#(Ohhh Tasha...)

[tabl3]

since the rats have never had Santa at Christmas, Tasha conspires with Dougie to have him dress up for one

and then he gets near murdered bc they're all three like "who tf let this fat old guy with a sack on his shoulder into my house??"

[thats-how-i-like-it]

for blue:

Someday <- yt link to the song

for platinum:

I Must Be Ready <- yt link for the song

I've been inspired to make a reblog game! it's been a long time since I've made one of these buuuut rn I'm feeling doing a very self indulgent one!

reblog w/ a pic of your f/o (max. 3) and i'll assign them one of the 315 backyardigans songs !!! (OPEN)

[spacefinch]

*The Squad is at Riker’s house*

Worf: Ohhhh we each get our own oven?

Riker: …N-No…

Riker, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Worf, motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Beverly: I see a-

Riker, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Worf: Oh, well I-

Riker: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Riker, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Tasha: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Geordi : Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Riker: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!

Riker: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Riker, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Wesley, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!

Riker:

Worf: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Riker:

Riker, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

[bananaactivity]

When I finished the small charater info and timeline for my LR headcanon doc

but I have to draw something new to go with it that may or may not be 8 head portraits... have some sneak peeks lol

you can guess who its about (level easy):

He has no chip and his ability is the replication of all tech not just bionic. Like if he touches a megaphone he can amplify his voice or record things and amplify them. can save up to two bionics in a folder to use without touching someone. If he wants to use a different two he has to clear his folder.

Hes not super interested in relationships not in an aro way but just like not that interested. If he sees a bad bitch though whos to say lol

He and Gordo though had a massive falling out ( Break up). Never again.

He also downloads apps to do most advanced tasks or hobbies, except guitar and martial arts which he learned on his own. ( Hes loves Radiohead thats how he and Douglas began to bond heheh )

Bi queen. Also an elite-level fumbler. Not because she's a bad partner. Just so bad with expressing feelings so it never gets to that level.

“ I can call my sibling a dusty bum bitch, but if you even look at them wrong Im beating your ass.”

When he wanted to ask her out he told the truth and she was like: “Huh? You thought I believed you?? Well, you’re so cute and silly and I like you so I will go out with you!” He kept the coffee shop as a business also having made a bunch of cool gadgets to help the employees.

Perry thought he was a butch lesbian when they met but then they became friends and she was like ohhh. Bro doesn't care if he likes you he likes you, I think Perry is the same but she has some preferences. ( What if I shipped him with Agent Graham. What then? You cant stop me lol)

BI- curious for a while ( He had a fling with Peirce Harrington way back when they were in a fraternity together at some fancy Uni. You know Frat boys, I do. Freaks.)He was a Hippie, a “playboy”, a big goofy nerd, hes gone through many phases.

Ill get the full thing out when i finish these lil shit drawings

Also here's a time line lol

TimeLine

1992- Creation of Davenport Industries ( Don was 21 Doug was 17) 1994- Begins 2nd year of college for Doug ( 20) and the beginning of Marcus and Danielle ( Daniel) and the prototypes of the L-P, I-S, and S-S chips/ first meeting of Geisel 1995- Geisel begins work on the first Troy. T.R.O-1 1996- Doug Graduates and Davenport Industries begins taking off, making both Davenport's millionaires and affluential inventors and scientist 1996- Geisele and Doug break up 1996- T.R.O-2 1996- Adams embryo is now a baby boy 1997- Brees Embryo is now a baby girl 1997-T.R.O-3 1997- Marcus is sentient 1997- Chases Embryo is now a baby boy 1998-T.R.O-4 1999- Donald builds the Penthouse in Centium City 1999-T.R.O-5 2001- Geisel makes a breakthrough in the movie industry and ceases work on T.R.O-6 in favor of working her way up the industry 2002- Danielle ( Daniel) is sentient ( a few years later Danielle is Daniel) 2002- Doug (27) and Dan (31) fall out and Doug fake dies ( Adam 5, Bree 4, Chase 4) 2002- Dan finds ABC and Raises them 2006- The Gov tries to tack ABC for “science” but fails because I said so 2008-2013- Doug works with shady people to get money and he is fairly rich, he also meets Krane during this time who promises him a big payout for the tech of human bionics and partial bionics he left behind in his young adult rage 2011- Geseil completes T.R.O-7 and becomes an Industry Titan with her breakout hidden star Troy West ( if this were a big thing you’d hear about the movies hes is as sly ref across all the seasons) 2012- Dan ( 41) and Tasha ( 41) tie the knot and Leo finds out about the Rats 2013- Doug Returns and does his evil stuff but he and the android bros get redeemed 2014- Krane does all his evil stuff and teams up with Geis but also does a solo thing so he dies 2015- The Island is up and running for about a year 2016- Geis finally comes in and gets her ass handed to her 2017—- Elite force stuff

[agent-troi]

Borrowed Time (WIP Ask game)

ohhh boy this behemoth will never see the light of day but I'm so happy you asked about this one bc as complicated as it is I love thinking and talking about it lol

so this was meant to be a fix-it for the ending of the star trek novelverse. some important background info: the coda trilogy wrapped up the novelverse basically by retroactively wiping that timeline from existence to avert a threat to the entire multiverse, because apparently with all the new shows and tie-in novels people thought it would be too confusing to also keep the novelverse books going. well that made me pissed as hell so I wrote this short fic, The Forgotten Splinter, bringing back one of my favorite and criminally underused characters, Riker and Troi's daughter Tasha, and Borrowed Time was meant to be a follow up to that.

I have a partial outline complete with chapter titles and extensive notes on what I wanted to happen, but at some point the idea just got too complicated and overwhelming for me to contemplate lol. the short of it is that Tasha gets her memories back from the First Splinter Timeline as well as the other timeline branches that were erased, and she and the gang work together to restore that timeline while also eliminating the threat from the Devidians.

I ended up not writing very much of it except for a list of chapter titles (in rough chronological order) and one passage:

Weddings and Funerals

Sole Survivor

The Reflecting Game

Unsung Heroes

After the Silence

Out of the Silent Wormhole

We Seek the Paradox

What's Good for the Goose

Sound and Fury

More than Memory

There but for the Grace of God

Hail Mary Ex-Machina

Roll for Initiative

The Thousandth Knife

When the Dealing's Done

“The First Splinter Timeline.” Tasha laughed bitterly. “You have no idea what we did for you. What we sacrificed… and this timeline? This timeline is shit! Your version of the Federation literally banned an entire class of life-forms, and didn’t even bother to make an exception when the child of two Starfleet heroes’ life was at stake!” The Troi-Rikers visibly blanched. “And you!” Tasha exclaimed, swiveling toward Picard. “You’re a bloody admiral! Whatever happened to ‘don’t let them promote you, don’t let them transfer you, don’t let them do anything that takes you off the bridge of that ship, because while you’re there, you can make a difference’?” She paused to take a deep breath. “And why didn’t you tell Beverly you love her? She wanted you to go after her, fight for her, not let her go!” Picard was stunned speechless. Tasha continued her rant unabated. “Our timeline wasn’t perfect, but it was better than this! What kind of multiverse is this, where the timeline in which things go mostly right has to be erased from causation, while this shit timeline with all the unnecessary angst and dramatic tension gets to live on? It’s not fair, dammit!” By this point Tasha was nearly hysterical, and the tears poured in a seemingly endless flood down her cheeks. The multiple timelines’ worth of trauma she had been suppressing for six years had finally burst forth from the dam of her subconscious. Deanna’s soul cried out in pure and complete empathy. She had entertained similar thoughts ever since Thad’s diagnosis. Why did their timeline have to be the one where he died? The whole thing had made absolutely no sense, as if whoever was writing the story of their lives got a kick out of torturing their characters.

