#Black widow imagine

[arlana-likes-to-write]

First Christmas

Summary: Your new relationship with the Black Widow has you questioning if you should decorate for Christmas because of the red head's complicated past with the holiday.

Warnings: angst with fluff, mention of past trauma

Word Count: 2.4

As they said, you felt a little stuck between a rock and a hard place. Christmas was important to you. It was filled with fond memories of you and your cousins playing in the snow, opening presents early in the morning, and singing Christmas songs around a fire. Christmas meant family. It meant bright lights, white snow, and the smell of cookies. Christmas was your favorite holiday.

Now, you would be spending your holidays with someone else with a more complicated outlook on the holidays. Your relationship with the Black Widow was only a couple of months old. But you’ve known the Avenger for longer as your path crossed the team of heroes daily since you were Helen’s assistant.

At first, the redhead stayed far away from you and the medical team. It seemed common that she wouldn’t be part of the group to get her injuries checked out after a mission. You accepted that was how it was going to be. Until a solo mission left Natasha more injured than she could handle alone, you found her in the kitchen, barely able to stand due to blood loss. You brought her to her room instead of bringing her to the medical unit. You restitched her wounds, cleaned them, and were about to leave, but Natasha asked you to say. A friendship formed under vulnerability, and then a relationship bloomed.

So you sat in your apartment debating whether to decorate for Christmas. Thanksgiving was two days that you spent with your family. Unfortunately, Natasha was on a mission and was due back tomorrow. Some part of you wondered if she took that mission to avoid the holiday. After a rough mission, Natasha told you about her life in Ohio while you cleaned the superficial cuts she got. That mission was created by the Red Room to act like an American family. They filled out a photo album on one day of Christmas, Easter, and summer break to play the part. She told you that she would stare at the empty boxes under the tree and want to rip them open.

Was it a good idea to decorate for Christmas? Would it hurt her? Would it cause a fight, and you would never see her again? Sighing, you stood up from the couch. Fuck it. It was time to decorate for Christmas.

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Her whole body hurt as she climbed the stairs to your apartment, but knowing you were on the other side made it worth it. If you had told the Black Widow that when she defected to SHIELD, she would have someone to welcome her back after a mission, she would have laughed in your face. But you managed to worm your way into her heart. You broke down her walls. It made life less lonely.

Natasha used her key to open the door. It was warm compared to the weather outside. She hated the winter. Tugging off her boots and jacket, a sigh escaped her lips. She heard the sound of the shower and walked into your living room. The record player Helen gifted you was playing, and the Black Widow came face to face with the newest addition to your apartment.

A Christmas tree. The lights were bright and warm. The branches were decorated with red, green, and silver circular ornaments. There were some glass ornaments mixed within that Natasha was afraid to touch. When she took a deep breath in, the smell of pine filled your lungs. “You’re home,” your voice pulled her out of your thoughts and turned around to see you. Your hair was damp from the shower, and you were wearing a sweater that went to the middle of your thighs. “How was the mission?” You asked and closed the distance between you and her. Natasha saw your eyes scan over her possible injuries.

“I’m fine detka,” Natasha whispered. “Just the normal bumps and bruises.” It was a simple recon mission. “What is this?” She pointed to the tree over her shoulder but kept her eyes on you.

You glanced at the tree, then back to the Black Widow, and then to the tree. “It’s a Christmas tree,” you said. The redhead rolled her eyes and turned to face the tree. Tentatively, she felt you press your front to her back, and your arms went around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder when she didn’t pull away from you. She hated how much she felt at ease in your arms. “It’s tradition,” you continued. “In my family to decorate for Christmas after Thanksgiving.” You spoke slowly. “I debated back and forth if I should put it up. I can take it down if it’s too much.”

“It’s your apartment,” Natasha said. “Do whatever you want.” It was easier for Natasha to deflect than acknowledge how you cared about her emotions.

“It’s your home, too,” you kissed the side of her head. “So I can take it down. No harm. No foul.”

“It’s,” Beautiful. Overwhelming. Terrifying. All these words bounced around in her head, but they weren’t enough to describe all these feelings. “It’s real.” She finally spoke. She hoped you understood the meaning behind her words. This was real. Your relationship with her was real. Not fabricated by the Red Room. If she chooses, she could celebrate Christmas with you.

“Come on,” you squeezed her waist, then dropped your arms. Natasha pouted at the loss of contact. “You are home early. Dinner isn’t ready yet.”

You were incredible. Your heart was so good. Natasha worried she didn’t deserve it.

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Natasha was in trouble. You had been a thought in her mind that wouldn’t leave since the Christmas tree incident two weeks ago. Now, Christmas was next week, and Natasha was stuck on what to do. A mission request was in her hand, which would take her away for the holiday. The deputy director gave her the mission without a second thought because Maria knew Natasha wanted to be busy during the holidays. However, Natasha hesitated.

She had someone to spend the holidays with, and Christmas was so important to you. “You are thinking too hard,” Wanda appeared next to her and opened the fridge to take a protein shake out. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” she teased. Natasha huffed.

“I am just thinking about-”

“Christmas. That mission. Your girl,” Wand leaned against the counter across from Natasha. “Like I said you are thinking to hard.” The Black Widow rolled her eyes and stood from the chair with the file in her hand. “Wait, Nat. I just want to help.” Natasha stopped at Wanda’s voice but didn’t turn around.

“I don’t think I can be who she wants me to be,” Natasha admitted. Wanda sighed and walked over to her.

“She just wants you, Nat,” Wanda spoke softly. “She doesn’t want you to change.” The redhead walked over to the couch and slumped down. Her arm went up to cover her eyes, but she knew Wanda followed her and sat down. “Tell me what’s going on, Nat.”

“Why don’t you help yourself and look? You’ve done it before without asking.” The Black Widow snapped. She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. “Sorry,” she winched and removed her arm. “That was uncalled for.”

“It was,” Wanda deadpanned. “But as your friend, I’m still going to help.” Natasha hesitated. Yes, they worked through what happened when the young girl worked with Ultron, but Natasha was still guarded. There was no one else she could talk to about this, and you and Wanda were friends.

“I think I want to spend Christmas with her, but I don’t know how,” Natasha leaned forward and folded her hands. I have never celebrated Christmas before. I never had a reason. I never had anything real like this.” She felt her emotions get the better of her, but she swallowed it down. She remembered having to lie to her classmates about what she got for Christmas. She deserves a perfect Christmas, and I can’t give that to her.”

“Nat,” Wanda sighed again. “She doesn’t want perfect. She just wants you in any capacity. If you aren’t ready for that, then she will understand. Honestly, she would want to cuddle and watch movies with you.”

“And what do I get her?” Natasha questioned.

“I have some ideas,” the Black Widow looked at Wanda, who had a smile on her face. “What are you going to do about that?” She asked and pointed to the mission request. This was her out, her safe guard but deep down Natasha wanted a life outside of constant missions.

“I think Hill can find someone else to take my spot.”

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“You know,” you smiled at your girlfriend’s voice but remained in your current position. “Your back will kill you for how long you’ve been standing there.”

“That’s why I have a wonderful girlfriend who will give me a massage if I ask,” you said, hearing her scuff and closing the distance between you and her. Her warm hands went to the middle of your back and shoulder. She forced you to stand up straight away from the microscope. You moaned in relief, not realizing how sore you were. Her hands dug into the knots in your back.

“Maria gave me a mission,” you nodded and tried to hide your disappointment. Christmas was next week, and you wanted to spend it with her, but you knew better not to push.

“When are you leaving?” You asked as you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the feeling of Natasha’s hands.

“I declined the mission.” Your eyes shot open at her confession. Your brain scrambled over her last check-up. She wasn’t injured, even though you gave her an earful about not wrapping her hands properly before she boxed. Why would she refuse to go? All the time you’ve known the Black Widow, not even an injury would keep her benched. Slowly, you turned around in your girlfriend’s arms.

