings: blood, a random attack out of nowhere because i'm not creative, inaccurate writing of medical situations because i have no idea how those things work, also let's just pretend bruce was around during iron man 2 when tony still had palladium in his arc reactor, also inaccurate descriptions of palladium effects bcs i just...don't know much about palladium pls forgive me thanks, and idk any hospitals in new york/manhattan or even the states LMAO so uh bear with this, and last but not least, my inability to write good endings

word count: 5426

notes: that's a long ass warning nevertheless pls do enjoy this fic <3

"i'm going now, bye!" you bid the team who were having breakfast together, walking out of the common area.

"bye, cupcake! don't get into trouble, don't do what i'd do and definitely don't do what i wouldn't do." tony advised and you rolled your eyes because tony says that to you every morning before you leave for school.

"wait, don't forget your lunch!" nat stands up from her seat and grabs your lunch that she had packed, from the kitchen island, bringing it over to you. "thanks, nat!" you grabbed it, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

nat smiles at the action, turning around to walk back to her spot on the table, only to find the team staring back at her with knowing looks.

"what?"

"you know, you only need to sign a couple papers and the kid's all yours." tony states matter-of-factly. nat snaps her head towards the man, an incredulous look on her face. "what are you talking about?"

"we all see the longing looks on both your faces. she's dying for you to call her your daughter and you, her mother." clint explains and the others nodded in agreement.

"that's nonsense. she has wanda too," nat reasons, sitting back down. "i'm pretty sure she sees wanda as a sister considering how much she drags wanda with her whenever she's causing trouble around the tower." steve raises his brows at the redhead who was in denial.

"she sees you as her mother, nat. just accept it," wanda tells her, taking a sip from her glass. "really? name me one time she showed it." nat challenges them, not knowing that they've been watching your interactions with her for the longest time.

"you have no idea what you just got yourself into, romanoff," clint chuckles, cracking his neck and knuckles as if preparing for a fight.

"remember new mexico?" he smirks and nat only frowns, trying to remember.

i.

"no!" you screamed, dropping down to the ground. you didn't care that you scraped your knees doing that, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of grief engulfing your whole being. tears streamed down your face as you looked at the debris on the ground, the remainder of what used to be standing in front of you; a building. blown up, now in ruins.

clint, bucky and steve watched you break down in front of them, their hearts breaking at the sight in front of them as well as the fact that their teammate had been caught up in the middle of the explosion.

"y/n/n? come on, tony's team called for back up. we gotta go," steve tried to get you to stand up, failing when you kept your ground. you screamed when he tried again and their hearts clenched at the heartbreaking sound.

"we can't just leave her! please, we have to find her," you cried, clinging onto steve's body as he ran his hand up and down your suit-cladded back to soothe you. "y/n/n, we can't. the whole place is in ruins now," he didn't want to say it but he had to. he had to in order to get you to leave. "she's gone."

"she can't be gone! she can't just leave us! we need her! i need her, stevie.." you cried into his chest and he had to control himself so he didn't cry right then and there too.

he looked up to see bucky looking at the two of you guiltily, tapping his wrist to indicate that they were running out of time. steve had no choice but to carry you in his arms, getting you to leave the site against your will. but you were too weak to fight back now. "what am i gonna do without her now, stevie?" you asked quietly.

"we're gonna be okay, y/n/n," he tells you, sitting you down on a chair and settling down next to you as clint flew the jet to your next location. the atmosphere was tense and you could tell everyone, too, was sad about this.

"what if we're not? what if we're not gonna be okay, stevie? i know i won't be." you wiped the tears streaming down your face despite the fact that your face still wasn't drying up any time soon.

"because nat wouldn't want to see us like this. she'll be angry if she sees that we're risking people's lives just because of her." he says truthfully.

"we're landing, guys." clint announces and the team prepared for another round of fighting. steve turns to you, wiping the tears on your face as he made you look up at him. "now let's save some people and make nat proud, yeah?"

you nod at him sadly, preparing your weapons. all of you got out the jet and the second battle of the day begun. boy, were these people unlucky because they were on the receiving end of your fury.

you were busy taking down a group of guards alone when you heard a familiar voice. "y/n, behind you!" and you turned just in time to take down a guard who was aiming at you.

you didn't even have time to register your shock of seeing the redhead because more guards came at you two. you guys fought alongside each other until all the men were taken down.

"nat?" you breathed out. "yes, bub?" she answers as you both carefully walked over the knocked out men. she was taken aback when you slammed into her, hugging her the tightest you ever did since you met her.

"please don't ever do that again." you mumbled into her chest. she was about to ask you what you meant when she heard you sniffling. figuring out it wasn't the appropriate moment to ask, she continued to just hug and comfort you in silence.

"wait, that was why she cried that day? because she thought i was in that building when it blew up?" nat asks after steve finished the story. "i never found out why because she never told me."

"yeah, you should've seen her when the building exploded. completely shattered my heart, dude." clint states, remembering the broken down state you were in that day.

"wait, did you guys not grief over my supposed death then?" nat glares at clint, bucky and steve. "in our defense, they were about to blow up about a hundred people, we didn't have much time to process the whole situation." clint tries to convince his best friend, only to receive a glare again from her.