I came up with this after Picard season one aired but before two and three, so I didn't incorporate any of that into this idea lol, anyway I had some vague notion that this would be the first installment of an epic trilogy, but almost no one read my novelverse fic when I was actively writing and posting about it so I don't really have much motivation to make it happen

[mellybaggins]

literally me:

"Ohhh that's hard. I looooove La'an...but Worf. Odo's technically not Starfleet. Tuvok is great, but Worf. And Tasha....but Worf. "

Which Starfleet Security Chief would you most want/trust to protect you and your crew?

[wolfsune09]

Oohh then Who do you think of the blorbos has the most potential to become an agent?

Ohhh! Tasha and wolf! Andrea would be relentless and heartless, and wouldn't become an agent for the greater good, only to splat everything in her way.

Tasha's very skilled and does want the best for everybody, as long as she's promised she'll be able to see her team again when she's done.

I think later in wolf's backstory they did become an agent, but it's not completely clear yet

[lonelyreputation]

hi allison!!! how are you? are you good? are you excited for christmas!!! my life is going pretty good at the moment so instead of reading fluffy fics I WANNA READ ANGST ARE YOU ARE THE QUURN OF ANGST!!! so don’t mind me re-reading and casually stalking on all your work whlist listening to my 10 hour taylor swift playlist🥺🥺🤎

Tasha!! Hello!! I’m oh so perfectly well!! I’ve been on the couch with my dad watching Premier League soccer lmaoo I’m SO excited for Christmas!! I went sledding with my cousins yesterday so that REALLY put me in the Christmas Spirit 🎉🎉 Are you excited for the holiday season??

ANGST FICS REIGN SUPERIOR TO FLUFFY FICS!!! I WILL STAND BY THAT!!! And stooooppp 🥺🥺 Queen of angst?? You flatter me too much 🥺🥺 And a 10 HOUR Taylor Swift playlist?? 👀 Godspeed omg skdjflsf Is it a happy, sad, or mix of a 10 hour Taylor Swift playlist?? 

[ab-ventures-in-odyssey]

OK. I can’t pick so I’m just gunna explain lol

Tasha = Not BAD but feels too removed. I think they would get along but the actual romance would die out and they’d keep re-realising that they are different maturity + opinion wise and don’t fit together in the long term. If they had kids it would be like “Maybe we should separate..? No, we should stay together for the kids, right? Hmm, never mind, forcing it will only make it worse.”

Monica = Would definitely have an interesting dynamic, but it wouldn’t be a particularly healthy one. I don’t think it would really work as a committed, long term relationship. Feels more like it’d be a passionate fling. However, I haven’t re-listened to Monica eps in a long time, so I could be wrong.

Connie = I feel like Connie and Jason have the best chance at a healthy, long term relationship out of all the options. I think there would still be conflict due to being in such dramatically different stages of life but if I HAD to pick which I think has the best POTENTIAL, it would be this one.

Jillian: No. Just no. I don’t like Jillian and I hate the classic “ohhh I have my own life and I’m ’liberal-coded’ so things won’t work out… wait?! what’s this?! I’ve changed and now things will work out!!!” thing that Focus has done so many times in AIO. It gets boring quick. Jason regularly acted out of character in the earlier Jillian eps and it felt weird/forced when it became “OMG she was secretly like him the whole time!” I haven’t kept up with the recent Jillian stuff, so maybe it’s getting better, but I don’t care lol

Richard: I would defo be curious to see this. Another fun and interesting dynamic that probably wouldn’t be the healthiest. HOWEVER, unlike with Monica, I think there would be a lot of growth too. They would be good for each other in different ways but struggle to communicate. I think there’d be a lot of hypocrisy in their relationship. Jason getting on to Richard for things like impulsivity but doing the same thing himself, for example (#adhd). Ultimately, I don’t think it would be a LONG relationship, but a valuable one. The opportunity to explore themselves and see their own faults reflected in each other would be worth it. Not a fling, but not marriage material either. They stay friends after mutually breaking things off btw <3

I’m going wild with this one 😂

[starlitangels]

His Shirt

I’m on some Elliott brainrot rn. We’ll be back to regularly-scheduled brainrot later. For now I’m rubbing salt in my own open wounds. 2.1k words CW: mentions of Sunshine’s car accident

—

Sunshine

“Eli...! Ohhh, Eliii,” I singsonged, a smile in my voice and a small giggle following the song. I let my fingers trail down the stubble on Elliott’s face. He’d forgotten to shave again. Something else I could tease him about. He hated stubble, but hated shaving with equal fervor.

Taking a deep breath, he dragged himself back to consciousness while I bit my lower lip to keep from smiling too wide.

His eyes widened in shock as he took me in.

I was wearing his shirt. The shirt I’d bought him for his birthday a few years ago. Purple—to bring out the color in his eyes, I’d joked—with a large Sweet Dreams Are Made of This slapped across the front in grey blocky letters. It was too long on me—he was taller—and hung nearly to my knees.

His gaze swept me up and down—and his ears reddened as he realized I was just in his shirt.

“Sunshine? What are you...?” He trailed off as I crawled onto his bed beside him, wrapping him up in a gentle embrace, bringing his head into my chest and kissing those loose dirty blond curls. For once not hiding under that beanie.

Don’t get me wrong: he looked hot with the beanie on. Always had. But his hair was so soft and so becoming on him. I loved it whenever he took the hat off.

I slid one hand up into his curls and tightened my fingers around it. He moaned softly. “Sunshine...” he whispered. “What are you doing?”

“I love you, Eli,” I breathed into his hair. “I love you, and I’m tired of pretending that we’re just friends.”

“No—sunshine—no,” he insisted, pushing me back, away from him. “Not like this. It’s not supposed to be like this.”

My chest stung with rejection. My eyes watered. I scrambled off his bed, shaking my head and furiously rubbing my eyes in the hopes that I could hide the tears from him.

“Sunshine—wait—I—I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings! I—”

Whatever the end of the sentence was, I didn’t hear it. I ran out of his room, throat constricted around a sob.

—

With a jolt, I bolted upright in bed. My bed. My room. My apartment.

Alone.

“Not again,” I groaned in complaint, letting my head fall backwards. I rubbed my forehead with the heel of my hand, trying to force the images out of my head. Cold sweat clung to my skin, making me shiver.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the table. 5:07AM.

I grumbled to myself and threw the covers off. The barest traces of a summer’s early dawn were desperately trying to peek through my blackout curtains.

The carpet was cold where I stormed out of my room and into the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water—not bothering to wait around for it to warm up—and went back to my room after scrubbing off the sweat. I flopped down onto my bed dramatically.

Why did I keep dreaming about him like that? Elliott was my best friend. The only one who stuck with me unconditionally. The one who was always there for me, even when he wasn’t able to be there. It was wrong of me to keep dreaming about him. The sting of rejection hurt a lot less after I woke up, but my heart was still beating hard against my ribs.

I glanced down.

“Oh. Maybe that’s why.”

I was wearing one of his shirts to bed. It wasn’t my fault that he’d left it at my place after we’d gone swimming with a bunch of friends at Tasha’s house. It wasn’t my fault that he never asked for it back. To be honest, he’d probably convinced himself that the dryer ate it.

Sitting up, I stripped his shirt off. I’d had it for months and after several washes it didn’t smell like him anymore. Angrily, I waded it up into a ball and hurled it at my closet, where it barely missed the hamper sitting on the floor. I rolled my eyes and fell back against my pillows again. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the heels of my palms against them.

“Get it together, idiot,” I said out loud. “He’s your best friend. It doesn’t matter that you... flirt with each other all the time. He’s not interested in you like that. And he’s already dating someone.”

That reminder never seemed to stick. Probably because I was around him more than his partner was. But it was a long-distance thing. His magic, telepathic partner lived in Dahlia, down in southern California. And Eli was still here, at home, with me.