“Why did you decline the mission?” You asked. Natasha let out a shaky breath, but her green eyes looked at everything beside you.

“Because,” she finally spoke. Finally, her green eyes landed on you. “I want to spend Christmas with you.” It was impossible to stop the surprise noise that escaped from the back of your throat. Embarrassment washed over you, but Natasha ignored it. “Is that okay?” She asked instead.

“Yeah,” you whispered. That is amazing—incredible—everything you’ve wanted. But those declarations would scare her away. “That is okay.” Natasha managed a small smile, kissed you softly, and pulled you into a hug. You felt her heart beating rapidly against her ribs, and you knew your heartbeat matched.

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You were excited. This moment was everything you wanted, but as the clock counted down to Natasha’s arrival, you started to spiral. Talking with Wanda on the phone helped, but your anxiety was going to make you sick. You decided that a glass of wine was needed to help calm your nerves. There will be no cooking tonight, as you ordered Natasha’s favorite takeout. That was in the oven, staying warm. If Natasha was okay with that, you had everything in the fridge for a Christmas dinner. Everything was about making Natasha comfortable.

As you brought the wine glass to your lips, there was a knock on your door. You quickly ran to the door and looked through the peephole to see your girlfriend. She was shifting awkwardly with a Christmas sweater on and a few gift bags in her hand. “Hi,” you opened the door. “I like the sweater.” Natasha rolled her eyes and stepped into the apartment. You took the bags from her so she could take off her boots.

“A gift from Wanda” was a military green sweater with four black cats embroidered and various Christmas items they were playing with. You hummed.

“So I bet I can expect a matching one in my present,” you giggled and looked at the four bags in your hands. “Speaking of presents, who may I ask are these for?” You teased lightly.

“There are for my other girlfriend,” she deadpanned before snatching the bags out of your hands and headed for the Christmas tree.

You made your way back to the wine and waited. One second passed, followed by another. You watched Natasha stand up tall with a perfectly wrapped present in her hand. Your mother had you wrapping presents before you could talk. “Are these,” she paused. “For me?” You decided to tease her, closing the distance with your wine in your hand.

“No,” you smiled. “These are for my other girlfriend.” You used her words against her, but you saw the switch in her eyes from teasing to vulnerability. You put your glass down and covered her hands with yours. “Yes, these are for you. You can open them now or tomorrow, or you can throw them into the fire because it’s too much,” you managed to make her smile. “But these are real. This is real, just like how we will celebrate this very real holiday and how my-,” your eyes went wide from your almost confession. Natasha gave you a questionable look and gave you space to gather your thoughts. You sighed. “How my love for you is real.”

Natasha dropped the present, and it fell to the ground with a thud. A part of you cringed, but you knew it wasn’t fragile. It was worth it when Natasha pulled you closer, connecting your lips with yours. It took you by surprise, but you melted against her and matched the intensity of the kiss. She pulled away, keeping her lips close to breathe in the same air as you. “I-” the Black Widow closed her eyes. “I-” she couldn’t say it.

The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness, an emotion reserved for children. She couldn’t say a simple three-word sentence, but you knew her true feelings. Like everything with Natasha, she used her actions instead of her words. She said, ‘I love you,’ when she made sure you had lunch on a busy day, took care of her injuries, or massaged the knots in your shoulders. At night, her lips traveled across your skin. She let you in.

“I know, baby,” you whispered and kissed her again. Her hands moved underneath your Christmas sweater and traced the skin of your back. It was all too much and not enough. Natasha consumed all of your senses.

“Merry Christmas, dorogoy.”

“Merry Christmas.”

[blackkwidowed]

overstimming bottom!nat

i love the image of her thighs shaking like crazy, jaw slack, strands of red hair smeared across her forehead. she'll be panting between breaths of begs and pleas, and your name too probably

she loves the feeling of your mouth when she's overstimulated. it's soft, hot, familiar. nat's sensitive and squirming, and you do your best to hold her hips down tight against the mattress

oh, and the mess she'll make too- christ. i'm talking filthy, leaking all over your mouth, and your fingers when you decide to introduce her to them when her hazy mind has forgot and focused on your tongue. god, she tastes good too. and you'll tell her so. she might have the decency to blush, but you're more likely to get a smirk out of her

imagine having her tied to the bed actually as well. like, hands and legs all tied to different bed posts. she's spread out for you on the bed, clit pulsing, needy and clenching around nothing. just waiting for you because she knows, show knows you're not finished with her yet

also; using your fingers for a while too. laying between her legs, filling her with three fingers and watching as you fuck her slowly, watching her reactions but staring as your fingers split her too. one of the hottest sights you think, especially paired with the gorgeous, soft groans she releases when your fingers push in

one of your favourite things about her being tied down and overstimmed and quite literally shaking is the fact that even when she thinks she's done, you can always persuade her to give you one more with gentle pleas, lots of praise and some coaching

"i know you can cum again baby, i can feel you around me"

"good girl, c'mon, just one more for me"

[naturesapphic]

Hi! Would you be able to do a CEO!older!Natasha romanoff x Younger!fem!reader fic where reader is part of a startup advertising company while nat is the feared CEO of a well known advertising company and both met in a fancy wine bar only find out they’re business rivals in the advertising industry. Fluffy and some steamy smut please

Business rivals

CEO!older!natasha romanoff x young!fem!reader

Warnings: strict nat, fluff, smut

Word count: 1,002 :)

Walking into the bar, you were hit with the smell of alcohol and some type of fancy perfume. You walked up to the bar and sat down and ordered a strawberry martini. Feeling a presence behind you, you looked behind you to see a beautiful red head in a black suit and tie. “May I seat here?” She asks in a strict but kind voice. You gave her a smile and nodded your head. The red head smiled back and sat down next to you. “What are you having sweetheart?” The red head asked and you chuckled at the pet name she gave you. “A strawberry martini.” You replied and she shook her head. “Why don’t I buy you something stronger hm?” She suggested and you shook your head.

“No thank you. I need to stay as sober as I can. I have to go to work tomorrow.” You explained to her and she nodded in understanding. "I have work too but ! can just call out if I really need to." She smirked as she called over the bartender and ordered a bottle of vodka. Your eyes widen in surprise at her choice of alcohol and she just gave you a playful smirk and wink. The two of you talked for hours at the bar and learned so much about each other but what she was about to say now was something you weren’t expecting her to say. “I’m actually the CEO of stark advertising.” She confessed and you felt your whole face turn pale at her words. The redhead noticed how your whole demeanor change and she asked what was wrong.

“You work for stark advertising. You are Natalia Romanov, You are my rival!” You exclaimed with wide eyes and Natasha’s eyes widen themselves. “Shit…” she muttered under her breath while you sat there dumbfounded. “You are feared and an asshole..but getting to know you…the real you…I don’t see it…” you confessed to her and she looked into your eyes with a mix of mischievousness and softness in them. She got a little bit closer to you and carefully took one of your hands in hers, making you look up at her. “I really like you y/n. If you could just give me a chance…we can even go back to my place tonight if you want.” She suggested and you nodded, deciding to give her a chance.

~ at the house ~

You didn’t know how you were half naked on her bed with her on top of you but that’s what’s happening. Lips are connected and moving as you swiftly take off Natasha’s clothes. She was completely bare, her pale skin gleaming in the lamp light that was shining on the bedside table near the bed. Her short red hair that sits on her shoulders frames her face. You were in awe of her and she interrupted your admiration but leaning down and kissing your neck sloppily. You were a complete mess and she was barely doing anything to you. Natasha while kissing your neck and leaving hickies behind, was busy taking the rest of your clothes off, leaving you fully naked as well. Her bare body pressed up against your had you spiraling and not thinking straight.