"alright but just because she cried when she thought i was dead, doesn't mean she sees me as her mum. i'd cry too if any one of you guys died," she states, still in denial.

she did love you like how a mother would love her child. but she didn't want you to feel that she was forcing the title onto you. after all, you had so many other adults around you, who's to say that you saw someone else as a parent figure instead of her? she didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"woman, are you serious?" sam exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "need i remind you that the girl sacrificed her life for you?"

ii.

"nat, watch out!" you stood right behind her where the man was about to attack her. you gave him a harsh kick to the head and that was all it took for the man to go unconscious.

the redhead turned around, not having enough time to comprehend what had happened before you dropped into her arms. you two were lucky the last of the men had already been taken out.

"bub? what's wrong?"

at this point, you were fully leaning against her. she was holding up your whole weight, hands wrapped around your middle to support you. that was when she felt it. the familiar thick substance on her fingers, leaking from the back of your suit.

her eyes widened, pulling one hand away from you to look at it. red. her breathing picked up as one of her hands felt around your back, finally feeling the handle of a knife sticking out from your back.

your eyes were already drooping by now and she lightly shook you awake, careful to not hurt you. she lowered you down and you were both sat on the floor now.

she presses a finger to her ear and you could hear her voice echo in your ear from your own comms. "can someone come please," she paused, exhaling shakily. "y/n's down."

if it had been any other person, she probably would be bringing them to the jet by now but it was you. she didn't know what came over her but when she saw that you were injured, it was like her whole body shut down. her knees felt weak and she couldn't bring herself to move.

"hey, hey, keep your eyes open. can you do that?" she asked gently and you nodded weakly. "bub, why did you do that?" she cried softly, moving your hair away from your face as you leaned sideways against her. the action caused your face to be smudged by your own blood from her hands but she didn't care as she caressed your cheek.

"he–he was gonna hurt you. i–i couldn't..." you paused a while, the pain getting too much for you to bear. "y/n, don't strain yourself. you need to stay awake," she tells you as tears streamed down her face.

"rather me than you," you whispered. nat's eyes widened at this. "don't say that, bub." she scolds gently.

you smiled weakly at her. "i've grown too dependent on you, nat. it's to the point that i," you coughed and nat worried that you were straining yourself but you continued. "that i'd rather die than live without you. you probably can go on with life without me but i can't without you. i need you, nat." your eyes closed and nat panics, shaking your body.

"y/n?! bub?! stay awake, please, they're coming!" nat cries out loud, holding onto your limp body.

"did we not agree to not mention that to me anymore?" nat glares at sam for bringing that up.

the night of that incident had been one of the worst nights for nat. she sat by your bed all night after you had been treated. she had been the first one you saw after you woke up. she had been the one you broke down in front of after you admitted the full reasoning behind your actions. she had been the one who opened her arms for you to make yourself at home in.

"i'm sorry but you must be blind if you can't see how really she sees you for the past years," bucky states. nat turns to him with a glare. "you don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? who does she call whenever she has a really bad nightmare?" bucky questions rhetorically with his eyebrows raised.

iii.

"no, please, don't!" you begged, asleep and thrashing around in your bed. quiet whimpers turned into heavy breathing as you plead for your life in your nightmare. "please," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling harshly.

FRIDAY, noticing the amount of distress you were in, alerted the closest person to your room, that being bucky who was returning from a late night trip to the kitchen for some water.

he quickly went into your room, only to see you shivering and thrashing around in your bed. "doll?" he approaches slowly, finding you still asleep, though sweating a lot. nightmare, he realised.

"doll? wake up," he gently shakes you and you immediately jolt awake, breathing heavily as you register what was going on. "it's okay, it was just a nightmare," he soothes you, holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back while the other held your head to his chest.

none of that helped as you were still in the same state as you were when you woke up. "are you okay?" he asks, worried. "nat... i need nat.. please i need her," you whimpered, shaking in his hold. you were having trouble breathing.

"FRIDAY, get romanoff."

within minutes, nat arrived, looking panicked and disheveled like she had just woken up, which she just did. "what's wrong?" she asks bucky, approaching you two.

"she was having a nightmare and woke up and i think she's having a panic attack. she asked for you," he informs her and immediately moves away when she approaches, so that she could take his place.

"bub? it's me," you look up to meet natasha's pretty green eyes. "you're okay, bub. can you tell me five thing you can see?"

you looked away from her eyes, looking around your room. "i–i see my book on my nightstand, my lamp, my jacket on the chair, my laptop and the painting on the wall." you told her after some difficulties.

"good, that's good. four things you can feel?"

"i feel the socks on my feet, my fluffy blanket, the pillow i'm leaning on and your hands around me."

she smiles softly at you. "three things you can hear?"

"i hear your voice. a–and the faint noise from the ac and i can also hear bucky's breathing." you look up at the man and he smiles sheepishly at you, standing around awkwardly. you gave him a small smile back.

"two things you can smell?"

"i can smell my own shampoo..and my room's air freshener." you told her more calmly now, feeling the panic attack already going away.

"one thing you want to taste?"

"i wanna taste wanda's blueberry pancakes." you pout and the two adults couldn't help but chuckle. "you can have them in the morning. right now you need to sleep so you can have the energy to devour them tomorrow, okay?" you nod at the woman as she tucks you in.

not long after, you fell asleep. she then presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving with a less worried bucky now. and sure enough, the next morning, wanda made you blueberry pancakes.

