#Black Widow 2021

[scar-lie]

Distraction (Natasha)

Summary : you make sure Natasha finished her paperworks before tomorrow

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Nat has penis, creampie, oral, cockwarming, little bit of daddy kink

Word count : 1,297

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Natasha groans while gripping the edge of her table so hard that her chuckles are turning white.

"Fuck…mmhhh,” she moans, then starts to gather your hair into an oonytail and starts to thrust her hips into your mouth.

“That feels good,” she sighs, feeling how warm and wet your mouth is. Then you massage her balls, making her a little bit tense but in a good way.

“Don't baby….shit, I’m going to blow if you keep going that,” she whispers, stopping her intrusion.

“Then do it...” you whisper after you pop out her cock, then start to give her a sloppy handjob.

“I’m going to swallow it,” you smirk, and she looks down at you with a smirk too.

“Oh yeah, why don't you give me a show” she sat down on her chair, then lean back.

You happily obliged, then started to lick her length, then sucked the tip of her cock, making her groan.

“I know you're near, honey,” you whisper before you take her length and start to bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and massaging her balls, which leaves her a moaning mess.

“God, Y/N...shit that feels good,” she groans, bucking her hips to meet you halfway, but you push her hip down, making her whine.

“Stay still...” then you switch to her balls and suck it; she moans, gripping the handle of her chair, and throws her head back.

"Shut, it's coming fuck! "You quickly pop out her balls, then go back to sucking her tip and jacking the rest of her length until she cum in your mouth that you happily swallow every last bit.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she keeps moaning, then when she stops, you swallow the last cum on your tongue, then show her that you swallow, making her twitch.

“Fuck baby, I want to fuck you so bad...” She whispered, and you chuckled at her and sat on her left leg.

"Well, you still have work to do... or do you want Fury to be in the bad mood tomorrow?” she groans and rolls her eyes. She's been working for 8 hours straight, no break, in her office, and it's making her nuts. All she wanted to do was just lay down and rest.

You chuckle and then smirk when an idea pops up in your head, making Natahsa look at you, curious. 

“How about this...” You pause then run your fingertips on her still hard cock; that's gain still twitching.

“I’ll reward you once you finish this paperwork, huh? "She is still confused but loves the idea of reward.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to do to me... anything,” she quickly smirked when she heard the word anything, and it gave her a boost to finish her paperwork.

“Anything? Are you sure?” you softly smile at Ger and Hum.

“Yes anything…. Anything my love wants...maybe a...creampie? "You whisper the last word in her ear, and she quickly drags the chair to the table, ready to start her work.

"But...” she stopped before she could touch her keyboard, because, you know, there's no stopping her once she touches the keyboard.

“Of course, I’m not going to let you have it in an easy way,” she whined, and you chuckled, but she agreed neither the less. 

“What's the but? "You stood up and took off every piece of clothing you have, leaving you naked in front of her.

"Sexy,” she whistles, and you chuckle. After years, her reaction is still the same.

Then you straddle her and hover your entrance above her cock; she rests her hands on your hips, eyes looking up at you.

“I wanna give you a taste of the reward... I'm going to cockwarm you, baby,” she twitches and grips your hips, which will probably leave a bruise tomorrow.

Fuck yeah, come on so I could fill you up.” You didn't waste another second and quickly went down to take her length.

It's not easy since she's bigger than what you've had before but bearable, but still, it takes you time to fully seat her in you.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good shit,” she lightly bowed her lips when you already took her in, so you took her face and made you look at her.

“I’m sorry, love, but no moving. You clench around her, and she rests her head on your right shoulder. 

“But it feels so good,” she whispers, and you chuckle.

"Sorry, but the fun will be after your paperwork,” she groans, finding the situation unfair but still wanting to have that reward.

"Fine,” then she starts to work again.

This is the first time you let her in without a condom, so you know it will be hard for her to focus, but still she works, even though she needs to stop once in a while.

After 2 hours of you teasing her, bucking your hips, clenching around her, and kissing her neck, you even leave some hickeys that Natasha doesn't really mind; she finally finished. 

“Finally finished,” she throws her hand up, and you chuckle, seeing how happy she is.

“And now, I’m going to claim those fucking rewards now,” she quickly wrapped her arms around you and stood up, cockstally unside, then moved to the bedroom.

“You really have so much energy, huh? "She chuckled, then laid you down on the bed and took off her shirt.

“Of course... It's baby time... and I’ll get to fill you up this time,” you nod. Play her baby hair on the back of her neck.

"Yeah, you like that idea,” she said, then started to slowly thrust her hips.

“Hell yeah,” then she took your left knee and hooked it on her shoulder, then the other hook it on her arm, making sure you're spread wide open for her.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moan, feeling her reach your pelvis and clenching around her.