Her gentle but yet firm touches and the smell of her hair, the softness of her body, the noises that come out of her mouth when you hit a certain spot, had both of you in a frenzy. Natasha was satisfied with your neck and started leaving kisses down to your breast. Your nipples harden by the coldness that filled the room and she took one of your pink buds between her lips, suckling softly. You bit your lip at the sensation and gently raised your hand to run your fingers through her red locks making her eyes snap up at you. She sucked on both of your nipples before kissing down to your stomach to your pelvis. She kisses all over your thighs until she got to your dripping cunt. Using her index and middle finger, she spread opened your lips, revealing your wetness and your throbbing hole.

Natasha smirked and licked her lips. “Is this all for me doll?” She said huskily that made your pussy clench. “Y-yes nat…all for you..” you whimper out, causing her to chuckle. She leaned down and attached her lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You let out a strangled breath and you shut your eyes tightly, feeling the pleasure all through your body, like a shock. She lapped at your pussy then went back to sucking on your clit, mixing the two together to get you to orgasm quickly. Which happened because not even a few minutes later you felt the tightness in your stomach and you let go. You came all in her mouth and Natasha greedily lapped it all up, not leaving a drop behind. You panted in the middle of the bed, recovering from the orgasm that nat just gave you.

“Fuck nat…” you breath out and Natasha let out a chuckle as she goes up and lays beside you, pulling your sweaty body to hers. “That was amazing.” You tell her as you roll over to face her, her arms still wrapped around your body. “I’m glad it was…” she said softly as she moves some of your sweaty strands of hair away from your face, causing your face to heat up. The two of you laid there admiring each other until y’all fell asleep in each others arms.

A/n: I haven’t been very good with endings but thank you @unlady-like-12-25-36 for the request! I hope you enjoyed it and that everyone else did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all :) special thing coming up this week ;)

[dontsearchformyaccount]

Y/n: I never realised lesbains were a thing as a kid

Nat:When we were 12 years old , you told Yelena you liked my blue hair and punched every girl that said something against it .

Y/n: Yeah they were afraid of me

Nat : They still are

[please-destroy]

Miscommunication and the Heartbreak Spy

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

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The world is complicated enough. You always liked to know the truth of things. It gave you something solid beneath your feet. A path to walk on, a place to be steady.

Natasha preferred the complicated world. 

Sometimes the truth is only what you choose to believe. 

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The first time you met her, Natasha told you a lie. 

It was the early hours of the morning. The party had stretched longer than you’d expected. You’d been hired by Pepper Potts nearly a year before. You’d never planned your career trajectory, but even if you had, attending a party filled with superheroes was beyond any expectation.

You made small talk for most of the night, gravitating to polite conversations that included other employees from Stark Industries. Then, you’d been called into a heated discussion. Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes debating the future of nanotech. 

You tried gamely to keep up, contributing your half assed opinions, relieved each time noone openly laughed at you. Occasionally, you even helped to sway the argument one way or another. Minutes bled together as you lost yourself in the sprawling debate. Your attention was only broken by Pepper’s hand on your shoulder. She offered you another glass of champagne. You took it gratefully, giving her a quick smile. 

You scanned the rest of the room and your heart jumped suddenly. You were the last Stark Industries’ employee left. The party was down to less than twenty people, congregating slowly closer together. 

You heard the booming laugh of Thor as he slapped Captain America jovially on the back. Elation and nerves warred inside you. This was every civilian’s dream. To truly see behind the superhero curtain. 

Still, you felt overwhelmed. 

You tipped the flute of champagne back, draining the liquid and muttering a quick goodbye to Pepper. You headed towards the nearest bathroom on the floor below. 

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, letting the reflected lights dazzle you. You splashed cold water on your face and counted to ten. 

You could do this. 

You took a deep breath and returned to the party. 

Pepper raised her hand in greeting when she saw you approaching. 

Maybe you were distracted, returning her wave. 

Or maybe, Natasha came out of nowhere. 

Her shoulder bumped your chest, pulling you up short. 

You blinked in surprise as you took her in. The black pantsuit had a plunging neckline. Her heels were notably high. 

Her long hair was a darker red than you’d seen in news reports. Her lips were a brighter shade of scarlet, drawing your attention.

She was touching your shoulders. 

‘I’m sorry.’ She murmured, voice melodic. ‘I’m running late.’

‘That’s okay.’ You whispered, feeling dazed already. 

Natasha smiled and you caught the genuine interest flickering behind her eyes.

‘What brings you here?’ She asked in the same smooth voice. Her fingers brushed the fabric covering your shoulder. 

‘Lucky accident.’ You said dryly, glancing down at her fingers. 

The glint in Natasha’s eye was almost predatory now. 

‘I’m Natalie.’ She introduced herself and you felt her hand slip into yours. 

The fake name settled in the space between you. The spell broke quickly. 

You snorted before you could help yourself.

‘Uh huh.’ You agreed sarcastically. ‘Sure you are.’

Natasha’s eyebrow raised in surprise. She stared at you with a steadiness that sent shivers down your spine. Your heart began to rabbit in your chest.

You startled when Pepper’s hand touched your shoulder again. 

‘Nice try.’ She told Natasha, rolling her eyes with exasperation. ‘Y/N has top level clearance, she already knows your real name.’

Natasha switched her focus to Pepper, a smile curling on her lips. You missed her attention immediately. The feeling sat like hunger inside you. 

You walked a few steps behind them as you headed back to the others. When Dr Banner offered you a drink, you took another flute of champagne readily.

The rest of the evening swung between moments of clarity and the blurred sensation of too much alcohol.

Thor regaled the group with different stories of his past. He stood tall, taking up the centre of the room and swinging his hammer back and forth as he demonstrated a battle’s key moments. 

At first, you were enraptured by the presence of so many impressive people, the world they lived in and the stories they had to tell.  Then, all at once, you couldn’t care less.

You knew the moment Natasha’s attention returned to you. You felt the prickle on your skin. The strange hunger inside you grew stronger. 

You felt her eyes roam across your face, lingering on your own exposed neckline. You felt an answering heat crawl up your neck. You weren’t sure if she could see your pulse beating, dangerously quick. 

You swallowed nervously before you turned to face her. 

Natasha met your stare willingly. Her finger tapped against her knee. Her smile gleamed with promises. 

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The party ended long after the sun had risen. 

You stood with too much confidence in the looby. You swayed slightly on the balls of your feet, waiting for the car that had been called for you. 

Despite the haze of alcohol, you noticed Natasha leaning against the edge of the large staircase. You tried not to fixate on her bare arms, folded in front of her. You felt yourself staring anyway.

Stupid confidence propelled you forward, like a victim of some Newtonian law.

Standing in front of her, you cleared your throat grandly.

‘It was nice to meet you Natalie.’ You smiled broadly at your own clever joke. 

Natasha smirked back automatically. Her gaze trailed up and down you again, making you feel suddenly self aware. You weren’t sure what she could see in you. You felt your cheeks warming and you dropped your gaze to the floor. The silence lasted forever in your drunken mind.

‘It was nicer meeting you.’ Natasha told you at last, voice soft. 

The words made you float with their sincerity. You couldn’t stop smiling as Pepper helped you into the waiting car.

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Natasha never did explain how she got your phone number. 

That wasn’t the shocking part though. 

The random phone call in the afternoon. The soft timbre of her voice. The careful indirect question. (Are you free tonight?) The way her breath caught at your answer.

Going on a date with Natasha Romanoff was beyond unlikely.

Natasha Romanoff being the one to ask you; unthinkable. 

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The moment you arrived at the bar, you tried to think back through the phone call. If you’d made a stupid assumption or if Natasha had been purposefully unclear.

You’d shown up five minutes early. Natasha was already there. 

So was Clint Barton.

You hesitated in the middle of the busy room, watching his hand pat her shoulder absentmindedly. It was friendly affection but it still threw you off. 