"okay, so what? we all need someone to help us through panic attacks?" nat rolls her eyes. "did you miss the part where i came in and tried to help but she specifically asked for you? she needed you, nat."

"guys, i... i love her with my whole heart but she has all of us. i don't wanna make her feel like she's restricted to only one of us. you all love her too," nat reasons.

"yes but she doesn't have anyone to call her mum and frankly, i think you'd be perfect for it." wanda encourages the older woman.

"i—" before she could continue, her phone rang loudly and she thanked whoever it was that called her because now she didn't have to make up excuses about her doubt of becoming your official mother.

iv.

she looks down at the caller id, sighing when it was you, meaning the team had more against her now. of course she didn't mind you calling her, you could call her when she'd be asleep after a mission and she'd still pick up with a smile on her face. but it was the fact that the whole team could see how she softened when she realised it was you who called that bothered her. she really didn't want them to let her have hopes that you'd accept her as your mother.

"bub?" she said into the phone and half the team smirked at her while the other half gave her knowing smiles. "aren't you supposed to be on your way to school?"

"yeah but uh are you busy right now? i um, i need you."

nat immediately stands up, worry etched onto her face and the team frowned at this. "what happened? are you okay?"

"you know how i told happy i wanted to walk to school today? yeah, i just remembered why i don't walk to school anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened? are you hurt? did someone hurt you?" she bombards you with questions out of worry. at this point, the team had also stopped their chatter and teasing looks, equally worried for your well-being.

"yeah, i am. wait, maybe not. i mean, i was just being dramatic but uh, i tripped on who-knows-what and now i have a sprained ankle. i can't walk now so i'm standing in an alley right now so i'm not in the way of people. can you come get me?"

nat sighs in relief, thankful that it wasn't anything that she was thinking of. "you are unbelievable, y/n." she chuckles in disbelief at your clumsiness. "can you tell me where you are? i'll come get you now. i'll have the school know you're not coming today." you told her your location and she immediately leaves after telling the team what happened to you.

you were expecting nat to call again, to tell you she was around the corner but instead you heard a whoosh of air beside your head, followed by a crack sound. your head followed the sound, eyes widening when you saw that a dart had struck the wall beside your head. you looked ahead, trying to see where that came from.

if it hadn't been for your fast reflexes being an avenger for the past few years, you probably wouldn't have ducked in time when another dart came flying right for your head. "what the hell?" you grunted, staying low but still looking around for the source. you squinted when you looked up, the sun blazing but you managed to catch a glimpse of a man on a rooftop nearby. he had blonde hair and was dressed in all black, donning a same coloured mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"you had one job! how could you miss her twice?!" the blonde hears his colleague hiss in his ear through the earpiece. "i'm sorry! i'm no hawkeye, how was i supposed to get her in one try?!" he scolds back.

"you didn't even get her in two!"

"shut up and just let me work! you're distracting me!"

"hurry because i see the redheaded one nearing the alley. boss'll kill us if he finds out we didn't get her in her vulnerable state."

"i'm trying, i'm trying!" the blonde closes one eye, his sight now locked on your crouched state. he saw you move once you saw him and he cursed under his breath, his weapon following your movements. "she's moving!"

"just take the shot and be done with it! you have to go now!"

and shoot he did. after he shot the dart gun, he immediately fled but it wasn't like you were going to be able to chase him down or anything. a scream left your lips as a dart pierced through your skin, right under your shoulder.

you dropped down to the ground, right in the middle of the alleyway. you cried when you felt the burn in your flesh. you had been stabbed multiple times before with much bigger objects so why did this feel different?

"y/n?! is that you?!" you heard nat's voice yell from a small distance away. "i'm here," you croaked out, feeling your body grow weaker at an alarming rate.

"oh my god, bub, why are you on the ground? it's dirty, c'mon let's get you up. which foot did you sprain?" she places both her hands under your arms, pulling you up on your feet before accidentally dropping you back when you let out a shriek, crying out in pain.

"oh my god, did i hit your ankle? are you okay?" nat assumed that your tear-stained face was because of your sprained ankle but then you wheezed, your eyes drooping the longer she stood there.

your right hand slowly reached across your left shoulder, the butt of the dart sticking out of your skin now in between your shaking fingers. nat's eyes followed your hand movement's, a gasp leaving her lips.

"y/n, what happened?!" she panicked but before she could even get an answer from you, you had already blacked out. her eyes widened, knowing it was the dart because why else would you pass out that quick from a simple penetration in the shoulder. you had dealt with much worse than that and she knew your tolerance level.

she took off your bag, careful to not move the dart. she then placed her hands under your knees and behind your back, easily picking your unconscious body up and rushing back to the tower.

when she arrived, she was met with many confused yet concerned looks from the tower staff, seeing the black widow, rushing in with the youngest avenger unconscious in her arms. they had seen you leave the tower for school about half an hour ago so they knew something must've happened on the way.

"get bruce in the hospital wing. tell him it's urgent." she tells the woman working the front desk, hurrying into the elevator and telling FRIDAY to get her to the floor she so desperately wanted to arrive at quicker. black lines appeared on the left side of your neck, slowly spreading to the right side and she assumed it was from that damned dart in your left shoulder.