“Gosh, fuck, I need more,” then she leans down and starts sucking your niople, making you moan while she sets a fast and hard pace.

“Fuck fuck that feels good, Daddy more...” you moan, throwing your head back and start clawing her back.

“Fuck fuck you feel so fucking good.” She reaches down and starts to toy with your clitoral area, and you start to shake, feeling how close you were. Natasha sits up and takes your hips and brings your hips up and starts to fuck you hard, making you grip her wrist and toss your head.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” you scream, moan, and squirt at Natasha, but Natasha didn't stop; she kept the pace and made sure to meet you halfway, making you whine and moan a mess from overstimulation.

“Nat fuck wait...oh god,” she said, taking the two pillows next to you and placing them under your hips, making sure your hips are elevated.

Then she leans down, nipping, biting, and sucking your neck, making sure she leaves marks as much as possible.

“God, you feel good around me, shit.” She groans. Her hips are getting sloppy, so you wrap your legs around her and start to help her reach her orgasm.

“Gonna cum oh fuck fuck fuck.” she screamed and cum deep insider you while she buried her face in your neck.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whisper when she stops, then puts her weight on you, so you comb her hair, cherishing this moment.

“From now on, no condoms allowed,” she said, and she lay down next to you, making sure she wouldn't pull out, and positioning you in a spooning position.

“Sleep baby, have some rest, and regain your strength.

Because I’m not done with you,” you chuckle, but close your eyes, sleeping while happily cockwarming her.

[sal-ki]

Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova in Black Widow (2021)

[amanda13parker]

Double Trouble 😉 Post Apocalyptic "What If...?" Nat & Black Widow Nat Sketch done for my dear friend @mostlymarvelsstuff I'm sorry for taking so long to actually get this done XD The lizard brain was hard to wrangle these past weeks.

[vinnieglossi]

Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow in BLACK WIDOW (2021)

[thesmallestgir1]

“I could be a good mother”

[lovelyy-moonlight]

Scarlett Johansson's wrap speech on her last day of filming 'Avengers: Endgame'.

[melinavostokoffkisser]

If Alexei, Yelena, and Melina don't get a family fight sequence to "Rasputin" in thunderbolts, then what is the point of all this

[thena0315]

Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Iron Man 2 (2010) The Avengers (2012) Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) Captain America: Civil War (2016) Avengers: Infinity War (2018) Captain Marvel (2019) Avengers: Endgame (2019) Black Widow (2021)

[oceanspirit9]

guilty as charged

[observeowl]

Second Chance | Chapter 20 - New Found Excitement

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When your father came back, dinner was almost ready. Your mother called out for you and Natasha but there were no replies. She tried again repeatedly until she was frustrated with your nonreplies. 

“Y/N, what are you doing? I have been calling you multiple times.” She entered your room and stopped after seeing you asleep cuddling with Natasha. “Well, that explains it.” She shook her head and went back down the stairs. 

“Where is Y/N?” Your father asked as he began eating. 

“Sleeping. It seems like she fractured her arm in an accident.”

“What?!” 

“She’s fine. I talked to her earlier. Her friend brought her home. And she’s asleep with the same friend. Seems like they are dating.”

“How did she get into an accident?” 

“The driver wasn’t paying attention.” 

Your father shook his head as he continued eating. “Who is she dating?” 

“Some friend from school. They seemed really close together. I think she has a great future ahead of her. She wants to be a lawyer.” 

“She? That means a girl? My daughter is dating a girl.” Your mother nodded her head. Your father remained silent for the remainder of the meal as he thought about the situation. 

A few hours after they finished their meal, you woke up feeling hungry and noted it was time to take your medication. “Are you feeling hungry?” Natasha asked next to you as you nodded sleepily. “Do you eat in your room or the dining room?” 

“Dining room.” You mumbled. 

“Alright, let’s go then. I’ll grab your medication for you at the same time.” She helped you out of the bed. 

She poured a glass of water for you as you went to heat up the food that your parents have left for you. 

“Hi, Mr Y/L/N.” Natasha said as he saw your father enter the kitchen to grab a beer. 

“Just Derrick is fine. I heard from my wife that you bought this?” He lifted the beer in his hands and she nodded. 

“It’s not much and I know it can’t take away the fact that I hurt your daughter because she was riding on my motorbike. But I hope you will give me a chance to date your daughter.” Natasha stood tall and confessed her intention about you to your father. 

“And what if you hurt her again?” He questioned.

“There is no again. If she’s hurt because of me in the future, I give you the permission now to ruin me. You can cause a scandal, shame me in public and I will not retaliate.” He narrowed his eyes before taking a sip of his beer and left. 

“Not too bad. But I will also remember your words.” You said as you took the plate out of the steamer and she quickly nudged you aside and took it out of your hands. 