Heat travelled down my face, quickly cooling, as the tear fell off my cheek and landed on the bedsheets. God, I’m a f^&*ing mess, I thought, digging my fingertips into my forehead.

What kind of best friend was I? Pining for him rather than supporting the relationship he was already in? How petty was I that I took such relish in the fact that he called me a cute little nickname and not the Telepath he was dating?

A mess, indeed.

—

Cutie

“Please leave your message for—” 

The computerized voice switched to that familiar one. “This is Elliott. Leave a message.”

Beeeep!

I swallowed. “Hey, Eli. It’s me. I know it’s like five-AM in your timezone. You’re probably asleep. It’s, like, four-AM here, but I just got off a really late night of work.

“Listen. Um... call me back when you get this. I’ll leave my phone on.” I cleared my throat. “Bye.”

I hung up the call and dropped my phone onto my mattress. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my eyes with my fingertips. They were so sore from staring at a screen for so long.

Sighing, I leaned back on my bed.

—

Sunshine

My phone buzzed on my bedside table. 

Dreamboat: Felt you pulling at me really hard in the dreamscape last night. Everything okay?

My entire body burned with embarrassment. Fine. You didn’t stop by, did you?

Dreamboat: No. I was finishing up some work on a labyrinth for one of the new local Department heads and didn’t get the chance. I wanted to, but I couldn’t get finished before the pull vanished. I assume you woke up?

“Thank God,” I whispered. “He didn��t see.”

Yeah.

Dreamboat: What was the dream about? You were practically dragging me away from the labyrinth. Why were you thinking about me so hard?

How... how was I supposed to lie and make him believe it? He was so smart. Always had been. He’d always been able to see right through me. Just... know when something was on my mind.

Guess I really wanted some help painting my cabinets. And you’re the only person I trust.

Dreamboat: 😆 Why am I not surprised? Your dreams are always really crazy or dreadfully mundane and boring with no inbetween.

Shut up. We can’t all have magic.

His reply took a few minutes to arrive after that. During which I started typing, stopped, and deleted the message three separate times.

Dreamboat: You sure you’re okay, ☀️?

Yeah. Pinky promise.

Dreamboat: Okay. Let me know if you start having those nightmares again, yeah?

Yeah.

That wasn’t going to happen. Elliott didn’t need to be burdened with my problems. The nightmares about the accident were few and far between now, but they still crept up on me. Sometimes they were less scary than the... intimate dreams I had of my best friend, but both of them ended with me waking up covered in cold sweat.

And when he wasn’t working through the night, Elliott liked to spend his dreams with his partner. The fact that they could be as good as together at night was probably why they’d been dating so long despite the distance physically between them during the day.

I didn’t want to interrupt that. Much as my heart ached for him, I couldn’t do that to him.

I’m going back to bed. See you later, Eli.

Dreamboat: See ya, sunshine.

—

Cutie

I must have drifted off, because when my phone started ringing at full volume, mid-morning light was streaming into the room past curtains I’d forgotten to close.

Incoming Call... Eli💜

I answered. “Hey Eli,” I greeted.

“Hey. Got your voicemail. What’s up?” Elliott’s voice asked on the other side of the line.

I swallowed. “There... there’s no easy way to say this, but... I think we should go our separate ways. You’re incredible and amazing and sweet. And you’re going to make someone really happy. I just... I don’t think it’s going to be me. The long-distance thing just... it’s not working out for either of us.”

Silence on the other end of the line.

Sorry, Eli. One more gut punch, I thought. “And... I know why you’ve even put up with it for this long.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not stupid, Eli,” I said. “Even without using my magic, I know that you just dated me to try to get over your feelings for your best friend.”

“What?!”

“You care about them. More than you care for me. And that’s fine. You should. You’ve known them a hell of a lot longer than you’ve known me, and God you talked about them constantly whenever I visit you or you come to Dahlia to visit me. I read your mind, when we were together in the same place. Even if you weren’t talking about your friend constantly, you thought about them all the time. Sunshine’s favorite flower over there—that’s the store where Sunshine helped me find a present for my brother—oh, Sunshine would love that café here in Dahlia—yada yada yada.

“I tried, Eli. I wanted to make it work. I like you. You’re kind and caring and genuine and all three are a rare find for a Telepath. But we’re not gonna work. Not with you yearning for your friend. And it was fun, while we were in school, before I moved back to Dahlia. Thank you, for everything. But you should tell them about your feelings.” I cleared my throat again. “If it makes you feel any better, there’s a guy here in Dahlia that... I might be interested in seeing. Unempowered. Just like your friend. But he’s sweet and genuine and caring too. So don’t think us breaking up means you leaving me hanging out to dry alone while you go off and have your happily ever after or whatever. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Y... you’re sure.” It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m sure. The dream dates were a blast. I really enjoyed them. Now go share them with that little ray of sunshine that you love so deeply.”

“Thank you. And... I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Elliott. Really. Go find your happiness.”

“Thank you. Again.”

“Yeah. Goodbye, Elliott. And thank you for everything.”

I hung up.

It would sting, for a while, probably. But it was for the best.

In my rush to answer Elliott’s call back, I hadn’t seen that a text had already been waiting on my phone that I’d slept through.

Geordi (Tetris Theme Guy): Any plans later?

Smiling, I texted him back.

Nope!

—

Sunshine

“Eli?” I asked, holding my phone up to my ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, why?”

“We were just texting and you decided to call. I assume something’s wrong.”

“No. Just wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. I know you had some plans with your family today.”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, my partner just broke up with me but other than that—”

“Oh, Elliott! I’m sorry!” I hated how much I meant it, too.

“It’s fine, sunshine. We both agreed the distance made it too hard to be worth it. I’m honestly not too sad. A little disappointed, but not heartbroken.”

“I’ll be over tomorrow. I’ll bring the ice cream to drown your sorrows in, you bring the story.”

He chuckled on the other end of the line. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Oh. Also, I still have that blue shirt you left at my place when we went swimming at Tasha’s. Want it back?”

I wondered if it was cell signal delay or if he really hesitated answering. “Some other time. Don’t bother trying to remember it for tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

—

Two Months Later...

Elliott’s favorite cereal... Elliott’s favorite cereal... Elliott’s favorite cer—

“Hey buddy,” a voice said inches from my ear.

I swore and whirled. “Eli!” I shrieked.

He laughed. “Oh come on, I didn’t freak you out that bad.”

[gayerthanevertbh]

Godddd 😣 only 2 things on my mind

1. tasha bear definetly uses one of these exclusively for pussy eating, which means that as soon as you see her put it on you know what's about to go down (also, short haired nat with the headband would be so freaking cute)

2. her spitting on your pussy even though it's already sooooo wet 😵

I DONT SEE THE PIN HON 😭😭😭 but ohhh fuck she is a pussy eater for sure and her spitting your pussy even though it’s wet is such a turn on

[1-800-gaygentsofshield]

not her choice, part 2 | n.r.

part 2, part 1 here

summary: y/n and natasha will do anything for love, whether they realize it or not

warnings: nsfw themes, angst, brainwashing, violence, kidnapping, y/n and nat making dramatic calls, injury, basically "fuck" in different contexts

word count: 7,354

(sorry this is long I didn't want to split it up into more parts, not proofread as always)

(ALSO SIDE NOTE LOOK AT HER HANDS MY LESBIANISM IS FUCKING SCREAMING)

"You're pulling your punches." The man in stars, you now know as steve rogers, says as he stands across from you, nose bloody and shield in hand. You raise an eyebrow being your mask, as if asking him "You want me to stop?" After a pause, he nods his head and gets back into a fighting stance. "Please, continue."