Not a date. Not a date. 

Your brain tried to recalibrate itself quickly. Tried to understand the root of the miscommunication. It had definitely sounded like a date when she’d asked.

Natasha caught your eye, waving you over casually. You wondered if you were imagining the nervousness in her smile. You tried to keep your own expression neutral. Clint seemed unphased by your arrival but you were clearly an unexpected addition to his night. His smile was polite enough. 

You joined the conversation slowly, feeling immediately like a third wheel. 

In the lull of listening to Clint continue his story, you tried to decide if you should just leave immediately. 

Your gut feeling of discomfort was hard to ignore. You started trying to think up excuses to leave. 

Natasha didn’t make it easy. Whilst Clint spoke, she gave you her full attention. You felt a thousand unspoken requests in her gaze.

You knew she wanted you to stay. 

Natasha sought out your hand underneath the table. Her fingers trailed over your knuckles lightly. Her stare turned purposeful. 

Your mouth went dry. You glanced at Clint, continuing loudly with his story. Natasha’s caught your look and you caught the hint of embarrassment before she blinked it away.

You knew for sure then that she had asked you on a date, you weren’t wrong. You wondered if she’d gotten scared.

You sipped your drink, accepting the strange situation more easily. You wanted to see where this would go.

Another man entered the bar, greeting Clint loudly. They laughed, hugged and joked loudly. Slowly, Clint moved away from you both, giving a brief nod of his head before heading to a rowdier table. 

In the quiet that followed, Natasha didn’t speak up. She didn’t look at you either. Instead, she slid her drink carefully across the table top, until it clinked against yours. 

She didn’t have to speak for you to understand. 

She liked you. 

Slowly, you shifted your drink too, pushing it back against hers and letting it clink again.

You liked her too.

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Words flowed easily between you for the rest of the night. 

Natasha spoke in half truths but you found you didn’t mind.

You asked questions and hoped that you might be able to see the hidden pieces of who she really was in her answers.

She was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She was ethereal under the mellow bar lights. 

Natasha laughed loudly at a throwaway joke of yours. She threw her head back and you watched the sparkling in her eyes.

You felt on top of the world. 

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Perhaps, that’s why you had the nerve to press her for the truth. 

You asked brazenly if a certain rumour had any merit. It was a rumour strong enough to spread all the way from Shield to the hallways of Stark Industries.

You recounted an unlikely story about a redheaded spy who had infiltrated a criminal organisation, betrayed the men in charge, and somehow still received occasional love letters from the few who’d escaped justice.

Natasha’s eyes turned icy as you relayed the supposed story. A new wariness settled into her demeanour. You didn’t realise how much she’d relaxed until you saw her tense up again.

‘You can’t believe everything you hear.’ She commented succinctly, taking a sip of her drink.

You rolled your eyes before you could help it. 

‘No kidding, Natalie.’ 

Natasha snorted unexpectedly. Her shoulders curled forward slightly as a quiet laugh escaped her. The sound was clumsy and endearing. 

You thought of her loud perfect laugh earlier and smiled with satisfaction at getting to see the real thing.

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An hour later and you were standing together in the cold night air. 

Despite the weird half-date with mixed signals, Natasha had insisted on walking you home. 

Her presence beside you had felt perfect and every smile made you feel warm. 

Now, you stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs leading up to your front door. 

You noticed the way that Natasha’s stare caught itself on your lips. You let your own gaze wander from her reddened cheeks to her mouth.  

The hunger in your stomach curled uncomfortably, abruptly hotter than ever. 

Instinctively you reached out, touching her wrist gently. You wondered if her pulse was fluttering like yours. 

‘I’ve never kissed a girl before.’ Natasha murmured into the cold night.

It was a lie. A barefaced lie. You felt it in your soul.

Her thumb reached up, trailing over your lips and then your cheek. Your skin tingled as she brushed it softly. Her touch was full of quiet wonder. It made her words almost believable. 

The hunger roared inside you. 

You kissed her fiercely, unable to think of anything else.

Maybe Natasha had the same hunger inside her too. 

You understood her better in that moment than you’d ever understood anyone.

Natasha’s teeth grazed your lower lip, insisting on taking back control. Now her hand tugged your face impossibly closer. Her tongue entered your mouth. 

You breathed her in.

Forgetting the night, the cold air and the lies. 

When Natasha asked to see you again. It was too easy to say yes.

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There is nothing worse than radio silence from a girl that you like. 

This is a lie.

(There is nothing worse than radio silence from a girl that you like, who has also stuck her tongue down your throat.)

After three weeks, you admitted defeat. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon. You caught up briefly with Pepper in a Stark Tower elevator. She was in a good mood, telling you about the great cafe she’d just been to, having lunch with Natasha.

You knew for certain then.

There was no mission keeping Natasha away, no other commitment. 

You tried to respect her choice, even though it stung. 

You allowed yourself to sink into a lousy mood for another week. 

It would have lasted longer, but then your doorbell rang at 1am. 

.

Through the opaque glass, you saw a figure standing on your doorstep. You could make out the dark red hair. It was embarrassing how quickly you opened the door.

Natasha seemed smaller than you remembered, wrapped in a large dark overcoat. Her skin seemed paler, her green eyes stood out. 

You felt frustrated at your immediate concern for her. The worry that you couldn’t help having now that you cared about her. 

You tried to remember the radio silence of the last four weeks.

For once, your stare was steadier than hers.

.

‘I didn’t mean to come here.’ Natasha whispered after a moment, hands in pockets.

You swallowed down the urge to call her a liar. It didn’t matter. 

You both knew it didn’t matter. 

You’d known since you opened the door. 

You took Natasha’s warm hand and led her inside. 

Her large coat slid haphazardly off one shoulder. It was bare. You kissed the exposed skin, ready for the same hunger to flare inside you. The burning ache never seemed to leave fully. You’d just been pretending it was gone. 

Natasha’s hands were shaking as they tugged at your shirt. The tremble was subtle but you felt it against your skin.

That’s why you let her lie. 

When her teeth raked across your neck, you moaned willingly. 

When she palmed your breasts, you whined.

By the time you were stripped completely, Natasha’s attention had turned almost feral. 

You thought back to meeting her at the party. You felt the same heat flush underneath your skin, between your legs. 

Natasha stripped naked with practised efficiency. 

‘Shower.’ She murmured, voice lilting with a quiet return to control. 

She was beautiful. You led her obediently to the bathroom, mind lost in anticipation.

Under the hot water, the world stopped. 

You licked the valley between her breasts and let the soap burn the back of your throat. 

Natasha’s fingers raked along your scalp. Her touch scalded like the steaming water.

She pushed you down between her legs.

Your knees ached when you kneeled on the hard tiles, but all you could think about was the heat of her against your tongue.

.

Later you lay in the bed with her, limbs tangled together with a sticky sweatiness that felt addictive. 

You cupped her breast, massaging it slowly and revelling in the privilege. Natasha’s eyes were closed. 

‘I don’t need everything to be true.’ You told her softly, your heart emptying itself into the silence. ‘I just want to know you’ll be here when I wake up.’

Natasha’s eyes didn’t open at your words. You held your breath, waiting.

You watched the way her brows furrowed for a moment.

Then, as if with great deliberation, Natasha reached out to touch your hand, pulling it over to her lips. She kissed your skin tenderly. 

You couldn’t help your small smile. Natasha was most honest when she didn’t speak.

Or maybe, she wasn’t.

(You woke up alone.)

.

Unforgivable is a bigger word than people realise.

It was not one you used easily.

The worst part was feeling tricked. You wondered how you’d misread her so completely. How you kept making the same mistake. Memories of Natasha always seemed to war with reality. The look in her eyes when she stood on your doorstep, the taste of her mixing with the cold night air. The empty bed, the silent phone. 

It was two more months of radio silence before you confessed anything to Pepper. 