“Sit down. I will take care of it.” She brought the dishes to you and even brought your ice tea to accompany it apart from the water for your medication. “Can you handle it? Should I feed you?” She asked, seeing how you have to use your left hand to scoop the dishes. 

“Maybe not feed me in front of my parents. Just help me put the food on the spoon.” She nodded and quickly helped take a bit of each before placing the spoon down for you. “You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. You’re not going to last that long otherwise, it’s going to be very tiring.” She shook her head immediately and continued her actions. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The dinner went as smoothly as it can get with one arm. Definitely slower than it used to be, with Natasha having to help you and for her own. 

“Are you free tomorrow, say 4pm? Want to come over to my house? Since I met your parents, it’s time for you to meet mine.” 

“Are we speed running this?” You raised your eyebrows. She could only cheekily smile as she nodded her head. 

“Do you think we can get married by the time we graduate?” 

“By the time we graduate?” You repeated to make sure you heard correctly. “That’s in a year’s time! We hardly have any time to prepare!” 

“So, that’s a yes? You’ll marry me?” 

“Maybe not if you’re going to ask me like this. I have standards, you know. Especially having done this once. I know what I want.” You retaliated. 

“That’s fine. Think about how you want the wedding to be. Just be prepared to say yes to the best proposal ever.” 

She stayed for a few more hours after helping you clean the plates and insisted on bringing you back to bed before leaving and saying goodbye to your parents. 

I’m home. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Nat texted you when she finally got in bed. She was ready to text you the entire night if you were awake but unfortunately, you were sound asleep by the time she texted. 

In fact, you slept for a long time until it was almost time for lunch and your parents had to wake you up. “Are your meds that strong?” They knew you liked to sleep, you were usually the type to wake up and continue lying on the bed, but this time, you were really dead asleep. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” You mumbled as you reached for your phone to check the time. You noted Natasha texted you last night so you gave her a quick reply before changing into your day clothes and heading down. 

“Natasha told us you’ll be heading to her house later?” Your father asked. 

You wondered how he knew but you figured Nat must have told them when she went to say goodbye yesterday. “Yeah.” 

“Do you need a ride there?” He asked. 

“Sure. I’ll give you the address when we head out later.” 

Waking up so late into the day meant that you only had to wait a few hours before it was time to head to Nat’s house. 

You don’t actually know the address to Nat’s house nor the landmarks around which could provide you with the address, but you remembered how to get there from your memories. Therefore, you ended up directing your father from the passenger seat where to go. 

“I cannot tell you what to do nor restrict you. Just don’t do anything you’d regret and cause me to do things I won’t.” He said before driving off as I got out of the car. It took you a while to understand what he was saying. It would be the closest thing he would ever say to show his care towards you. 

“Y/N! What are you standing there for?” You turned your head when you heard Nat calling for you. 

“I was just watching my father go.” You said as you approached her. 

“Come on, time to meet my parents officially, again.” She pulled you closer by the waist and didn’t give you anytime to prepare before bringing you in front of her parents. 

“Mom, dad. Meet my girlfriend, Y/N.” 

“Hi nic-” Before you were able to complete your sentence, Alexis brought you into a tight hug. 

“Y/N!! You must be the one that is keeping our daughter up last night. She couldn’t stop talking about you since this morning.”

“Dad! Don’t hug her too tight, she’s still injured.” She hurried to pull you back. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep her awake throughout the night.” You rushed to explain yourself. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just exaggerating. But Natasha was sure gushing about you since this morning. I’ve never seen her this motivated to clean around the house.” You turned to see Nat hiding behind your body in an attempt to hide her red face. 

“Whipped.” You heard Yelena’s voice from the stairs. “Hi, I’m Yelena. I’m the better and younger version.”

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You said as you watched Yelena circle and inspected you.

“Yelena!” Natasha pushed her away from you. “What are you doing? Stop being a creep.” 

“Well, I’m just seeing if she was the reason for your strange behaviour. You have been very weird since a few months back.” 

“That’s enough, Yelena. Let your sister and her girlfriend head up until dinner.” 

“Come on.” Natasha held your head and brought you up. She clearly has no problem showing public displays of affection.

“You know, if you ask me…” She turned around to face you as you entered her room. “I am really liking this life.” She said with a huge smile. “It gives me the chance to be fully in love with you from the beginning.” She gave you a quick kiss before pulling you to sit next to her on the bed. 

You felt bad for pouring water on her dreams but it wouldn’t be realistic to have the wedding by the time both of you graduate. “Nat…” You said as she flicked through Netflix for a show to watch. “I don’t think it’s possible for us to get married right after we graduate.” 

“What?” She looked at you like a kicked puppy. “You don’t want to marry me anymore?” 