Ever since that little..ahem..incident with Natasha, she's been telling you to not hurt her teammates, even though most of them have superpowers you might add, so you've been pulling your punches in fights ever since. You still beat their asses it was just..a lighter beating. You were treading in dangerous waters here, knowing that if Hydra suspects you even in the slightest bit they'll bring you back to the lab and wipe your mind again.

You dodge a swing from Steves shield and quickly knock him off balance, playing more defense than offense at this point. The Avenger quickly regains his traction and charges at you, tackling you to the ground so that the wind gets knocked out of you. You, as best as you can, try to dodge his punches on the ground, genuinely surprised when the asphalt underneath you sinks in with his punch. When his fist sinks into the ground once more, you grab his torso and use your legs to shove him off of you, landing a punch in that all-American boy face of his once you get on top of him. Instead of beating the man bloody like you would usually do, you shove yourself up and move away from him, trying to spot Natasha in all the chaos.

Your search stops when you hear Natasha's voice from behind you, her words being accompanied with a punch. "Hey." The punch isn't enough to hurt you but its enough to grab your attention as you turn around and grab her arm. Your grip is firm but not uncomfortable, letting Nat know that they hadn't brainwashed you yet. "Hey." You reply back, throwing a punch that she easily blocked. "You still with me?" She asks as her hand grabbing your wrist twists it back. "I let the guy with the metal arm beat me up twice, what do you think?" You say as you hit her stomach to make her stumble back.

The hits are hard but not fatal as Natasha moves to kick you in the stomach, you easily grabbing her leg and pulling her down to the ground. You land on top of her and you grin, "You've gotten soft, Romanoff." You tease in a breathy laugh as you see her quirk an eyebrow up. "Don't pretend like I can't kick your ass with my eyes closed, y/l/n." She says as she quickly shifts her weight and pins you down, an amused look on her face. "How come you always end up on your back when I'm with you?" She asks and you roll your eyes, scoffing but also realizing how true she is. Before you can reply there's comm's static in your ears, a Hydra officer barking the command to move out.

"I've got to go." You say as Nat gets off of you, hopping back up and making sure you've got your gun in it's holster. "Where will you be tonight?" Natasha asks as you fix yourself, her statement causing you to shoot her a teasing look under your mask. "You'll find me Romanoff." And with that, you turn and leave, not needing to look back to see the amused look on the red-heads face.

--------

"Couldn't find any more shitty hotels?" Natasha asks as she sees you standing behind a run-down gas station, chewing on some gum that you bought with the change you found on the sidewalk. "They were all booked." You shrugged, lips turning up a bit at the sight of your favorite person. "Mm, come here." Natasha hums as she reaches you, gently pulling you in by your chin to kiss you.

These secret meetings have been happening for a while now, being both beneficial to the two of you and the Avengers.

You immediately told Natasha about Hydra's plan about building the next atomic weapon soon after her head came up from between your thighs, the redhead listening intently as you spill all of Hydra's intel. That's when she told you about them, the Avengers, and how they protect the world from Hydra and otherworldly threats. She said she might introduce you to them sometime, saying that the people there don't see others for their worst mistakes.

At that point in time though, you didn't care what side you were on, as long as Natasha was there you would fight alongside her. That's how it was like for your entire life, not caring about the sides of good or evil, only ever caring about Natasha and keeping her safe.

You wince at her action and she pulls back immediately, a concerned look on her face as she looks for the cause of your pain. It's then when she sees the blossoming bruise on your jaw, right where her fingertips grazed when she pulled you in. "Who did this?" She asked and you shrug, reaching up to touch the purple and red spot. "The guy with the metal arm, it really packs a punch." You reply as you see the worry lines deepen between her brows, causing you to cup her neck and pull her in for a soft kiss. "I'm alright Nat." You whisper, kissing her a few more times before leaning back. "I've gone through worse." You say and she frowns, intertwining her free hand with yours as cars pass by. "Haven't we all." Nat sighs and you nod, running your thumb along the back of her hand.

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"Fuck! Tasha!"

You grip the back of the headboard as Natasha brings you to another orgasm, knuckle deep inside of you as she kisses your chest lustfully. "That's it, good girl." The redhead hums as your chest rises and falls, you trying to catch your breath as Natasha's fingers start to gradually slow down. Cum coats your inner thighs and sweat sheens your skin in regards to the many times Natasha has made you cum in the past few hours, finally deciding that you've had enough when she fully pulls her fingers out.

"God you have a lot of stamana." You laugh as your breathing finally calms down, moving your hand to pull her into a deep kiss. "I still have a lot more in me, y'know." Natasha hums as she moves to kiss your jaw, trailing it down your neck as she peppers kisses along the flushed skin. "I know just- just give me a minute." You breaths out as you let your eyes fluttered closed, liking the feeling of Natasha laying between your legs as she praises your skin.

It's not long after when your arousal starts to build again, deciding to take the initiative by gently bringing Nat's lips up to yours. "Natalia." You say breathily, your free hand intertwining with Natasha's hair. "Zachem tebe moy golub'?" She asks, heat pooling in her stomach as she feels you tug at her roots. "Ya tak khochu tebya trakhnut', Tasha." Your tone is filled with lust as you kiss Nat deeper, teeth tugging at lips and tongues meeting one another. "Mm bud' moim gostem." She hums and you grin, flipping Natasha over so she's on her back. You look at her for a second and smile, causing her to give you a curious look. "What are you looking at?" She asks with a small smile and you shrug, "You." You hum before kissing her, your teeth tugging at her bottom lip as your hands move down south.

"My god you're cheesy."

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"Nat, wait up." Steve catches up with Natasha as she's walking down the compound hallway, the assassin slowing down her stride as the super-soldier gets in step with her. That little action is enough to tell Steve to continue, taking a moment to contemplate his words before speaking. "So..y/n." He starts off slow to see Natashas reaction, deciding that it was okay when the redhead kept a straight face.

"What about her?" She asks and Steve purses his lips together, thinking for a moment before grabbing Nat by the arm and pulling her into a storage closet. "What the hell, Rogers?" Nat asks as Steve closes the door behind them, his voice going down to a whisper as he speaks.

"I know you've been seeing her, Tasha." He starts off and Nat only furrows her brows, looking up annoyedly at the man. "I don't know what you're talking about." She says and he raises his eyebrow. "You're not being discrete Nat. I've seen you fight before and what you do with her is not it. You've knocked down people twice your size before but let her fight you like it's some sparring session." Steve says and Natasha opens her mouth to interject. "She's trained with me in the Red Room, of course she's going to be on my level-" "And that too. After every encounter we have with them you disappear for the evening, usually not arriving until 3 am with Hydra information given to you by your "inside source."" He finishes and Natasha sighs, knowing that she's been caught.

"Okay fine, you want to know the truth?" She asks in a low voice and he nods his head, waiting for Natasha to give her explanation. "I've been- fuck- I've been meeting with her after missions. She used to be brainwashed by Hydra but she broke out of it, hence the reason she's giving me information on Hydra's plans." She says and he stays quiet, the puzzle pieces clicking together as Natasha continues. "I've missed her, Steve, after all these years so I go to make sure she's okay and..other things." Her sentence trails off as she doesn't want to reveal her sex life to her best friend.

"Other things?" Cap raises his eyebrow and Tasha rolls her eyes. "We..comfort each other in not safe for work ways." She says and Steve looks confused for a moment before his mouth opens in a soft "oh- ohhh." "Just please don't tell the team, Steve. You out of all people should understand what it's like to have someone you..care about..taken by Hydra." Nat says and Steve's face softens, a gentle sigh escaping his lips before a grin breaks across it.

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" He asks and she shakes her head, stepping back to grab the door handle. "Love is for children, Rodgers, this is just.." She pauses, trying to find the correct word for the situation that she's in. "Comfort?" He offers and she nods her head, opening the door fully. "Comfort."