"natasha! what's wrong? they said it was an emergency," the doctor spoke in a panicked voice when nat entered, immediately going quiet when he saw you in her arms, neck lined with seemingly black veins.

nat laid you down on the surgery table, frown growing when black lines steadily spread to your arms now. though she was too worried to think, she managed to at least tell bruce what was outwardly wrong with you.

"dart. left shoulder." she blurted, incapable of forming proper sentences now that she had seen more of you. the black lining your skin got her speechless and anxious. bruce got ready with medical gloves, removing the dart from your flesh before analysing the pattern of your skin. it looked familiar.

"FRIDAY, get tony down here. it's urgent."

"bruce, please, what's wrong with her?" she cried, tears now freely streaming down her face. she didn't cry much in front of anyone but when it came to you, you always managed to get her to do just that.

"hey, what's going on? FRIDAY said there was an emergency here, who's hurt?" nat heard tony's panicked voice but she didn't make an effort to reply. her gaze was fixed on only you.

tony's jaw dropped, frowning when he saw you on the bed, upper body covered in black lines. "what the hell happened?!"

tony stepped beside bruce, taking a closer look at your skin. his frown deepened. "wait, it looks like.."

"yeah, looks exactly like when you had palladium instead of vibranium in your arc reactor."

"does that mean—"

"palladium's been running through her veins for about twenty minutes now. FRIDAY, how high is her blood toxicity level?" bruce asks, sampling a drop of your blood from when he took out the dart.

"53% and it is still steadily increasing."

"tony, at the rate it's going, if she's not treated in the next fifteen minutes or so, she'll.." bruce pauses, not wanting to say it out loud.

"no, she just needs lithium dioxide. that's how fury and i cured your palladium poisoning, tony." nat finally speaks.

"SHIELD probably has them but they're all the way in dc. they're not gonna reach here in time," tony states solemnly, reaching over to move your hair out of your face, looking down at you sadly.

but he was immediately pulled aside, nat grabbing his collar and looking him straight in the eyes. "you have your stupid iron suits that can probably travel faster than the speed of sound if you try. you can go down there yourself and get the damn thing. i swear to god, tony, i'm literally going to destroy those stupid suits myself if you don't put them to good use." nat threatens, glaring at the billionaire.

tony's eyes widened, the genius having not thought about nat's idea yet. "yeah, yeah, you're right, i'll go now."

he left immediately and nat approached your bed hesitantly, not wanting to see the black lines making home on the skin on your upper body. "do you think tony'll make it back in time?" she sniffles and bruce's worried frown on his face softened. "of course he will. he won't let anything happen to y/n. we won't let anything happen to y/n." he assured her.

there was nothing they could do now but wait for tony to come back with the lithium dioxide. nat sat beside your bed, hands gingerly grasping one of your own. despite the black staining it, nat held it to her face and her tears rolled past the back of your hand.

bruce decided to give her some privacy, opting to inform the whole team of the situation instead of standing around idly.

nat pulled your hand away from her face, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, crying even more at the sight in front of her. "y/n, please. i've never told you this but i need you." she pauses, breathing in shakily. "i've always needed you and i'll always need you. you can't leave me, please. you said i could go on with life without you but you're so wrong, y/n. you're the reason i'm still here and you're the reason i still want to be here. if you're not here then it's as if i have no reason, no purpose. i need you, y/n. so much more than i'd like to admit. heck, probably much more than you need me. so please, don't leave me. i can't do this without you." nat sobs out, watching the patterns on your skin spreading and growing bolder.

at this point, the whole team had now gathered outside of the room, watching nat cry over you. they wanted so bad to get a closer look at their beloved baby avenger but they respected nat and instead, waited for her to finish talking to you. once she stood up and looked around, bruce knew she was done so he entered, followed by the team.

"status, FRIDAY?" bruce asks, sampling a bit of your blood again. "blood toxicity at 96% now."

the team looked your unconscious body in apprehension, some crying and some worried out of their minds.

"goddamnit! where the hell is stark?!" nat growled. her eyes were now puffy after having spent the last half an hour crying. the team had never seen her lose her cool like this but they figured why.

as if on cue, tony's iron man suit crashed through the windows of the room but he couldn't care less. his main priority was to get to you quickly. in his hand was a silver briefcase that he passed to bruce.

bruce opened the case before wasting no time in plunging the syringe containing lithium dioxide, your supposed cure, into you. immediately, the black patterns on your skin started disappearing. it was slow but noticeable. it started from the tips of your fingers, going up towards your neck.

everyone sighed in relief, and to tony's surprise, nat hugged him tightly. "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me." she whispers. tony pats her back gently. "hey, i care about her too, okay? of course i'd do this for her. any one of us would."

nat smiles at him when she let him go, turning back to you and almost crying out in joy when your skin had finally turned back to normal. she let the medical assistants set your bed up and handle your sprained ankle before going back to sit by you. the team left her alone with you once again.

it was only about an hour later did you wake up, squinting when bright lights shone down on you. you moved around but you felt hands around your left and you heard a familiar voice.