“No… I do… But a wedding takes a lot of preparation and money which we both don’t have. Right now, our focus should be on our studies.” You tried explaining to her. You couldn’t bear to see her so sad and gently took her face in the palm of your hands. “But hey, but we can still get married, or maybe even earlier. We can sign the papers without having a ceremony. That’s a lot cheaper.” 

That seems to do the trick as her eyes light up. “I can call you my wife earlier?” You nodded and that had her smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“I gotta start planning for the proposal soon. Maybe I should get the papers ready so I can call you my wife straight away.” 

You laughed at her enthusiasm. “I’m not sure if we can do that, but I’ll leave the research to you, babe.” She nodded eagerly and started the show she had chosen. 

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” Nat asked you. 

“Should I?” 

“Why not? It’s the holidays. You don’t have anything tomorrow, do you?” You shook your head. “Then it’s decided.” 

You got comfortable in Natasha’s embrace as you watched the show that was being projected onto the wall. 

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@queen-of-chaotic-surprises @esposadejoyhuerta @gemz5 @natsxwife @dyslexic-dreamer @unexpected-character @eternalnight410 @leenasayeed @oh-thats-sad @skz-xii @gay-frogs-dancing-around @justspance

[scar-lie]

Omega Pt. 18 (Natasha)

Summary : you're annoyed at Natasha and took some memories with your family

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem Reader

Warning : Cut, bruises I think that's all

Word count : 2,132

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Cherrylemontober

{OMEGA PT. 17} {OMEGA PT. 18} {OEMGA T. 19}

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“Does it still hurt? "You gently sat besides her while she's busy tending to her wounds. You felt bad when she was quickly sent out for a mission when she got home; her bruises and her ribs weren't fully healed when she was called out for a day mission, and now there's cuts added to her already beaten body.

Of course she talked to you first before she was sent off, reassuring you and making sure that you're fine before she leaves again.

“Not much, but it still stings a bit.” It's been 2 days since she came home from the mission, and it hurts you every time you see her cleaning her wounds that Natasha tries to avoid showing you her bruises and wounds.

“Let me help you.” You took cotton balls and rubbed alcohol to clean the area of the wound on her right waist.

“I can do it, you know.” Natasha didn't stop you but watched you closely, but you shook your head determined to help her.

“I know, but I still wanna help you,” Natasha winces when you dab the cotton with rubbing alcohol on her wound.

"Sorry,” you whisper, but still continue with her hissing at the pain of the alcohol. Once you're sure that the area of her wound is properly clean, you dab a Povidone-iodine with a cotton ball on her wound. After that, you patch her up, moving to the next wound, and do the same until she's all done.

“Thank you,” she whispers, putting on a shirt. She groans when she stretches her limbs, but a sudden frustration gets into you, making you roll your eyes at her.

“What? "Natasha asked, catching your sudden change of mood and turning to face you.

“Tell me,” she whispers, taking your hand and giving you a small smile.

“Nothing, I’m just annoyed,” she said, moving forward, sitting in front of you, and looking you in the eyes.

“Why are you annoyed? ”You close your eyes and look away, thus making Natasha chuckle at how cute you are.

“Don't look at me like that; I can't stay annoyed at you.” You cover your face with your hand.

“Then look at my face, love; I don't want you to be annoyed at me.” She slowly peels off your hands, and you pout at her with a frown.

“Tell me, why are you annoyed? ”You sigh and move to her lap, resting your head on her shoulder, and Natasha quickly wraps her arms around you.

“Cause you're reckless, you always come home with injuries—not just some injuries but serious injuries,” you whisper, scolding her, and she runs her hands through your hair.

“I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll be more careful next time,” you sigh in relief, closing your eyes and turning your head so you're smelling her scent.

“Guess who will be going to the carnival? "She whispered, and you frowned, leaning back to look at her.

“Who? "She gives you a peck and squeezes your hips.

"Us,” she smirks, but you frown, not loving the idea.

“But you're injured; we can't walk around the carnival in your state, plus who will be looking for the pups? ”You start to play with her baby hair at the back of her neck; that gives Natasha some comfort.

“Don't worry, I’m good to walk around and do some activities; Helen approved, plus the team will be with us; they offer to look after them.” You're still not convinced, so she keeps stealing a kiss until you're chuckling.

“Stop, ok, ok, but still you need to take breaks once in a while, ok? "She salutes you, and you roll your eyes at her.

“Yes, whatever my love said and commanded,” you smile and peck her.

“Ok then, jno extreme rides, even the bumper car, you also need to sit at least 10-20 minutes." Natasha quickly makes a sour face, but you ignore it and keep looking at her.

"Ok, that's fair,” she mumbles with a pout, and you smirk at her when you remember one thing you need to forbid her.

“And no haunted house,” her eyes quickly went wide and looked at you.

“No haunted house? "You hum while nodding, but she still can't believe it.