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You watch Natasha with curious eyes as she towel dries her hair, you only being dressed in underwear and a bra as you lay stomach-down on the bed. It had been a particularly hard fight that day, Hydra pushing to take bigger strides in their next big war machines. The Avengers, of course, came in and tried to stop them and they conveniently broke into the base that you were being held at.

You were there being punished for your recent behavior, Hydra officers treating you like an animal as they kicked and hit you. "It needs to be put back into it's place." They practically spat at you like you were some sort of monster, threatening you with knifes to your throat as they criticized every breath you took. The next time they send you into the lab, you know you're going to get brainwashed, waiting for the scale to tip as you sat there helplessly watching. You just found Natasha after years of suffering and you weren't too keen on forgetting her.

A soft hand against your back pulls you back into reality as you see where Natasha's soft gaze is looking at, her fingertips gently tracing the scars along your back. "What are you looking at?" You ask even though it's pretty obvious, Natasha's emerald eyes meeting yours. "Who did this to you?" She asks with furrowed brows and you shrug one shoulder. "You want me to give you a list?" You joke half-heartedly as she moves across the bed, gently straddling your back as you feel her fingertips map out your scars. The feeling makes you hum contently, your eyes fluttering closed as Natasha touches you like the most delicate thing in the world.

Nat has never been the soft type, choosing to show her love through reassuring shoulder pats and quiet comfort instead of gushy romantic acts. That's why it genuinely surprises you when you feel a soft kiss placed on your back, right where a stab wound was a few years ago. "I'm gonna kill every single one of them." She mumbles and you can't help the laugh that escapes your lips, your head turning to look over your shoulder. "I know." You hum, a feeling of déjà vu washing over you.

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"Kto sdelal eto s toboy?"

Who did this to you?

Natasha's voice is clipped as she holds your chin with her fingers, seeing you try and blink back the tears that threaten to fall. Your nose is bruised and bleeding, the skin under your eyes starting to turn purple and red.

"Anastasiya."

Your voice is barely above a whisper as rage burns in Natasha's eyes. Anastasiya is one of the older girls in the Red Room, almost four years older than you and a good five heads taller. You had beaten her when you were sparring but as soon as no one else was looking she got you cornered, making the other girls her age hold you down as she took out her rage on you.

"Ona bol'she nikogda ne prikosnetsya k tebe, kogda ya zakonchu s ney."

She will never touch you again when I'm done with her.

You know that tone on Natasha, knowing that Anastasiya is going to have more than one bend in her arm when Natasha gets done with her.

"Nat, ne nado. U tebya budut problemy, i ya spravlyus' sam."

Nat, don't. You're going to get in trouble and I can handle myself.

Natasha's face softens a bit as she looks at you, her other hand coming up to rub your shoulder.

"YA znayu, pauchok, no pozvol' mne napomnit' yey."

I know, little spider, but let me give her a reminder.

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"But-" You start and she nods her head. "But you can handle yourself, I know." Natasha says, moving up a bit to kiss your shoulder. “No, what I was going to say was that they all died shortly after.” You say and she laughs softly against your skin, mumbling a “good girl” as she goes to kiss your cheek. Her lips conveniently land on the scar she gave you all those years ago, the thin line going along your cheekbone.

"That, you did yourself." You say teasingly but you can see her face drop a bit, her lips peppering over the scarred skin. "I'm sorry." She whispers but you shake your head, turning under her so you can face her. "It's okay Nat, we were young and they forced us to train with knives. Shit happens." You say nonchalantly, hands playing with the hem of her tank top. It's then when you see the scars on Natasha's skin, bullet wounds and cuts littering her skin. She notices your gaze and moves her hand down to hold yours, seeing your brows furrow.

You glance up at Natasha and feel your chest tighten as you see her look down at your intertwined hands, her thumb gently brushing up and down the back of your hand. "Your hands have changed." Natasha states under her breath as she glances up at you briefly, seeing you raise an eyebrow in question. "What do you mean?" You ask and Natasha holds your intertwined hands up.

"See, there's more scars on your knuckles and there's a new cut right here." She says and you nod your head, not really noticing the changes until now. "The last time I saw you, they were so much different." She mumbles and you raise an eyebrow, a slightly amused look on your face. "Since when have you paid so much attention to my hands?" You ask and she shrugs, your heart rate speeding up as you watch Natasha's fingers play with your own.

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"YA skazal tebe, chto u tebya budut problemy."

I told you that you'd get in trouble.

You hum as you gently grab Natasha's bruised hands, taking a ripped piece of cloth to clean up her bleeding knuckles.

"Oni sobiralis' rasskazat' o nas instruktoram."

They were going to tell the instructors about us.

Natasha winces as you wrap up her hands, carefully making sure that it isn't too tight as you tend to her injury.

"My mogli by spravit'sya s etim, Nat."

We could have handled it, Nat.

You sigh and Natasha shakes her head, her free hand moving to rest on her knee.

"No oni by nas nakazali."

But they would have punished us.

You nod your head and bite your lip, looking up into those green eyes as you hold her hand gently in your own.

"YA mog by prinyat' eto za nas oboikh."

I could have taken it for the both of us.

Natahsa's eyebrows furrow as she hears your words, her bandaged hand coming up to cup your cheek as the other grabs your free hand.

"Net."

No.

She gently brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles lightly.

"Net, ya ne pozvolyu tebe sdelat' eto dlya menya."

No, I won't let you do that for me.

You slowly move your hand to cup her cheek, Natasha's hand moving to cover your own.

"YA by vzyal na sebya mir za tebya, Natal'ya."

I would take on the world for you, Natalia.

Your words are a whisper but to Natasha, it was like a shout from the rooftops. The redhead slowly moves and kisses your hand that was resting on her cheek, causing a blush to dust your cheeks as she softly smiles at you.

"I ya dlya vas."

And I for you.

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Gently guiding her hand to cup your cheek, the both of you smile, you leaning into the warm touch as Natasha relishes the moment.

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You awake with a jolt as you hear heavy doors close outside of the motel room, it now being in the dead of night. Slowly moving from Natasha's arms, you go take a look outside, hoping to see that there's nothing. Your hopes are shattered when through the window, you can see the faint outline of a Hydra vehicle and multiple armed men, your heartrate spiking as you see the ones in white coats. "Shit." You hiss out as you start to pull clothes on, all of the rustling causing Natasha to awake. "Y/n?" She asks groggily as she sees you frantically moving around the room, hastily putting a shirt on and trying to find your weapon.

"Y/n what's happening?" She restates herself and is fully awake when you finally make eye contact with her, seeing the worry behind your eyes as you move towards her. "Nat, they're here." You rush out as you hand her some clothes, frantically trying to get the redhead out of here before she could get involved. "Whose here? Hydra?" She questions and you nod your head, feeling the bridge of your nose start to sting as reality comes crashing down on you. "They're here for me- shit- you have to go." You say as you try and pull yourself together.

"What? No, Y/n, I'm not leaving you again." Natasha says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, pulling on some clothes and shoes. "Natalia this isn't fucking debatable, okay? I won't ever forgive myself if they get their hands on you." You say as you glance out the window one more time, mumbling a curse word as you start to see the figures close in. "Why are you acting like I can't handle myself?" Nat asks and you shake your head, opening a window opposite to the parking lot.

"I know you can handle yourself Nat, I've seen you fight hoards of threats and make your way out alive..I just don't want to pull you into this fight with me." You say before crossing the room and standing in front of Nat. "You've been the only thing I've cared about my entire life, please understand why I want you safe." Your voice is softer as you speak to her, her green eyes still prominent in the moonlit room. "What about you?" Nat asks in a whisper, a worried expression set across her face as you give her a watery grin.