You heard the words pour from your mouth before you could think any of them through. The story felt ridiculous when you repeated it. The unavailable spy who’d lied to you and then disappeared. 

If it was ridiculous, Pepper would never let it show. She gave you a comforting hug when you finished speaking. Her mouth twisted in a sympathetic expression as she searched for the right words. 

At last, Pepper shrugged sadly. 

‘Natasha lies.’ She stated simply. You nodded silently, a lump in your throat. You’d known that from the beginning.

It took you another three months to stop thinking about her. The strange wound of Natasha finally began to scab over. You readied yourself for a lingering scar.

Every once in a while, you read her name in a classified report. You hated that the hunger could still burn through you. You pretended not to feel it. 

.

Sometimes, stories end just how they started. 

.

The next time you saw Natasha, she told you a lie.

Pepper had another party. This time, it was for her birthday. It was meant to be a smaller affair than any of the corporate events you’d attended before. 

Just close friends, she’d told you over the phone.

You were genuinely flattered at the implication. Pepper had become one of the closest people in your life, but you had not been so presumptuous to assume the same was true for her.

About a week beforehand, you realised that Natasha would likely be there too. Pepper had lunch with her at least every few weeks. With their schedules, that made them practically family. 

The realisation nearly levelled you. You panicked privately for days, considering your options.

The only reason you walked into the party that night was because of Pepper. You gripped a small wrapped gift for her, hoping it would make you brave. Your stomach was lined with dread.

You felt Natasha’s eyes on you from the moment you arrived. Your skin prickled with the attention.

You did your best to ignore her. You stayed determinedly in whatever social circle didn’t include her.

The first time you broke your resolve, you glanced over and watched her sipping a drink with Pepper. Your eyes ran over her beautiful green dress. It matched her eyes. You stared at the fabric slit that ran all the way up her thigh. Natasha laughed and your eyes drifted upwards, noticing the new, lighter shade of her now longer red hair. 

Two drinks in and you risked another look in her direction. This time, Natasha was already staring back at you. Your heart froze in your chest. She glanced away immediately. Frustration bubbled inside you.

Another woman approached Natasha, drawing her attention completely. You watched a stranger touch Natasha’s arm soothingly. 

The hunger roared inside you. You lifted your glass to your lips and downed it quickly. Tony laughed and said something about your readiness to get drunk.

You imagined Natasha’s attention returning to you at his loud comment. You didn’t check to see if you were right.

Some time after that, things got fuzzy. A tipsy feeling floated your way. 

You were not in the right mindset to be drunk. You started to worry as the fuzziness got stronger.

This was not the time or the place to be emotional. Not the here, not with so many people around.

Inevitably, you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall, palms flat against the locked cubicle door as you struggled to take calming breaths.

She made you feel so stupid. 

You tried to focus on counting to ten.

The door to the bathroom opened and someone walked cautiously inside. You heard them breathing quietly as they stood by the sinks. You knew it was Natasha before she tentatively called your name. 

You started crying harder, hating the sound of your own tears. 

You listened to the bathroom door shutting behind her when she left. 

Rejection killed the hunger, faster than anything else could. 

When you left the bathroom stall, you stood at the sink and splashed cold water on your face. Natasha was all that you could think about. You had to stop.

You needed to get out of here.

You sent a quick goodbye text to Pepper and walked straight out of the party. You ordered a taxi from the curb.

Your phone vibrated with a message before you were home.

Unknown Number:

I’m sorry. I’m not worth this. 

You pressed your forehead against the cold glass of the taxi window. Tears slid down your cheeks.

Natasha didn’t realise she was lying. 

You sat in bed an hour later, staring at your phone and retyping answer after answer. 

At last, you wrote the truth and turned your phone face down on your nightstand. Your eyes were closed before the message had even been delivered.

I know what your real laugh sounds like. 

.

Your doorbell rang in the night. 

Or more accurately, in the early morning. 

It was ridiculous to expect Natasha to be standing there, but in truth, you did.

You were right. 

Natasha looked unsure of herself, standing exactly where she’d been once before.

Her skin was almost translucent in its paleness. Her eyes were rimmed red. Her fingers played nervously with her overcoat’s fastening. She still smelled like the party that you’d last seen her at.

You stared at her blearily, still blinking away the shock of being so suddenly awoken. 

The bright red beginning of the dawn behind her was almost blinding.

Natasha spoke hurriedly as if she might run out of time. 

As if she’d practised these words before she found herself standing here.

‘I am made of lies.’ Natasha said simply, voice shaking from more than the cold. ‘You’re right. About my laugh.’

‘I don’t even think about it.’ She admitted. ´I haven’t. Not for a long time.’

Her eyes caught yours. Despite everything, her gaze was steady. 

‘Not until you.’ Natasha said honestly. 

You took a shaky breath. You didn’t know what to say. How to explain the burning hunger whenever you looked at her. The way she set your chest alight.

At a loss, you rolled your eyes instead.

‘Nothing’s been the same since I met you, Natalie.’ You teased, voice hoarse from sleep.

Natasha’s smile glowed like hot embers. It was brighter than the burning sun emerging behind her.

‘Can I take you on another date?’ She asked you then, words full of purposeful clarity.

.

It wasn’t hunger. That feeling inside you. It was the start of something else.

Natasha got to the truth of it. A few months later.

Her hand slid into yours. Her head found your shoulder.

‘I think I love you.’

[ncis-nerd]

The Case Of The Purring Kitten

grey novemeber au

older!nat x reader

Liho purred in your arms. Nuzzling her head against your ankle. The sweet little kitty of Natasha's had made her way into your room. Of course you were shocked when the cat just strolled in like this was a casual occurrence.

You didn't complain though, you loved that kitty. She smelled like Natasha and meant a lot that even her cat wanted to be around you. You stroked the cat as you continued to draw in your sketchbook. A purr escaped from Liho.

When you were close to finishing, you swapped your 2b pencil for a heavier pencil, Liho jumped out of your lap. Appear she was making her rounds because she just waltzed out of your room. That silly cat.

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Later that day, there was a knock in your door. You had been locked up in your room all day. There was no meeting planned for today so who could it be? "Come in" you mumbled, wrapping up in your latest art project. Natasha made her way into your room. You jumped, not expecting it to be the the red-head, you immediately shut your notebook. Not wanting to ruin your surprise.

Natasha looked at you, furrowing her eyebrows. "Hiding something, hun?' She glared at you. You shook your head and looked at her with your doe eyes, knowing that would distract her. And it definitely did.

She loved seeing you so wide-eyed. So innocent. Nothing but love and pure thoughts behind those eyes. She cooed at you and caressed your back. "hi honey, you still here with me?" she gave you a gentle smile.

You nodded, "m' here natty. want you though" you mumbled, fidgeting with her hoodie drawstring. Her eyes widened at your statement. "What do you mean hun?" She looked at you, her cheeks turning red. Obviously not expecting your boldness. "wanna lay down in your lap, want you to hold me" you mumble.

She smiled at your innocent request. Of course that's what you meant, she mentally facepalmed herself. She gladly took up your offer, taking you into her lap. Your head laid in her lap, she stroked your hair as your eyes began to flutter. "go to sleep, angel." she whispered softly.

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It was later that day, Natasha had retreated to her room, allowing you to get back to business. The so called business was the drawing you were working on earlier. You had finally finished and made your way to Natasha's room. Natasha is gonna love it!

You knocked her door and slipped the folded up drawing under her door before retreating to your room.

Natasha opened the door, she saw no one so she closed it. Huh that was odd, she thought. She felt something beneath her foot. It was a paper, she picked it up. As she unfolded it, a beautifully drawn picture of Liho appeared. Y/n. Of course, this was so kind. Her heart melted your generosity.

She wanted to make it up to you.