"and remember when you dragged wanda to pull that prank on me with you and after you did, i grounded you like i was your mum or something?" you hear her chuckle, still not noticing that you've woken up.

"i didn't mind, though. frankly, i don't think i would ever mind if you continued acting like my mother or something," you spoke and she immediately tore her gaze from your hands, looking at you, now wide awake.

"bub!" she hugs you so tightly you didn't think you could breathe. you still returned the hug though, laughing. "i was worried you might still have some palladium in your bloodstream."

"wait, palladium?" you asked her in shock. "yeah, the dart that got you in that alley, it contained palladium. it's highly toxic so we used lithium dioxide to counter it. speaking of the dart, i'm going to find out who did this to you and they're never going to see the light of day for putting us through all of this." nat says, disturbingly calm.

"yeah...you do that," you tell her, slightly scared. "but palladium? in my blood? how cool is that? i had literal metal in my blood! i could've become like tony but like...palladium woman or something." you said excitedly.

"you do know we already have metal in our blood, right bub?" nat questions in amusement. "oh." you say dumbly. "and palladium don't belong in our body and you literally almost died because of it." your mouth opened but no words came out.

"speaking of, can you please not do that again? i really thought i was gonna lose you." she whispers, stroking your hair. "oh yeah, of course. i'll just announce to the whole world to not target the youngest avenger," you joke, smile dropping when nat gave you a stern look.

"nat, being part of the avengers at my age undoubtedly means i'll be a target for the bad people out there, but i don't care because while i get to kick ass, i know all of you have my back when it's my ass that's kicked. and i think that's the best part of being an avenger; the sense of security i get having you amazing people as my teammates." you tell her honestly and she smiles softly.

"oh come here you," she pulls you in for another hug but this time it's better because you could still breathe. you make yourself comfortable, snuggling into her.

"did you mean it?" she asked and you look up at her in confusion. "mean what?"

"when you said you wouldn't mind me acting like your mother."

"of course i do, you're like the mother i never had. i wouldn't even mind you being my actual mother." you say without a second thought, eyes widening when you realised what you had said. you swore under your breath, knowing you've just made it awkward between you two.

"i– really?" despite the teams efforts to make her see the truth, it was much more meaningful when she heard you say it yourself. "y–yeah.." you admit sheepishly.

"then you wouldn't mind if i actually adopted you?" she asks carefully, gauging your reaction. your jaw dropped, eyes going wide once again. "are you serious?!"

"yeah." she smiles at you fondly. "no! of course i won't mind!" you hug her tightly, tears forming in your eyes. you had gone all your life without parents so this was a huge thing for you. not only were you going to finally have a mother, but the most amazing woman you knew was going to be your mother.

"mum?" you tested the title, smiling when she acknowledged it. you were now crying in joy.

"hey, don't cry." she soothes you, running a hand up and down your back. "no, no, i'm just so happy. this is the best day of my life." you tell her. "me too, bub."

you stayed in her arms until you fell back asleep, nat tucking you in before going back to sit down on the chair. she looked down at you fondly.

sure, she was scared of the big step she was about to take with you but she had you with her and she knew that was enough. "i love you, y/n." she whispers, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

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sad angst with nat pls

Now that you're away

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1.8k

A/N: thank u for the req <3 this was inspired by Kokomo, IN by Japanese Breakfast [NOT a songfic]

You threw your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a tight hug. She was your best friend, you’d never been this close to anyone before. Internally, you held a secret. You knew that you were in love with her. That simple fact alone terrified you beyond belief. The risk of losing your closest friend over a crush could paralyze you in fear if you ever found yourself thinking about it for more than a moment. You weren’t sure what you would do if that happened. Could you even handle a loss that devastating? You don’t think you could, so you bury it inside yourself.

The illusion of you only loving Natasha as a friend was difficult to keep up. It felt like constant work, work you weren’t sure you could handle much longer. Right now though, she was in a seemingly deep sleep with her head resting on your lap. She was so beautiful, you couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were to even know someone like her. You had to get up though, so you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and whispered an “I love you” to her. In what seemed like just seconds after you ascended from your couch Natasha let out a groan, “come back, the mission is tomorrow and I want to spend time with you” she says to you in a sleepy tone. You could feel your heart melt insistently and you returned to the couch, forgetting entirely why you had gotten up in the first place.

Tomorrow, Natasha had to embark on a mission with Clint so they could collect the soul stone. You were worried. Well, you always worried about her when she went on missions, but this one felt off. You were sure it was just your anxiety. At the end of the day, you trusted Natasha to find her way back to you no matter what.

Before she left, you hugged her again, maybe for a little bit too long. You couldn’t bring yourself to let go of her. It hits you at this moment, you have to tell her that you’re in love with her. Natasha gently pulls herself out of the hug and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, “see you in a minute.”

As she walks away, you make a silent promise to yourself that you’ll say something when she gets back. Alright, maybe not that very day. She’ll deserve some time to rest first before you spring that information on her. Your next few days are spent planning for how you’re gonna tell her. You practice dozens of times in the mirror. You even wrote down your confession and then rewrote it a few more times. You realize that maybe if all goes well this will be a cute thing to give her one day. Once you decide on what to say, you slip your drafts into an envelope.