“No haunted house for you! "You bump her nose with your pointer fingers, and she sighs in disbelief.

“But that's the best part and the only thing that makes me occupied since I’m not allowed in any rides except the carousel and ferris wheel,” she whines, but you shake your head.

"Then we were not going to the carnival.” You stand up and turn to walk away, but before you could turn around, she took your hips and made you stay.

“No, fine, fine, fine, I’ll do it,” she sighs in defeat, and you kiss her cheek.

“Thank you,” you softly whisper, and she smiles quickly, hugging you and resting her head on your stomach. You smile and comb her hair with your fingers.

“Anything for you, my love, anything,” she whispers. You smile, then look down at her.

You've never expected she'll be like this or your life will be like this, but all you know is that this is one step forward for the life you wanted for your family.

“I told you to get it easy! "You scold her and help her sit down on the bench, Wanda and Vision following behind you two, strolling the stroller, single stroller with Wanda and double stroller with Vis.

“You shouldn't push your body; Nat, Dr. Cho, give you permission, but still, your body isn't fully healed.” Wanda follows, then gives you a bottle of water, and you hand it to Natasha.

“No internal injuries nor stitches being ripped, just elevated breathing.” Natasha rolls her eyes on the two, and you glare at her, making her look down while calming her down.

She's been walking around for hours, trying rides when she gets the chance—when you're with pups, in the bathroom, or just her making excuse to go somewhere while you rest your feet—and as a result, her body was hurting, especially her wounds.

She hates to admit it, but she regrets not taking your words, and now you’re annoyed at her, and instead of you two having fun, your here scolding and glaring at her.

“I shouldn't have said yes earlier; you think I wouldn't know about you sneaking on rides.” You scold her while dumping the towel a little harsh to try off her sweat, then give her a painkiller that Dr. Cho prescribes.

Now Natasha is like a lost puppy, sitting besides you, head low, hands on her lap while she plays with her fingers and staying quiet, not wanting to add fuel to the fire she makes.

“I’m sorry, they are tempting,” she mumbles, for only you can hear, and you sigh.

“Were good here, Wands, Vis? Thank you, though. We'll have the pups later, for now you can go have fun,” you said to them with a smile, and they nodded at you.

“You sure, we wouldn't mind if we stayed here a little bit.” You shake your head and kiss the pup's forehead.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” With that, they bid their farewell, and once they are out of sight, you turn to Natasha.

“Stay here,” she nodded. You took your bag and went to the food stall to buy some food and brink for the both of you.

Once you get your order—burger, fries, two slices of pizza, and soda with a bottle of water—you get your tray with food to the table Natasha was sitting in.

“Here, eat it all.” You put her food in front of her, and you sat beside her and started eating your food.

“Eat now, Natasha, so you have strength,” you said when she's not touching her food and keeps looking at you.

“I’m sorry.” You look at her and sigh, then lean in, cupping her face and kissing her lips.

“It's ok, I understand, but I would appreciate it if you listen to me next time.” Natasha quickly peppers you with kisses, and you giggle.

“I promise,” she then lands the kiss on your lips with a smile.

“Now eat your food, so we can stroll around with the pups and get some pictures,” Natasha smiles, loving the idea of a family picture.

“I love that idea,” Natasha mumbles, and you smile, seeing the sparkle in her eyes that you've never seen before.

“So eat your food and rest your legs so we can walk around.” Natasha quickly finishes her food, too excited to take photos with her family, especially with her daughter.

“That's fast,” you comment, finishing your burger, then sliding your pizza and half fries to her.

“I’m full; I can't eat that anymore,” Natasha says, clicking her tongue five times, then looking at the food you push towards her.

“You shouldn't have ordered a lot if you can't finish your food; it's bad to waste food.” You pout at her, but she still took the food, but she sends you a knowing glare.

“I’ll eat this, but next time, get the only thing you can finish, ok? "You nodded while drinking your soda with a straw.

“I understand,” then you reach her face and kiss her lips with a smile.

Natasha sighed, then took a napkin, then started to wipe your face and mouth. You have some crumble around your lips with some sauce, then you have sweat on your forehead.

Once Natasha finished your food, you two quickly go around looking for Wanda, and you found them on the carousel. Wanda and Vis had the two boys, and Yelena has Natasha's princess. Then Kate and Peter are the ones in charge of guarding the strollers.

“This is a good spot to take a picture,” you point to the left of the carousel. Natasha quickly holds your hand and goes to Kate, knowing the ride will end soon.

“Kate, Peter, could you take us some photos over there?"Natasha asked, pointing to the camera on Peter's neck.

"Yeah, sure, Ma'am,” Natasha drags you to the spot, and she positions herself behind you.

“We will be having a family photo after their ride too.” You inform Peter, and he gives you two thumbs up.