"You know I never die, Natalia." You say as she shakes her head. "I'm like a cat and my lives haven't run out just yet." You continue and a laugh breaks past Nat's lips, causing you to smile even as a tear runs down your cheeks. "There it is." You breathe out and she looks at you questioningly. "What is it?" She asks. "I just wanted to see your smile one last time." You reply as you kiss a tear from her cheek, Natasha then moving to gently kiss your lips. The kiss is soft and passionate, you both trying to communicate to each other a message you both aren't ready to say yet.

Sooner than you'd like, the two of you break away, both of you giving the other a watery smile as you sniffle. "I'll come back to you, Nat. I promise." You whisper and she nods her head, gently kissing your temple as your eyes flutter closed. "You better, or else I'll beat your ass." She says and you give a shaky chuckle, hearing the Hydra men starting to kick down apartment doors. "I'm planning on it."

Hydra doesn't take long to storm the motel room, quickly seizing you before you had a chance to react. You were happy to comply with them until you saw them grab Natasha's arm, you immediately tearing from the Hydra agent's grip to tackle his ass. You successfully break his arm but aren't so lucky when you feel a wave of electricity shoot through your body, every muscle tensing up as you fall to the floor. "Fuck." You curse through gritted teeth as you force yourself to get up, looking at Natasha with desperate eyes as she hasn't left yet.

"Go!"

As the words leave your lips, both of you could almost see each other back on that mountainside, the dead bodies of the other girls littered around you as you kill another one for Natasha to escape. It felt like you were a teenager again, seeing Natasha teeter between staying and leaving as she stood at the treeline. A grunt of pain leaves your lips as one of the men shoves you into a desk, the wood breaking underneath you as air rushes out of your lungs. You've only taken down a few men, stabbing one of them in the throat with their own knife. As they start to overwhelm you, you take one last look at Natasha, seeing as she's taking one last glance at you as her hands rest on the window frame. As you lock eyes with her, you say one simple phrase.

"It's okay."

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Natasha isn't paying attention at all in the meeting the next day, not getting the image of your worried look out of her mind. “Romanoff, did you hear me?” Tony asks and her eyes glance upwards, the other Avengers looking at her as they await her answer. “Sorry, what?” She asks and Tony sighs, pointing towards a highlighted point in the mountainside. "From the information we've gathered, Bruce surmises that the next Hydra base is here, the building located about thirty feet below the surface." He explains and Natasha nods her head, her attention immediately being drawn when the word Hydra slips past his lips. "I was asking your opinion on how we should enter the compound without getting caught." Tony finishes, waiting for Natasha to give her input as he sees the gears turning in her head.

"It's the compound that they use for their experiments, right?" She asks and Steve nods his head, Nat sighing as she looks at the dot on the map. "Well considering that it's underground they only need security for the entrances and exits, probably have a few patrolling the perimeter..I think our best entry point is here." She says, standing up and pressing a pen to the western side of the mountain. "Of course, we always have the risk of getting caught but it's lower than just walking through the front door." Natasha explains and all of the Avengers nod their head, she's not a trained soldier but she's a damn good spy if they've ever seen one.

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"Nat, are you alright?" Steve asks after everyone clears out of the conference area, grabbing the assassin's arm before she leaves. "They've got her, Steve." She says and his eyebrows furrow. "Who?" He asks and Natasha sighs, looking up at the super-soldier. "Y/n. They took her last night." She explains and Steve sees the worry on his friend's face. "Do you think she's at the base we're going to?" He asks and Natasha shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, but if she is there I'm gonna tear up the whole place until I find her." She says and Steve nods, seeing the determination in Nat's eyes. "We'll get her back Natasha." He says and Nat grins a bit, "I know."

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It's easy, almost too easy, getting into the Hydra base, Natasha only taking out five guards patrolling the area and guarding the entrance. "This doesn't feel right to me." Steve says as they head towards the entrance, the fresh snow crunching under their boots. "Nothing ever feels right to you, Cap." Hawkeye says as he flys overhead, making sure no Hydra agents get the jump on the pair. Natasha only quirks her head to the side when Steve makes eye contact with her, agreeing with both men as they reach the entrance. Natasha scans the entry card that they swiped off the guard and the door opens, immediately granting them access into the underground base.

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"Give her a sedative." One of the doctors commands as you continue to struggle, hitting anything you could reach as they try to strap you onto a stretcher. They've been touring and interrogating you the entire night, bargaining for information instead of brainwashing you.

"We saw that Avenger in the motel, tell us what you know and we won't wipe your memory." They say but you only clench your jaw and stay silent, ripping yourself from their grip each time they try and contain you.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" You grit out as you knock one of the men unconscious, kicking the stretcher away from you as you watch the doctor run to grab a sedative. Your body is covered in blood and bruises, still putting up a fight since you were taken a day ago. Getting shoved up against the wall you cry out in pain, your head getting aggressively slammed against the wall. You don't even realize the doctors came back with a sedative until you feel the prick of the needle in your neck, your vision going blurry as the fight leaves your body.

You don't put up a struggle as they drag you onto the stretcher, strapping your arms and legs down as everything moves in slow motion around you.

You know where they're taking you. You know you're about to get brainwashed.

As they push you down the hallway, you slowly close your eyes and try to burn the image of Natasha's face into your mind, feeling slightly calmer as you think of her wrapping you up in her arms and telling you that everything is going to be okay.

The next time you open your eyes, you're strapped down into the metal chair that they use for brainwashing, feeling like you're a shell of a person as you look down at your restraints. They force a piece of plastic into your mouth as you blankly stare at the doctors in white coats, only one thing on your mind as they prep the machine.

Natasha.

A tear rolls down your cheek quietly as the restraints latch onto you tighter, forcing you to lay back as your breathing starts to get heavier.

It never gets easier, the brainwashing, knowing that you'll only be a puppet to Hydra with no free will.

The metal paddles clamp around your head and your heart rate spikes, hearing the doctors beside you start to say the words you always dreaded to hear.

"Snow."

"Sixteen."

"Red."

With each word, you could feel the control leaving your body, bracing yourself for the pain that's going to come next.

"Ballet."

"Redback."

"Knife."

A scream rips from your throat as pain surges through your body, the machine being activated and making you pull against the restraints. Your vision fades in and out of focus as you continue to scream, every muscle in your body tensing as the brainwashing takes over.

You try your best to fight the pain, your mind trying desperately to hold onto the memory of Natasha as your trigger words reach your ears.

Natasha.

Natasha..

Natasha..?

Natalia?

Natalia..

No, it's Natasha.

Nat?

Natasha.

Natalia.

...

...

who?

Your eyes are blank as the machine finally releases you from its grip, a scientist having a pleased look on his face as he walks up to you. "Just to make sure this doesn't happen again." he says before commanding you to put your head forward, gripping your hair as he presses a cool metal gun to the back of your neck. With a click you could feel something being put into your neck, the new object feeling irritating under your skin. It's a small chip, maybe a quarter wide, and it's now attached to the nape of your neck, the needles embedding into your skin to make sure it stays in place.

"Are you ready to comply, Agent 809?" He asks and you nod your head, suddenly hearing alarms go off that there's been a security breach in the compound. "Say the word, sir, your wish is my command." You say and he grins, grabbing your chin. "Kill the Avengers." He says and you look at him in the eyes. "Main target?" You ask and he thinks for a moment, looking at the Hydra officers before looking back at you. ''The Black Widow."

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Natasha hears your screams ring through the compound and she feels her blood run cold, Steve grabbing her arm before she could do anything stupid. "Natasha, don't." He says in a harsh whisper and she shakes her head, pulling herself from her grip as she continues to move down the hallway.