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Your favorite activity with the russian is to drink hot chocolate and watch a movie wrapped up into her. She grabbed your favorite fluffy blanket of hers, a bunch of pillows, some a big bowl of popcorn and rich hot chocolate.

She opened up the TV to the streaming platform, leaving it for you to choose the movie. all that was left was to grab you. The older woman made her way to her room where you had been reading a novel you bought recently.

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You were humming the tune of that new song by Taylor Swift when you heard a knock at your door. Who could that be? You assumed it would be the russian, especially after giving her your drawing earlier and fleeing. your stomach turned in knots, nervously you stood up to open the door.

You were greeted with the green-eyed spy giving you a warm smile. "Hey honey, I love the gift you gave me! As a thank you, I have a little surprise in the living room. Please join me?" She spoke softly, waiting for a response. You blushed, this was so kind of her. You didn't expect something in return. Just wanted to show how much you love her little fluff ball. "Natasha you didn't have too.. but I'm glad you like the drawing!" You said, shyly.

Natasha took your hand and led you to the living room where she had a pile of blankets- the kind you like, hot chocolate- your favorite, popcorn- you NEED popcorn whenever watching a movie. Your eyes started to tear up. "Natasha, wow... This is.. Amazing" you gasp.

The russian admired your reaction. You were adorable, her hand found it's place on your back and motioned for you to take a seat. "Wanted to show you how special you are to me, dove." She hummed, handing you the remote to pick out a movie.

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taglist: @ssa-shaylam @madamevirgo

[hiiraya]

loml

pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader 

words: ~3.3k

warnings: angst, happy ending (?), literally just self-indulgent writing, messy writing, listen to loml by taylor swift to get in the sad mood

a/n: merry christmas everyone! the last thing I posted was january of 2022 and it's literally about to be 2025 - I've been in a reminiscing mood lately and this was something I've had in the drafts for months, I figured I should just release it to get it out of my system. your girl has been missing someone bad bro and the urge to tag them in this is insane ♡ anyways, hope they see this lmao

“Have a safe flight and text me when you land, yeah?”

“I will, I will. Get home safe and update me as well, okay?”

You release your cousin from your hold, giving their shoulder a quick squeeze as they pull away. You do a last minute check with them to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything important - something you were always prone to do when travelling by yourself. The memory of you almost missing your international flight because you had rushed home and back to the airport within record speed, all because you had forgotten your passport of all things. 

“I’ll fly out to see you next time, so you can show me around.” You smile.

“Are you guys serious? I told you to leave early so that this exact thing wouldn’t happen!”

Your eyebrows immediately furrow at the familiar voice, catching one last glance of your cousin as they enter the security screening area, waving to them while you mouth one last ‘text me when you land!’ as they leave your sight, before turning around to find the source of the voice.

No way it’s her, you thought. What’s she doing here?

As you get closer to the arrivals board, your questions are answered. Standing there in all her glory, is the one woman you never thought you’d lay your eyes on again.

“Natasha?”

You see the puzzled look on her face as she registers your voice before she even lays her eyes on you. Watching as the confusion turns to irritation - whether it was towards you or whoever was on the other side of the phone, you couldn’t tell (most likely both) - you watch as a deep sigh she releases as she glances at the board in front of her once again.

“-that’s another 10 hours before you guys even land.” She sighs, exasperation lacing her voice.

“Hey, listen if you need help-”

She holds a finger up to silence you, eyes meeting yours in a piercing glance. “I don’t need help, and especially not from you Y/N L/N.”

At her words, you look down, the sight of your shoes a welcome one as you take a second to recover. Honestly, you thought to yourself, I deserved that. 

“Yes, it’s Y/N- no I did not! I swear I didn’t know that they were here.” You hear her mutter from beside you. Deciding to save the both of you from further embarrassment, you turn your attention elsewhere, wondering what your cousin would say once you eventually tell them about who you ran into immediately after they left.

You lift your head back up when you hear Natasha mumble "you guys pick the day before Christmas of all days to be late for your flight” followed by a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone, watching her scope the airport for her next step. 

You could just leave and pretend this ever happened.

“Come on, Nat, I promise I just want to help.” You find yourself saying instead. “I can take you to your hotel when they get here.”

Well, there's no going back from that now.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

You really needed to stop opening your mouth.

“Okay, you know what, I deserve that.” You pause. “Listen, I’m not going to force you to come with me, but the offer is still there if you want it. You’ll get a free ride, plus you can use my apartment to rest and freshen up while you wait.”

 -x-

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

You spare a glance to Natasha, who was currently sitting in your passenger seat.

"You're the one that followed me to the car?"

She rolls her eyes at your confused tone, choosing to ignore what you said and instead checking her phone - most likely waiting for an update from whoever she was speaking to on the phone before. "I can't believe they missed their flight."

"Who's they?"

"Yelena, Maria, Wanda," she answers. "Oh, and Yelena's friend Kate too. I don't think you've met her."

You bit the inside of your cheek, because you already know that you didn't get to meet anyone named Kate while you were still together. You honestly didn't get to meet many of Natasha's friends whenever visited her - it was something you always fought over. It felt like she was ashamed of you, always wanting to keep you hidden, a secret she never planned on sharing with the world.

You refrain from asking any follow up questions - if Natasha wanted you to know more she would tell you.

Instead, you ask: "Did they manage to catch the next flight out?"

She nods. "I'm honestly surprised they did, considering how expensive it probably would've been. But knowing Maria, she probably would've pulled some strings to make it work."

Natasha finally looks up from her phone as you come to a stop, looking at the building you had just parked in front of.

"Where are we?"

"My apartment, I figured we could drop off your bags and you can freshen up before I show you around." You open the door for Natasha before moving to grab her bags from the trunk.

You lead her inside, setting her bags down in the living room before turning around to face Natasha - holding your arms out as you gesture to your living space. It's the first time she's ever stepped foot into this place, having only seen it through a phone screen since you were the one who would fly out to visit her when you were still together.

"I'll grab you some towels so you can freshen up, but make yourself at home." You say, gesturing for her to follow you down a hallway. "The bathroom is the first door to your left, there should be a spare toothbrush under the sink- wait did I give to my cousin? Well, we can grab you one while we're out but everything you need should be here."

You know you're rambling but you don't stop in fear of saying something stupid (which knowing you, is highly likely).

"If you want to take a nap, the guest room is just a little further down the hall on the right - I just changed the sheets so everything should be fresh."

It's not the way you wanted to be showing Natasha around your home for the first time, but you'll take what you can get. It'd be so easy to waltz back to the way things were, before everything fell apart but you didn't have the right to that anymore. You weren't a part of her life anymore.

You didn't know if she already had someone new in her life, maybe you were overstepping in so many ways and that it was best to just keep your distance. After all, you did promise that you just wanted to help. You were here to keep her company until the girls arrived and take her to the hotel when they finally did get here.

You know it's for the better to just move on, that after today she'll be gone and it'll be like she never made a reappearance in your life. But how could you when you know deep down that you still haven't fully moved on and that she'll always hold your heart in her hands?

Natasha's voice cuts off your reverie, bringing you back to the present as you hand her the towels.

"Give me an hour to shower and rest my feet for a bit, I wanna go out and explore while we wait."

 -x-

"Do you see that one over there? That's a hammerhead shark! They're one of the most powerful sharks in the ocean."

Natasha hears the little girl gasp, watching their eyes going wide with wonder. She can't help the small laugh that escapes when she sees the young girl lean closer towards the glass before loudly whispering, "is it going to eat us?"

You laugh softly, and Natasha can't help but think that she's missed hearing the sound of your laugh, something she thought she wouldn’t hear again. It comforts her slightly to know that it hasn't changed after all these years, and that  she can still easily recognise the sound as being yours only.

"It won't eat us! Sharks don't eat humans," she hears you explain. "They're more interested in fish and seals, than they are humans. But they are really strong swimmers, and they can smell things from miles away - even in water!"