You spend your nights torn between thinking about how much miss Natasha's presence and fantasizing about your lives together. You think about anniversaries many years in the future, maybe one day you would have a house and kids. Alright, maybe you’re getting way too far ahead of yourself. This is the most excited you’ve been in a very long time, maybe even your entire life. God, you can’t wait for her to come back home to you.

Then, the big day finally arrives. It’s time for Natasha to come back home. Clint too, you guess. You can’t even sit still as you wait, you find yourself getting up to pace around every few minutes. Then, the moment finally comes. You’re confused. You only see Clint, no Natasha. Why isn’t Natasha here?

You run up to him, “Where’s Nat?” you ask. You’ve just stopped long enough to notice the distraught look on his face, you’ve never seen him look this upset before. Your heart sinks in fear and worry. “Clint, where is she? Where’s Natasha? Is she okay? Did she get hurt, i-is she in the medical bay? I’ll go right now” he looks like he’s about to sob, “She’s gone Y/N. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he manages to get out. He leaves almost immediately. You just stand there, you can’t move. You feel frozen in place. It somehow feels like the room is spinning around you and like the entire world is in slow motion at the same time. It doesn’t feel real. This can’t be real.

You stumble your way back into your room. Your mind is running at a million miles a minute and can’t process any of it. The second you open your door, you notice Natashas old cardigan that she left there. That’s when it hits you all at once, this is real. She’s really gone. Your knees give out on you and just lay on the floor. You can’t stop crying no matter how hard you try to calm yourself down.

- Time Skip -

It’s been almost a full year since Natasha’s death. You’ve felt every emotion known to humanity and probably felt a few undiscovered ones. The most prominent emotion of all was the unbearable sadness that seemed to have you in a grip that would never ease, though sometimes anger would take its place. You would always feel incredibly guilty afterward but you just couldn’t help being angry at Natasha sometimes. How could she do this to you? Why would she leave you when she knew how much she meant to you? She left you all alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and it made you feel like you hated her. You would never admit that though. Mainly because you knew that wasn’t true. You loved Natasha too much.

Everyone tells you that it will get better in time, you’re still waiting for that to happen. You’ve only started to even feel like a person again in the past month, maybe two. There’s no way to be sure, the days all blend together at this point. You figure that is progress in some way. All your thoughts still lead back to Natasha in some way or another. Sometimes, it’s blatant. You think about how you wish you could go back to the day before she left you, maybe you could convince her to say. Would she have stayed if you asked her to? You’ll have to spend your life not knowing. Maybe, you could just hug her again and remember the feeling. Other times, it’s not so obvious at first. You’ll realize something is missing, but you can’t place what. You rack your brain for a while before it hits you that you’re missing Natashas presence. Those times are the worst of the two.

The year anniversary creeps its way closer, you decide that you finally need to do something you’ve never dared to do in the past months. The moment you look at the calendar and it registers in your mind that the date is no more than a week away, you sigh and accept that it’s time for you to visit your grave. Not to say that you haven’t tried though, you have. You’ve driven there a few times, but you never manage to get yourself out of the car. On more than one occasion you’ve just sat in your car for well over an hour, frozen. Subconsciously you feared seeing her grave would make it real. It would take away the safety that you’ve found in hiding from reality and pretending that Natasha was still with you, just not at home.

The day was finally upon you. You were always told that anniversaries are the hardest days, especially the first. Let's just say that was true. You felt like you couldn’t even get out of bed, it all hurt too much. There was a little voice in your head that resembled Natasha’s telling you to get up, that she would hate to see you like this. It was right, you knew that. If she was here she would drag you out of bed if she had to. Eventually, you force yourself up. If not for yourself then for Natasha.

You get into the car, listening to all of Natasha’s favorite songs. Once you get there though, fear strikes through you once again. Just like all the times before, you sat there waiting. You’re not sure what you’re waiting for though. A half-hour passes before you find it within yourself to get out of the car.

You slowly walk up to her grave. Surprisingly, you don’t cry. You almost feel free. There’s a comfort here that your life has been missing from the very moment Natasha died. You can’t describe why or how but you feel safe here, it seems like even in death she’ll always be a source of comfort for you.

You sit in front of her grave and just stare, you’re not fully sure why. Unsure of what you should say, or if you even need to say anything at all. “Hey Natty, how have you been?” you proceed to think about how stupid that sounds. You can’t help but find yourself wondering if Natasha would’ve laughed at that if she was here. Yeah, she definitely would have.

“I’ve missed you so much natty” your voice begins to waver as the first tear begins to stream down your face. “You know how much I loved you right? I always thought you had to have known. I think you just wanted me to say it for myself and stop being a pussy about it. I’m sorry I didn’t.” the tears have gotten heavier now but you still have more to say to her, you could talk to her all day really. “I hope you know I think about you every single day, I promise I’m trying to get myself back together. I know you would hate to see how I’ve been since you left. Why did you leave me here without you?” you choke out as you begin to sob. You let yourself cry to her just like you would do before when you had a bad day. You apologize for not visiting sooner and promise to come back soon.