“In count to three,” Peter informs, then Natasha quickly puts her arm around your neck, tilting her head to the left, then you hold to her arm and smile.

“1...2...” Peter counted, and Natasha smiled, putting her lips to your ear.

“I love you, my love,” she whispers to you, and your body quickly reacts, looking at her with a smile and adoration in your eyes, and that's when Peter presses the shutter, taking a complete, perfect picture.

“That's gorgeous.” Peter jumps with excitement when he sees how good and how you could feel the love in the photo he took.

Your eyes widen and you blush at the compliment Peter gives you, and when you look at him, he's showing Kate the photo, so you hide your face with your face.

“Don't be shy; you're really gorgeous, honey. One more picture, what do you say? "You look up at her and nod.

“But please, I want a decent one; just stand beside me; no more cheesy comment,” she chuckled and nodded at you.

"Ok, ok... Peter, could you do one more? "Peter smiled and nodded.

“Yes, whenever you're ready,” you wrap your arm around her left arm while she holds your other hand and leans in, smiling, then resting your head on her.

“That's sweet,” Katae awes; that's when the three with a pup come smiling.

“There they are,” you smile, taking one, then Natasha took the two boys.

“Come on, Peter, another one.” Peter quickly gets into position while the three pups are giggling, and he quickly snaps a photo once you two are ready.

“Is it good? "You ask, and he quickly opens the photo and goes to you.

"Yes, it is,” he shows you two, and you're mesmerized at the photo.

After many photos, the team decided that it's best to go home when the clock hits 7 p.m. They want the pups to rest peacefully, plus they are exhausted from all the rides, games, and walking. Of course every member has a picture memory; you all even took a photo in front of the carnival.

So here you are at the passenger seat, fast asleep while the pups are sleeping too in their carseat at the back, and Natasha is smiling, looking at the back, and to you, her hand is resting on your thigh, squeezing it.

She can't get rid of her smile no matter what; she just loves this day and is happy that the four of you are here.

[sylthrein]

365 films; black widow, 2021, dir. cate shortland

it’s a fighting pose. you're a total poser.

[hersterical]

Ever since the Black Widow movie came out whenever I’m trying to do something and it goes wrong, especially if somebody else is involved, I’ll say “We are both doing a really good job.” In a very bad Russian accent and then laugh like I’m the funniest person in the world

[peach-and-bugs]

Forever grieving that we never got a marvel film souly focused on Natasha and Clint and Budapest. I absolutely love Black Widow (2021) but I still can’t help feeling like it should have been a sequel film.

In my dream world, Natasha got her own film or a film that was shared with Hawkeye back during phase 1 or 2 that was focused entirely on how they met, the events in Budapest and how Natasha got out and was taken in by SHEILD. Because with all of the set up we where given, why did it literally take 10 years for us to truly learn her story! Our girl deserved so much better. She deserved to have her story told so much sooner

[fictionaltrvlr]

finally making some art again!! 🤍🫶

[the-widow-sisters]

No One's Favorite

Summary: An introspective look at Natasha's relationships with family over the years and that she is truly only one person's first priority.

Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: Wowza, it's been so long since I've written widow sisters stuff 😂 Hopefully I haven't lost my touch 😅

It feels good to finally post this one. I've had this in the drafts for a while, but I just didn't fully finish writing it until today 💖 I got inspired to write by @chargedlion's fic that was posted today 😂

I hope y'all enjoyed! Positive comments mean the world to me! 💗💗💗

   Natasha Romanoff was no one’s first priority.

   She never was, and she never had been.

   At least not except for when she had been succeeding in the Red Room training. But even then, it had been a passing moment of sweet respite in a barren landscape characterized by bitter unappreciation and frigidity.

   However, all of that had abruptly changed when Yelena had come stumbling into her life on chubby baby legs, adorable curls bouncing behind her.

   Natasha had not wanted to love her from the start. She had wanted to remain cold. To remain every bit of the fledgling young widow that she was intended to be and that she had trained relentlessly to be almost since her birth.

   Eight-year-old Natasha had not been one for love. She had never known what love felt like. Love had not been something that was achievable because it had never been something she could see right before her.

   Victory had been attainable and concrete. It had been something she could see in the blood of other young girls. In the gnashing of their teeth and the bruises on their skin as they crawled away to lick their wounds.

   However, she had never felt very victorious in those moments despite the sensation’s very real tangibility in the faces of her opponents.

   With Yelena, she had to find a new way to live. A new way to function. She had to be softer and the very thought of it had terrified her.

   The only thing that had pushed her to be that softer person that so deeply and inherently defied all that she had been taught was the fact that she was Yelena’s favorite.

   For the first time in her entire eight years of young life, she had been wanted. Truly wanted. And she had been someone’s favorite on top of all of that. She had been valued and loved of all things, and that had been something that she was simultaneously horribly terrified of and desperately starving for all the same.