She'd been watching you answer questions about sharks for the past 5 minutes, after a curious little girl ran up to while you were looking at the shark tank and asked if you knew what type of shark was swimming in front of the glass.

"Do sharks talk to each other?"

"They don't talk like we do, but they do communicate by using their bodies and how they move through the water. Some sharks even make sounds by rubbing their teeth together, kind of like a secret language that only they can hear."

It doesn't take long for the girl's mother to find the three of you, sighing in relief as she sees her daughter, looking up at you apologetically.

"Sorry, she's probably been asking you a million questions."

You give the woman a friendly smile and shake your head. "It was nothing, I loved answering all of her questions." You tell her. "It looks like you might have a future marine biologist on your hands."

"Let's leave the lovely ladies to enjoy the rest of their date, bubba."

"Oh- it's not-"

"We're not-"

The mother and daughter are already walking off before either of you could finish your sentences, leaving you and Natasha standing in front of the shark exhibit with red cheeks and thundering heartbeats. 

Natasha catches your eyes as you glance at her in a shy glance, and she knows it's too late. The warmth that passes through her as you smile, the same warm and knowing smile that you used to give her when everything was still okay was almost enough to bring her down to her knees.

You interrupt before her thoughts can spiral any further, clearing your throat before gesturing with your head the direction of the next exhibit.

"Shall we keep going?"

 -x-

Natasha sits across from you at a small café by the beach. You mention to her that it was your secret place, one that you go to when you wanted time to slow down and just have a moment to catch your breath. After the little incident at the aquarium, you guys decided it was best to just sit and people watch for the time being to avoid any more awkward interactions.

The warmth emanating from the cup of coffee did little to chase away the little chills that ran down her spine every time Natasha caught you gaze lingering on her for longer than you must've realised.

She told you about the plans that she and the girls had made for their vacation while you filled her in on your own life, telling her about your cousin that had just recently come to visit you just before Christmas.

"I'm glad you chose to come with me." You admit after a pause in conversation, voice soft. She turns to look at you, your eyes meeting hers with such an intensity it made her breath get caught in her throat. "I missed getting to talk to you like this."

She can tell that you spoke without thinking, the widening of your eyes giving you away. You look away, muttering a quiet "sorry" before lifting your drink to your lips in an attempt to hide the flush of your cheeks.

She was supposed to be over you. She'd told herself time and time again that she had moved on, but seeing you again, and being here with you, she couldn't deny that she was still in love with you. Having you so close yet so unreachable leaves an ache in her chest.

Throughout the time you two had been sat at the café, she watched you with fondness at the way your eyes lit up while you spoke with excitement in your voice about the things you and your cousin had gotten up to in the week they were with you; Natasha realises that she missed you too - and the comfort that you brought her just by simply being near.

"Nat? You okay?" The worry in your voice only deepens the ache in her heart.

"Yeah, no, sorry - I'm okay." She answers with a shaky nod, breathing deeply. She allows herself to feel her emotions, knowing that it would only do harm if she tried to deny herself this moment with you.

"I missed you too."

The sadness settles deep within her chest, the way you looked so shocked at her words - and she wonders if you were expecting her dismiss your words.

Her phone pings loudly from where it was placed on the table, the text tone sounding off four times in a row as her screen lights up between the two of you.

Natasha!! We've landed :D - Wanda

Sestra, we're on our way to the hotel now, tell lover girl to drop you off now - Yelena

Hi Nat, sorry again - we'll be there in 30 minutes! - Kate

I'll check us in if we make it to the hotel first, Nat, just let us know when you're there - Maria

You both watch as each text pops up on her phone, knowing that your time together was coming to an end.

Natasha watches as you ponder for a moment - wondering if you were going to add on to your words from before now that she's admitted that she missed you too. For a second it does seem like you're about to say something, but instead you just shake your head slightly to yourself, clearing your throat and as you look away, flagging down a waiter to pay for the meal you shared.

"We should probably get going if we want to get to the hotel at the same time as them."

She allows herself a moment to watch as you gather everything, absentmindedly listening to you talk about leaving now so we don't hit traffic - though I guess it's fair to make them wait, considering they made you wait like 10 hours, that's a practically a whole day wasted where you guys could've been sightseeing!

Natasha knows your putting on a brave front - she can see it in your eyes as you gather your wallet and keys, but she begrudgingly gets up after you pay for the bill, walking back with you to your car.

Already dreading the moment she has to say goodbye.

-x-

"Well, I guess this is where I leave you."

Pulling up at the front of the hotel, you catch a glance of Yelena, Kate and Wanda through the window. Even though you couldn't see her, you knew Maria wouldn't be too far away. Probably checking everyone in, you assumed as you parked your car near the entrance.

You do your best to avoid looking at Natasha, taking your time in getting out and grabbing her bags from the trunk, knowing this could very well be the last time you see her again. The thought alone breaks your heart all over again - you can recall all the times you've begged the universe to let your paths cross once more. Now that your wish has been granted and you're preparing to say goodbye to her once again, you deeply feel the loss of her from your life before it's even happened.

She's already watching you as you close the trunk. You hope that she can't see the tears that have been slowly building up since you started the drive to the hotel. You refuse to let yourself hope that the look in her eyes could mean anything order than gratitude.

"Thank you, Y/N, for today." She tells you softly.

"It's was nothing, Nat," you say with a smile, before softly adding, "you're welcome and I hope you guys have a Merry Christmas."

Getting lost in the silence that falls between you; you miss the way she's looking at you as you stare down at your shoes, waiting for her to grab her things and go so you can drive back to your apartment and sulk for the rest of the week. You wonder if she can see the way your hands are shaking as you wait for the inevitable goodbye.

"Y/N?"

You hum in response, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you decided to use actual words.

"I had a really good time today."

You tilt your head in curiosity. You've had a hard time all day trying to gauge if Natasha was having enjoying herself or not. There's no doubt in your mind that she would've said something if she wasn't.

"And it got me thinking," she continues. "I don't know- maybe I'm reading into everything wrong, and you can absolutely say no. You'll probably say no, because this is crazy, but I had to say something before I lose my mind-"

"Nat." You interrupt. As endearing as it was to hear her ramble on, to see her getting more and more flustered as she kept talking, you knew she'd work herself up before she every got to what she actually wanted to say.

"Breathe, love."

You nod encouragingly after she takes a deep breath, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be so wrong, you know?" She starts. "To try again."

You try to hide the shock that you feel, but can't stop the way your eyes widen ever so slightly at her words. Never in a million years did you expect her to even say yes to spending the day with you, let alone suggest giving your relationship another go.

Does she mean just a friendship or an actual relationship?

Is she just saying that because of today?

What if she realises she doesn't actually mean that later on?

What if this was just a joke and she was just waiting for you to say yes so she can go "aha! I was just kidding as if I'd be serious."?

What if-

"We're different people now, don't you think?"

Confused but curious to know what else you had to say, she nods. "I'd say we are."

"We're older than we were before." You add. "We know a lot more about ourselves now, I'm not the scared kid I used to be."

You're scared of making the same mistakes you did all those years ago. But you also know that you're more than willing to learn from those mistakes; to stay and communicate to make things work instead of running away at the first sign of trouble. Because if there's anything you want more in the world, it's to make this work with her.

But just as much as you are scared, you can't help but be excited. Excited and honoured to learn more about this new Natasha, and fall in love with her all over again. You can't wait to find out what stayed the same, and what changed about her. Whatever she was willing to share with you, you'd gladly take.

"I could love you properly this time."

She gasps softly, and your heart pounds at the prospect of already scaring her away.

The thought of her friends seeing this happening through the window of the hotel briefly crosses your mind - you wonder if they'd approve of you making a return to Natasha's life or if they'll make you work for it after the way things ended between you two.