Just as you’re walking away, you remember what you forgot to do. You slip the envelope out of your jacket pocket and put it next to her gravestone, “I think you would’ve liked to have these, my love”

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REQUEST: How about hurt/comfort with Steve? Here’s the scenario- the girl he has a crush on is injured/harmed/threatened or something. Steve sweeps in and he’s sweet and protective and just… himself, you know? (by @universitypenguin)

oh god, i’m so so sorry it took me all this time but i really had (and i’m still having) some hard time; i really couldn’t sit down and write, i’m not sure it came out the way you imagined it but i tried my best, maybe there’s more fluff than hurt but steve is super worried so,,, well i tried… also, it’s my first time writing about steve so pls be patient if it’s not perfect 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway and thank you so much for you request !!! ♡ (really i’m sorry if it’s not that good)

WARNINGS: written in lowercase, possible typos, reader is a bit insecure and is feeling guilty about what happened, steve is super sweet (idk if that counts lol) and nothing really + i tried to use they/them pronouns, so yeah

WORD COUNT: 687

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“what happened?” steve was alternating his eyes between sam and natasha, out of the med room. “well, y/n was covering wanda.” sam tried to explain it briefly, then natasha continued. “wanda was covering clint, a soldier came up from behind but she wasn’t aware of until she heard a gun and then y/n was down.”

“and none of you was keeping an eye on them?!” steve lost his composure at that, but quickly tried to calm down, not wanting to make a scene. “what about bucky? where was he?” he asked, his tone more calm. “steve, bucky wasn’t assigned to this mission.” sam chuckled, but steve punched himself in his mind. “yeah, right. i forgot, sorry.”

“you can enter now.” helen came out and smiled at them, before excusing herself to check on another person. “okay, i’ll go first.” steve didn’t gave the pair time to reply and entered your room.

“hey.” he closed the door and greeted you. you looked at him and smiled a little, happy to see him. “hi, cap.” you murmured, moving slightly in the bed. “oh don’t worry, it’s okay. i mean, i hope you’re okay. you’re okay?” he nervously came closer, inspecting you.

“yeah, i’m okay.” you smiled at his concern and you saw him relaxing visibly, you find steve adorable. “i’m glad to hear that. doctor cho is the best, right?” he sat beside your bed and you noticed he was shaking his leg; why was steve so nervous?

“so um, i’m sorry i got injured during the mission. we were so close to capture that group of hydra’s soldiers.” you fidgeted with your fingers, feeling guilty. “what? no! it’s okay, i can’t lose you.. i mean we can’t.” steve cheeks quickly reddened and you tried to hold back a smile.

“you’re one of the best here, everyone is always so.. happy to have you around the tower.” steve tried his best to keep eye contact with you without slurring anything. “i’m truly happy you’re okay, when they told me you got injured i got so worried.” he confessed, scratching his neck.

“steve, i really appreciate your words… but i’m not as good as… um, natasha? clint?” you chuckled nervously, looking away. “you’re good as you are, trust me.” steve gently took your hand and caressed your knuckles.

“you don’t have to be like anyone else.” he assured you, smiling sweetly. “you always worry about the others… you did something similar for bucky in the previous mission, remember?” you nodded, remembering when you saved bucky during a mission because he got kinda distracted. “and at the tower you’re always eager to help, cooking, cleaning, or whatever.”

“you’re always so sweet to me, steve… thank you.” you moved your hand to caress his cheek and steve felt his heart beating so fast he thought he would pass out. “you deserve to be treated like this.” he tried to keep it cool, but you saw how red his face was. “can i have a hug?” you asked with a grin on your face. “well, um if you want it then…” steve stopped talking when he noticed your amused expression. “of course you can.” he said at last and hugged you, careful not to hurt you in the process.

“alright cap! my turn, leave us.” natasha interrupted the moment, giving you a knowing look. you chuckled and let go of steve, smiling at him. “i’ll see you later, y/n.” he smiled and almost hit the door to keep looking at you, you held back a laugh and he left the room with clear embarrassment written all over his face.

“go easy on him, nat.” you looked at her now, she sat down and shook her head. “you’ll be his age when he’ll finally ask you to go on a date, i’ll do what i must.” she sounded serious then laughed. “i like shy steve, i’m super awkward and… it helps you know?” you murmured, playing with your t-shirt.”

“god, i hate love. whatever you say, i’ll leave him alone.” she granted, then smirked. “for now.” you laughed and shook your head. “poor stevie.”

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pretty boy. peter parker

word count: 1279

warnings: teeny tiny bit of swearing n some flirting

requested: no! i saw a tiktok (found here) where y/n calls peter pretty boy and from that, this was birthed

plot: you both like each other what’s new

a/n: this is my first peter p writing that i’ve posted so pls tell me what u think ! i like it

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"pretty boy, with me!" you called, edging towards the exit. cap made to move towards you until you shook your head. "not you— peter come on!"

peter's eyes widened, taken aback by your comment. "w—what? me pretty boy?" his cheek flushed a subtle shade of pink, stuttering around his words.

you rolled your eyes, a small smirk on your lips as he wore a bemused expression across his face. you motioned for him to come with you, impatiently. "yeah, you pretty boy," you poked at his nervousness. it was sweet how flustered he'd gotten over a simple comment.

nat watched the encounter unfold quietly for long enough, she couldn't hold in an amused snort of laughter. "jeez' peter, we don't have all day— do as the girl says— go."

peter seemed to shake out of his daze, his eyes widening and locking on you. he nodded. "r—right, yeah— of course—" he stumbled all over the place, grabbing his mask from the desk beside him, pulling it over his head. "let's go."