   They had ended up living three heavenly years together. Yelena had received an endlessly loyal protector, and in exchange, Natasha had received all the affection, love, and devotion that she had craved all of her young life.

   Yelena had truly been her baby sister as far as she was concerned. She would take no other answers. If someone loved her this much and saw her as this great of a person, this someone was undoubtedly nothing less than a sister and true family.

   But then the three years were up, and Natasha had been flung back into the harsh, cold reality of her life.

   She had been— once again— nobody’s first priority.

   At least… To no one except for Dreykov.

   But being this sort of first priority had not been the kind that Natasha wanted. It had been harsh and unforgiving in its own manner.

   Victory had been tangible, but she soon had found a new sensation that was just as easily seen in its concreteness— it was submission. This one had been too tangible.

   It had been seen in the visits to Dreykov’s office after she had been called upon. In the knotting of her stomach and in the sense of disgust and humiliation she had felt after the visits.

   She had been someone’s first priority again, but it had not been right. It had not been the type of first priority that left her chest warm and her heart full, and honestly, if it did not give her that sort of feeling, she did not want it.

   And then, her time of being the favorite had come to pay off in the ultimate ceremony. It had been made out to be a reward. The ability to become the perfect agent in every manner. The ability to perform every aspect of her duties without any consequences.

   She had been stripped of her free choice, and more than that, she had been stripped of the chance to perhaps one day bring another little one in the world of her own.

   Once it was done, she had reassured herself with empty platitudes that she would not have been a good mother anyway. The Red Room simply would have taken her child, perpetuating her potential daughter into the same system as she had been in or taking her potential son and throwing him to the wolf packs of politicians searching for fresh meat.

   She had known that her latter reason would have likely been true, but the first part had been something that she could not exactly help but question, knowing the argument was weak in itself.

   But several years passed, and Natasha had found her opportunity to escape the cycle of submission.

   She had met Clint Barton and while she had been no one’s first priority in that situation for that moment at least, she had appreciated it for once.

   She had realized that it was safer to not be a first priority.

   It meant that there were no groping hands. It meant that there were no funerals disguised as ceremonies. It meant that there was no heartbreak. No attachment. No hearts on the line. Nothing.

   But then she had joined SHIELD and she had found herself partnering with Barton.

   And then she had become a first priority again. At least in the field.

   But she could handle that. It had been like being assigned with other widows. It was not uncommon to be unified in terms of being a team and having each other’s backs. That is, if the other widow was of high value in Dreykov’s eyes. He sometimes sent younger, less experienced widows with Natasha on missions, and she was specifically assigned not to interfere if unfortunate events transpired.

   So she and Clint had become a team and he was a high value partner, so she did her best to keep him alive. She had his back and he had hers, and it was a strangely well-matched partnership despite the fact that she knew as well as him that she was the most skilled.

   However, when it turned into something pertaining to actual value in their lives outside of simply just the fighting portions of missions…

   It had scared her. She had been terrified at first that he would try something with her.

   After all, Natasha had well-learned the ways of men. They were kind and gentle and sweet and full of compliments until they wanted something. Then they took and took with all of the roughness of bear claws attacking and ripping at the skin while she was expected to simply submit. Or even encourage it despite the sickness in the pit of her stomach and the numbness of her mind.

   The first time he had placed his hand on her shoulder, congratulating her, she had instantly stiffened, terrified that it was going to lead to something far less innocent. He had been confused and he had looked at her with such a genuine horror when she had hinted at the idea that she was taken aback at his reaction.

   It was at that point that she felt that maybe not all men were horrid human beings. She eventually even grew to trust him in a way that transcended merely missions. They began to talk more frequently about things that were not just related to work.

   For the first time since Yelena, she felt that maybe she was becoming a first priority in a way that maybe was not altogether horrifying. Natasha grew to enjoy his teasing, his kind smiles, and his occasional touches to her shoulders or upper back. He was kind to her, and while she was not used to it, she grew to love it all the same.

   But then she found out he had a family, and something within her was a bit hurt at the knowledge, despite the fact that she had never wanted any sort of romantic relationship with him or anything of the sort. She had merely thought that it was only them and that they were the only important people in each other’s respective worlds.

   When he had invited her to come to his home, she had been hesitant, but she was quick to agree despite her reservations. She did not want him to forsake her because she would not do this for him. They had grown close, and Clint was one of the only people in her world outside of Nick Fury. But Fury and her had a strange relationship.

   The day finally arrived that she came to meet his lovely wife and amazing kids. Laura was very kind to her, but of course, Natasha would have expected nothing less. She was married to the only fully trustworthy man that Natasha had ever known, so she naturally must have been a wonderful, deserving woman.