She quickly takes down the next few guards that she sees, not using her bullets yet so they don’t cause the rest of the base to be alerted of their presence. That plan doesn’t last long though when a guard gets the upper hand on her, causing her to shoot two bullets into his chest and making him drop. As soon as the shots are fired, alarms go off across the compound, causing Natasha to curse under her breath. “Language.” Steve says and Natasha rolls her eyes, picking up her gun and racing down the hallway to try and find you.

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Natasha kicks down a set of double doors and shoots the people inside, scanning the room for any sign of you. They've gone through 95% percent of the compound and haven't found you yet, Natasha getting more and more anxious as time goes on. "I heard her, I swear." She tells Steve each time they clear an area and come up empty.

It isn't until she sees you strapped to the chair that she lets out a breath of relief, you seemingly normal accept for the cuts and bruises. "Y/n, oh god you're okay." She breathes out as she reaches you, seeing the dazed look in your eyes as she undoes your restraints.

"I'm sorry." You whisper out in a last-ditch attempt to warn her before your chip clicks on. "Sorry? You're sorry for what?" Natasha asks but doesn't get a chance to reply before you knock her backwards, tearing out of the remaining restraints as you stand up.

The wind gets knocked out of Natasha and Steve gets into a fighting stance, you not even giving him a glance as you head towards Natasha. Steve quickly intervenes and throws his shield at you, your hand sticking out to grab it before tossing it to the floor. "That's all you've got, Capitan?" You sneer teasingly as you grab a knife from the table, getting a swing on him and clipping him in the cheek.

The super soldier quickly hits back though, kicking you in the stomach and making you stumble back. You quickly grab one of the cords that was attached to a computer and you wrap it around the Avenger's neck, maneuvering yourself so that you're behind him and pulling tight.

Stumbling backwards, he throws himself up against the wall, successfully breaking your grip as you get pinned between the wall and the Avenger. Steve quickly turns and pins you up against the wall by your neck, pulling his fist back to punch you. "Steve!" Natasha hisses out his name harshly and he turns to look at her, temporarily forgetting that you're brainwashed. He groans and tosses you to the floor, seeing the glowing chip on the back of your neck. You quickly get back up and go for Natasha, the redhead dodging your swing and making your fist go through the wall. "Y/n. Stop it." Natasha grits out as she grabs your arm and twists it behind your back, a hiss leaving your lips as you feel your muscles pop.

"Who. the fuck. is y/n?" You spit out as you maneuver yourself around and hit Natasha back, grabbing her throat and tossing her up against the wall. "They want me to kill you, so that's what I'm going to do." You say as you grab a beaker besides you, breaking it to create a shattered edge. You're about to swing the bottle when Steve comes up behind you and hits the back of your neck with his shield (and you swear later on that if he did it any harder your neck would have snapped). A cry of pain leaves your lips as the chip sparks and you stumble forward, your head bowing into Natasha's shoulder as pain surges through your body. Natasha freezes as she sees your shoulder slump, a small whimper of "Natasha." leaving your lips as the chip short circuits. "Y/n?" She asks and she sees your hand come up to grip at the back of your neck, your other hand dropping the shattered beaker. "Nat. The chip." You breathe out as you feel it starting to take hold again, pushing yourself away from her as your mind clouds over again.

"Steve, hit the chip again." Natasha commands and Steve nods his head, watching as your shoulders tense up again as you attack Natasha. She quickly blocks all of your hits and flips you over onto the floor, you quickly gripping onto her arm and pulling her down onto the floor with you.

The chip sparks again and for a second you regain control, scrambling up to the control panel and enabling the emergency demolition program. "What are you doing?" Steve asks and your jaw tenses, shutting all of the Hydra officers inside by locking all the exits except one. "I'm blowing this place up." You mumble, jaw tensing as the chip revs up once again. "I've locked all of them in, if you go to exit c9 that'll be the only one unlocked so you can escape." You say as you lock all of the doors inside of the compound, keeping all of them in place so they can't run.

"What about you?" Natasha asks as she gets up from the floor, looking at the chip flicker on and off. "The chip will take over sooner or later, I'd rather die in this explosion than let them use my body again." You say as you grip the side of the table, everything in your body being split in two with each side fighting to take control. "No you're not, we're getting you out of here." Steve says and it genuinely surprises the both of you, the man in stars grabbing your arm as you slam the button down to activate the explosion.

T-minus: two minutes

"I don't deserve to get out of here." You shake your head as you look at Natasha's neck, now bruised with your handprint as you wince. "I've hurt you, I've hurt her, I've hurt so many people. All of it is on my hands." You say and Natasha shakes her head, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it gently. "I've left you once, Y/n, I'm not letting you go again." She says and you think for a moment, alarms blaring around you as you see the pleading look on her face. "Alright." You whisper, allowing Natasha to pull you out of the room as Steve follows close behind you.

You run down the hallway as you guide the two other Avengers towards the exit, quickly taking out any Hydra agents that gets in your way.

"There! There it is." You call out as you see exit c9, all three of you running towards it as the speakers count down.

T-minus: thirty seconds

The chip fully kicks back into gear as your eyes widen, your strides slowing down as it feels like someone wraps restraints around your body. "No, no no no. Please not now." You beg to yourself as both Steve and Nat notice, your eyes turning dead as your legs start to carry you away from the exit. "Oh no you don't." Natasha grits out as she tackles you, dragging you towards the exit as you fight against her.

Twenty five..

"Let go of me!" You hiss as you tear from her grip and Steve lingers near the exit, watching the interaction happen as a metal curtain starts to descend over the only open exit. "I'm taking you home, Y/n." Natasha says as she grabs onto your body, Steve moving to keep the door open as he calls the two of you to move.

Nineteen..

"Steve! Go!" Natasha yells out as she drags you towards the exit, blocking each hit you try and swing at her. Steve shakes his head and calls out over the alarms, "I'm not leaving you two!"

Natasha looks at him and shakes her head, being only ten feet from the exit. "Just go! I'm right behind you." She says and Steve reluctantly steps through the exit, the now dented metal sheet continuing to close on the two of you.

fifteen..

fourteen..

"Y/n please, stop fighting me." Natasha begs as you tear out of her grip again, heart-pounding as the alarms fill her head. "Why should I listen to you? You left me. You were everything to me and then you just left me!" You ask harshly as you see the tears in her eyes, Natasha seeing the real you starting to break through. "I didn't want to leave you, Y/n! I'm sorry!" Natasha's voice raises a bit in volume. "I wanted you to come but you were stubborn and stayed behind for me! You stayed behind and when I went back to you..you were already gone." She says and the gears turn in your head. "Then why are you here? Why are you going through so much trouble for me when you have a perfectly good life out there?" You ask, your body still tense as Natasha looks at you with an open mouth. "Because.."

Five..

Four..

"Because.."

Three..

Two..

"Fuck." Natasha doesn't finish her thought as she grabs you and holds you close to her chest, turning you so that your body isn't the closest one to the blast.

One.

The explosion shakes the ground as the two of you get tossed through the air, your body hitting the metal door with a thud. The ground shakes above you as the base comes apart, Steve pulling the metal curtain open and dragging the two of you out into the snow.

Natasha is coughing fiercely as the smoke and dust enters her lungs, gripping onto you for dear life as she feels Steve dragging the two of you out. Your blood stains the snow as Natasha sits up, heart dropping to her stomach as she sees your head loll back limply.

"Shit, Y/n!" She says as she taps on your cheek, blood running down her temple as she checks for signs of life. Your heartbeat is slow and your breathing is labored but you're alive, that final hit allowing the chip to fully break in half on the back of your neck. "It's because I love you, you idiot." Natasha whispers as she gently kisses your temple, Steves's jaw setting as he sees the little interaction.