"how does it feel having been demoted, cap'n?" tony wore an amused smirk on his lips, watching steve frown, a little embarrassed for being so presumptuous.

"you're a pretty boy in my eyes, if that makes you feel any better, cap," nat teased, letting out another bout of laughter. steve just rolled his eyes, grabbing his shield.

"let's just get this mission done, ok?" he was so serious, you must've really embarrassed him.

you and peter turned away from the group, speed walking down the corridor towards the exit. peter was lagging behind you slightly, trying to keep up but he was still in a bit of a daze.

"you clear on our task, spidey?" you glanced back to make sure he was following. you raised an eyebrow at his vacant expression, his eyes locking with yours when you spoke.

he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish. "w—what— sorry— i didn't catch what—"

you abruptly stopped walking, peter crashing into you as you did. you rolled your eyes again but couldn't disguise the look of amusement on your face. this boy was really all over the place when it came to girls.

"s—shit— sorry! i didn't mean to— you just stopped right in front of me— not that it's your fault! it's my fault! my peter tingle's been off late— i mean— not my peter tingle— my spidey senses. my aunt may calls it my peter tingle even though i've asked her a million—"

"oh my god, peter," you chuckled, your eyebrows raised in surprise. this boy could talk. he stood bewildered in front of you, and very flustered. "peter, as much as i'd like to hear all about your peter tingle—" peter's face went a deep shade of red when you said this. "we have a mission and i need you to focus."

you thought he was the sweetest boy you'd ever met but you needed his full attention right now and the only way to get it, was to be stern. he responded to authority. he nodded hectically.

"ok," you nodded. "let's go—"

"wait—" he interrupted, his hand touching your shoulder before you could turn back. "j—just so i can get this out of my head— you think i'm pretty?"

you smiled at the innocence in his tone, his eyebrows furrowed trying to desperately understand how someone as beautiful and badass as you could think he was pretty.

you shrugged. "pretty cute, yeah, pete."

"pretty cute— huh," he blinked a few times, before letting a relaxed smile fall on his lips. "i always thought you were really pretty too, by the way."

it was your turn to falter a bit, you weren't expecting that from him. you just smiled in return and shook your head. "thanks— but maybe we'll talk about this when we've beaten up a few bad guys and retrieved the hostages inside— sound good?"

"oh, yeah," peter was drawn back to reality. "right, bad guys."

you turned, peter following you again towards the building you were supposed to be infiltrating. he caught up, striding along next to you, glancing at your look of steel every now and again, completely in awe.

"do you think you'd want to go out with me? sometime?" peter kept moving. you, taken aback by the question, stumbled over your feet, catching yourself before your slammed into the floor. peter's hands moved to your arms quickly, guiding you back up. "woah— falling for me already?" he joked, now relaxed by the whole situation. he had taken the time to process the information. he really liked you, he always had, and now he had the confirmation that you liked him too— or at least found him attractive— he felt confident enough to speak his mind.

you snapped yourself quickly out the daze you found yourself now that his face was inches from yours, his clothed hands touching your bare skin. you let out an awkward laugh, trying to brush it off.

"if you focus and smash this mission with me— i'll go out with you," you nodded, walking away from the boy who was now grinning like an idiot. you ignored him, you were desperately trying to focus but with him looking at you like that it was so hard.

"i can do that," he nodded, catching up to you with a light jog. "this should be fun," he cheesed, approaching the back door to the building. you both turned on your comms, listening as the others got themselves into position before you could go any further.

"cap and nat— are you guys in position?" tony's voice rung through your ear piece. you held your hands up defensively, facing the door, ready to knock it down as soon as you got word. your hands glowing a red colour as you powered up.

"affirmative," cap answered.

"peter, y/n?"

"all ready," peter answered before you could. he slammed his wrists together, activating his web shooters. he leant in close to you, whispering in your ear. "you look pretty hot all geared up like that."

your eyes widened, turning to face him with raised eyebrows. peter wore a cheeky smile, he could get used to teasing you like this.

"oh my go— peter— keep that to yourself next time or at least wait till the missions over," you snorted at tony's comment, laughing at peter as his eyes widened now. he stuttered to apologise but tony cut him off. "i don't want to be hearing that shit— you're kids— jesus christ."

you wore a soft smile hearing tony tell peter off. you couldn't stop yourself from taking it a step further, it was one of your many pleasures in life, making tony uncomfortable.

"if it makes you feel better, that suit really works for you— i mean seriously— it hugs you in all the right places—" peter wore a look of surprise but still, he smirked at your comment.

"jesus— stop that please i'm begging you," steve huffed through the comms. you and peter stood waiting, still amused.

"alright," nat interrupted, though you could tell she was holding in her laughter. "we're all in position— let's kick some ass."

"anything to get the horny kids to focus on anything but each other," clint muttered for the first time, causing you to snort. you couldn't help it.

"jeez— alright, everyone move in," tony ordered. you and peter did as he said, you grabbed the door handles with your red hot hands and yanked them clean off before kicking the doors open.

"so cool," you heard peter mutter under his breath as he followed you inside.