   But where Natasha’s heart truly softened was with Young Cooper and little Lila.

   She had started off somewhat afraid of them. She had not been around children— or at least innocent children like these— since Yelena. However, her reservations had quickly melted away with the first time that Lila had crawled over to her, looked up at her in such a way that reminded her so closely of Yelena, and had grabbed her leg where she was sitting on the couch. She had picked her up, and when the baby touched her cheeks softly, all of her walls crashed to the ground.

   It was with them that she realized she was capable of true softness and at least some semblance of humanity. She let them do whatever they wanted with her, her heart almost instantly falling into their small hands. Lila would play with makeup and fix her face, and she would go rock and flower-collecting with Cooper. She never argued with them or protested against their many frivolous whims, and Clint actually even had to try to convince her to actually put her foot down when it was something that Natasha did not want to do.

   But she wanted to do everything with them.

   Natasha could easily see that she was not first priority with anyone there, but Clint did not make her feel any less important despite the fact that she knew her boundaries. Clint had allowed her this piece of his world, and she was honestly thankful to have any shred she could get. It was something that made her feel almost like she did when she had her first “family.”

   As time went on, the Avengers eventually assembled, and it was with them that she had a work family. It was not perfect, and it was truthfully oftentimes a disaster, but she still loved them. It was another piece that she was trying to rely on to put together the puzzle of her broken heart. Despite teasing them often, she loved the boys. She would help anywhere she could, and she was always around at the tower when she was not on missions for Fury. She did all that she could to keep them together and keep them happy.

   But Natasha was not a first priority. Oftentimes, she was not even a second one with the Avengers. So when she fought to keep them together, they fell apart anyway.

   That was one of the lowest moments in her life.

   She was alone and on the run. She was an enemy of the United States and isolated from all the people she cared about. She had nothing and no one except for professional contacts.

   But that was when she received her package, several photos being the clue to precisely who was contacting her. It was then that she ran into Yelena again for the first time since they were pulled apart as children so many years ago.

   When Natasha had first seen Yelena on the other end of her handgun, she had felt like her heart might stop. Even though the years had hardened her into a murderous, fully-grown lethal weapon, Yelena had still grown into a gorgeous young woman. In fact, one of Natasha’s first thoughts had been that Yelena had never quite managed to grow out of those chubby cheeks.

   However, after all of the pain and all of the long-suffering she had endured over the past several years, she was scared to allow herself attachment to Yelena. Yelena was crass yet honest, and it was clear that she was angry with Natasha. Yelena was also attached to her even still. The anger was only a further indicator of that attachment.

   But it was easier for Natasha to put that thought away into a far, dusty corner of her mind so that she did not have to put a great deal of consideration into it. Natasha was angry enough with herself as it was. She was angry that she had not been able to do anything and that she had somehow managed to allow the woman that was once her sister to keep being abused by the organization that Natasha thought she had destroyed.

   However, it was much easier to be irritable in general and with Yelena than it was to stop and consider Yelena’s attachment to her despite all of Natasha’s failings. Natasha stopped to sufficiently hate herself at night, trying with everything she had to avoid chaining herself to the bed as she silently cried over everything that had happened to her and how alone she felt.

   The worst part about the entire thing was that she wanted Yelena to love her. To keep that attachment. Despite the fact that Natasha hated herself and felt that Yelena should hate her as well, she was still so selfish that she could not push Yelena away to make her hate her.

   It was best for Yelena to hate her, after all.

   Natasha was beginning to come to the conclusion that she was not loveable. Everyone she had forsook her or never took her as a first priority. She was never going to have someone that saw her as their most important person.

   But it was when Yelena selflessly sacrificed herself to kill Dreykov that Natasha realized she could not do it. She did not have it in her to make Yelena hate her or to push her away any longer. Something in her broke as she leapt after Yelena, freefalling, with the only thought in her mind being that she had to save her baby sister. She could not let her die.

   After fighting Antonia, Natasha had been so scared when she saw Yelena lying on the ground, the parachute having brought her down safely but Yelena still somehow being unconscious.

   And when those beautiful honey-green eyes opened to meet her own light greens, she broke down and told her what she should have said as soon as she saw her. Natasha dropped her guard and gave into the hurt, the need, and the love in her heart as she confessed the truth and her broken apology.

   Yelena had looked at her with such astonishment, such raw honesty, such pain, and such adoration that Natasha did not even know how to respond. She just looked at her, and when Yelena brought her forehead to her own, clambering into her as she initiated the best hug of Natasha’s life, Natasha grabbed on tight with no desire to ever let go.

   Yelena had whispered a soft thank you in her ear, but Natasha knew that she should be the one thanking Yelena.

   She finally had her person in her arms. And Natasha Romanoff was Yelena Belova’s first priority.

   She always was and she always would be.