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The next time you wake up, you're in a sterile white room, your heart rate spiking as you think you're back in the Hydra lab again. Trying to push yourself up, your hands get stopped by restrains, the same straps tying down your legs. Swallowing thickly, you look around the room, the atmosphere making you feel vulnerable as you try and undo the restraints. A door opens to the right of you and panic seeps into your bones, thinking that it's a doctor coming in to run experiments on you again.

"Hey, it's okay." Natasha's soft voice reaches your ears as she comes over and undoes the restraints, gently freeing your legs and wrists before looking up at you. "I'm sorry, Bruce put them on for precaution." She says with a soft smile, taking a knee beside your bed so she's at eye level with you. You don't say anything as you move to hug her, your head immediately finding residence in the crook of your neck as you take a shaky breath. Your body aches and you're pretty sure you look like shit but you're so fucking happy that Natasha's here.

"Nat." You whisper softly as Natasha's arms quickly wrap around you, being careful to not hurt you as she closes her eyes. "I'm here, moy golub', I'm here." She whispers and you almost break down at that nickname, your arms tightening around her. "You're safe Y/n, you're free." She whispers and your mind can't even process her words, your only thoughts being how nice it feels to be wrapped up in Tasha's arms again.

When you pull away, there are tears in your eyes, Natasha gently wiping them away and kissing your cheeks.

"YA lyublyu tebya."

I love you.

The words slip from your lips before you could even process it, your eyes widening as you see the unreadable look on Natasha's face. "N-Nat, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off with a kiss, gently pressing her lips to hers as she grins.

"ya tozhe tebya lyublyu."

I love you too.

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"Should we do something about that?" Tony asks as the team looks through the one-way mirror they placed in your room, seeing Natasha climb into your bed and pull you into her chest. Your eyes close as you contently settle yourself into her, Natasha's hand rubbing circles along your back.

"Give them a break Tony, it's not like she's going or hurt anyone." Steve says as Bruce holds up the chip implant, "Yep, no more brainwashing for her." He says as the rest of them look at the two of you, never seeing Natasha this content until now.

[ashatasha]

parents sending me emails about grades on top of usual everyday asking through family chat so im just gonna casually,,,, die, nice knowing yall

[spacedadpicard]

001| star trek for the questions pls!

thank you, anon!

once again, included a read more for length.

Favorite character: [gestures to URL] captain picard, of course! my space dad. in the words of tasha yar, if there was someone in this universe i could choose to be like, someone who i would want to make proud of me, it's him

Least Favorite character: of the main crew, probably geordi. i love the guy, but in some of his episodes he can come off as a bit creepy/entitled with women. thanks, 80s/90s writing.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): will/deanna, beverly/picard, deanna/beverly, picard/vash, picard/q.

Character I find most attractive: will hehehe.

Character I would marry: also will! i think he'd balance out my more gloomy side.

Character I would be best friends with: data. that neurodivergent solidarity. i also think i'd get on well with deanna.

a random thought: i wish i could say i'd be best friends with tam elbrun, but he'd hate being around me because my brain is a hellscape.

An unpopular opinion: i guess it depends which area of the fandom you're talking about. but i STRONGLY disagree with people who think will's just a womaniser. i also love both deanna and beverly where a lot of people find both boring.

My Canon OTP: will/deanna <3

My Non-canon OTP: i guess picard/q? but also like. i don't know. because, that being said, i'd rather they remain non-canon. i prefer their relationship being one based on subtext, both because i struggle to see picard going in for a relationship with q and because i struggle to see q in anything even remotely similar to a human romantic relationship.

Most Badass Character: picard. he has badass brain power.

Most Epic Villain: mm. if we're talking about singular villains, then i would say gul madred. i don't know if 'epic' is exactly the word i'd choose to describe him, but i think the casting is absolutely flawless. as harrowing as 'chain of command' is, i love watching it just for the scenes between him and picard.

Pairing I am not a fan of: geordi/data... this could have gone in unpopular opinion, i think, hahaha. i just prefer the two of them as friends. they give me Friend Vibes way more than they give me romantic vibes.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): oh, lawrd. like. every female character on the show and also geordi. deanna's treatment infuriates me the most, though. she has so much potential as a character and the writers waste it.

Favourite Friendship: ohhh that's difficult. i love literally every friendship on this show. in the end, though, i'd have to go with picard and will.

Character I most identify with: hmm. there are aspects of most of the characters i identify with. in a recent reward of 'tin man', however, i found myself really connecting with tam elbrun and his feelings of loneliness and isolation. neurodivergence strikes again!

Character I wish I could be: honestly, i don't know if i'd want to be any of the main bridge crew. i just wanna be, like, one of the crewmembers working away in the background. just lemme live on the enterprise!

[arthurian-owls]

WHOAH IVE BEEN HIT BY THE BEAM!!

Formatting on my phone sucks and idk how to do it but let's go!!! :>

Last Song: uhh the song that I woke up to from my sleepytime playlist I suppose! Vanilla Curls by Teddy Hyde.

Currently reading: ohhh I procrastinate and jumb between books so right now it's a gahoole book (I forgot which one), The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri (10/10 BY THE WAY I ADORE FANTASY BOOKS NOT BASED IN EUROPEAN FANTASY), and Land of the Lustrous volume 12!

Current Fic: a man's ao3 history is between him and god. (I'm re-reading the For The Want of a Nail series by Clouds- if you like my hero academia it's 100000% worth checking out)

Currently watching: Hannibal! I as a viewer keep falling for his "I'm not like other therapists, I'm a COOL therapist" act, despite knowing that he is not a good person LOL. I'm also re-watching Bones!

Next on my to-watch list: I kinda wanna re-watch something I'm already familiar with, so I'll probably just re-watch (and maybe finally finish) Kamisama Kiss unless something else catches my attention before that!

Current obsession: guardians of gahoole, as always! That and stardew valley, which I have developed an unhealthy attachment to.

Aw man uh idk if I can remember nine names off the top of my head and I just woke up so I'll just tag a few people! No pressure to join :3

@curious-sootball @demimonde-semigoddess @kielianleague

9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by, @inquisitor-apologist 👀 thanke

Last song: Wonderful Night by Fatboy Slim - I was watching Flushed Away for old times sake and the song was in the credits :D but like as for a song I was listening to deliberately last, then that'd be Red Flags by Tom Cardy... don't ask.

Currently reading: Hot Money - Dick Francis, well more like it's the next one on my reading "to do list", it's one of the few Dick Francis books I haven't read yet, so I'm really looking forward to it >:) always up to suffering with Francis' horse plinkos

Current fic: Across The Galaxy by Greencharacters on AO3 because I need all the Kanera fics inserted directly into my bloodstream-

Currently watching: the Ahsoka show! I love it so far no mention of Kanan??? I MEAN, I love all the Spectres popping up 👀 I'm saving my thoughts on it until after it's finished telling its story - in the words of mister Tolkien "We must not be hasty."

Next on my watch list: Mm, likely Loki, I think the new season comes out a week after Ahsoka ends. Also hoping Lego Ninjago's second half of the new season will come out soon, so that's in the cards as well :D otherwise... maybe His Dark Materials. I think there was something new for that as well? But I'll probably have to rewatch the whole thing, I can't remember where I ended up oop.

Current obsession: Kanan Jarrus :) currently trying to continue with my Inquisitor!Kanan AU without feeling guilty about it- also thanks to @vinniehorrible I am now overthinking the possibility of Marrok being Kanan or a clone of his... it's complicated- and I might explore it on my art blog later. I'm forever of the delulu clan.

Aight, time to pop up in 9 people's notifications

@strige-art @aviandistressmachine @loth-creatures @anoray @kanerallels @starrysyndulla @tobytost @astralalmighty @speedythecat

[neurodivenport]

ohhh my god i was watching criminal minds the other day and tasha's actress was playing a very small role in it and i almost pissed myself