But she smiles, stepping into your personal space to wrap her arms around your neck and all thoughts leave your mind. The only thing you can focus on is Natasha pulling you closer so her words are only for your ears and your ears only to hear.

"I could love you properly this time too."

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@sadonism

[vintagebuckybarnes]

Scarves, Snowflakes, Sweethearts

Pairing: Girlfriend! Natasha Romanoff x Avenger! Romantic Partner! GN! Reader

Total Wordcount: 1.2K

Summary: You mentioned off-handedly that you'd never gone ice skating before, so Natasha will make it her mission to change that. When she succeeds, you can't help but utter the words you've been dying to say for a long time, turning your date night into the best night of your life.

Tags & Warnings: Canon compliant, Avenger! Reader, genderneutral! Reader, established relationship.

Story Rating: G | General

Author's Note: This story - filled to the brim with nothing but pure fluff - is written for the Fluffy Winter Event, hosted by @buck-star! I had heaps of fun writing this, and I have officially melted my socks off with the number of sweet moments I managed to put into this story! 💜

Writing Prompts @buck-star Fluffy Winter Event: Saying "I love you" for the first time | Ice skating | Drinking hot chocolate | All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey | "You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable." | "You're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." @fandombingo: "I would never joke about loving you." @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition: Alone @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition: Snowflakes | "Sometimes walls are there so we can lean on them and rest." @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition: 'I'm never giving up' | "I don't understand."

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The snowflakes fall slowly, covering all of New York City in an angelic layer of beauty. You can't help but snuggle a little deeper into your scarf as you gently squeeze Natasha's hand. This gesture has become a non-verbal cue that you're okay without needing to be asked, and she glances over at you with a slight smile on her lips.

"What's wrong? Isn't an Avenger like you used to it being a little cold outside?" she asks playfully, raising your eyebrow as you give her a mock-offended glance, knowing you can't get mad at her for anything. However, seeing her smile instantly warms you from the inside out, as it never fails to make your heart sing.

"I don't understand how people willingly go outside in these weather conditions. They must be crazy to do it."

Although you were born and raised in New York, you've never been a fan of winter and all that it entails. However, for Natasha, you'd do just about anything, including braving freezing temperatures while the snow crunches beneath your boots.

"I guess I'm crazy then," she says with a shrug before quickening her pace, pulling you along as you approach your destination for the evening: the ice skating rink. It wasn't long ago that you confessed you had never been ice skating before, so she made it her mission to take you on a date to do just that.

"Are you excited to go ice skating?" she asks eagerly, her voice rising with happiness. You nod and reach into your pocket for your phone to pay for renting skates in your respective sizes. As soon as that's done, Natasha finds a bench to sit on and put them on, her enthusiasm infectious as she can't stop telling you how excited she is.

"I’ll do some spins and laps around the rink too! But first, I'll teach you how to skate, of course. There's nothing more important than that," she tells you before leaning in and giving you a peck on the cheek, which makes your face break into a massive grin and sends your stomach doing a little somersault with happiness.

"And what about drinking hot chocolate? I was promised my hot cocoa." You squint your eyes at her playfully, and she nods, her fiery red curls bouncing with each motion.

"That too, Золотце [Darling]. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that for even a second," she giggles.

"You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable," you tell your girlfriend, making her cheeks flush from the compliment. It's not something she's entirely used to, but you're gradually teaching her that it's okay to accept compliments. Watching her cheeks warm up at your words fills you with pride, too, especially since she rarely gets this shy and cute.

"Well… you're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." Her words are sealed with a kiss that warms your cheeks this time, making her smile proudly as she pulls away, leaving your lips feeling a bit cold and alone.

"Thank you, Солнышко [Sunshine]."

Once you're both secured and ready to go skating, Natasha reaches out her gloved hand to you, and you happily accept it, taking your first steps on the ice. Though the first few meters feel like a baby deer learning to walk, you soon gain confidence, and it shows. While you're far from mastering the spins and laps that Natasha can do, you're still proud of your progress.

"Can we finally go get my hot chocolate now? I need to sit down before my legs give out and I plant my face on the ice!" The question escapes her lips with a huff as she skates gracefully over to you, expertly maneuvering around all the other people skating simultaneously.

"Of course we can, Золотце. You've done an amazing job, and I'm proud of you," she replies. You smile before eagerly stepping off the ice and holding onto the wall for support. While you search for a table with two chairs to sit at, Natasha orders the hot drink you've been craving the whole time, leaving you with your thoughts for a moment.

As you look at your girlfriend, the urge to say "I love you" for the first time weighs heavily on your mind. It's something you've wanted to express for a while now, and there will never be a more perfect moment than tonight, with the moon illuminating the scene and fairy lights glowing as you enjoy hot chocolate together.

"Here you go—I got your favorite!" Natasha says, placing the cup in front of you, with extra marshmallows floating on top just the way you like.

"So? How are you enjoying our date so far?" The cup rests between her now gloveless hands, allowing her to warm them on the steaming liquid inside. A small smile plays on her lips as she gazes at you with pure adoration and love.

'Let's just say I'm glad that sometimes the walls are there so we can lean on them and rest," you tell her with a chuckle, stretching out your legs for a moment as the soreness slowly disappears.

''But then again, I'm never giving up, so I'll be here until I'm just as good as you.'' Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, her expression a mix of disbelief and pride.

''We'll have to see about that,'' she replies, sitting back and closing her eyes to savor the moment—the warmth of her hot chocolate, your company, and the music playing in the background. As the song switches to 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey, you finally gather the courage to share the words you've been thinking since your first date with her.

''I love you, Солнышко.''

As soon as the words hang in the air, she opens her green eyes to meet yours, and her mouth falls open in surprise. Her eyes widen as tears gather in the corners, and you're immediately worried you may have said the wrong thing, though she quickly reassures you.

"Please tell me this isn't a joke. Because I love you too," she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. You lean forward, your fingers intertwining with hers as you hold her gaze, the connection between you visible.

"I would never joke about loving you, Natasha. I love you from the furthest corners of my soul to the deepest depths of my heart. You're the one I want to grow old with, and the one I have given my heart to. I love you, and I will never tire of telling you this," you tell her gently, making her smile wide as tears roll down her cheeks.

Instead of responding, she gently sets her drink down and cups your cheeks, drawing you into a heartwarming, passionate kiss. As the snow falls gently and the temperatures continue to plummet, a sense of warmth spreads from within, directly coming from your heartfelt confession.

"I love you too, Золотце, and I long to be your wife one day," she says, leaving you speechless. As you try to process her confession, she kisses you again, and your lips fit together in perfect harmony, sealing your promises.

Navigation ~ Natasha Romanoff Library

GIF ~ All the other graphics you see on this post are made by @vintagebuckybarnes

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Layers

Summary: Girlfriends who haunt together, will eventually become wives who haunt together.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 447

a/n: a silly thing

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

masterlists | guidelines

Y/N groans as she pulls the collar of her mission suit. The team is on a Quinjet, flying back to the compound after a particularly long mission. Which means they’re all dirty and sweaty.

She keeps squirming in her seat, at times pulling at her suit’s pants or the fabric around her waist. Natasha keeps glancing at her.

“What are you doing?” She mumbles, a tired smile on her face. “Just take the suit off if it’s bothering you.”

Letting out a huff, Y/N shakes her head. “I can’t.”

Natasha raises her brow. “Are you not wearing anything underneath?”

“Of course I am.”

“Okay.” Natasha stares at her, trying to figure out what the problem is. “Take the suit off then.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she stands up. “You can’t make fun of me then, okay?” She points at Natasha who gives her a confused nod. Her hand goes to the zipper, pulling it all the way down. A pink dress gets revealed.

Natasha lets out a laugh. She’s confused and this wasn’t what she was expecting to see after the long mission. “Why the hell are you wearing that?”

“I said don’t make sun of me!” Y/N whines as she pulls her suit fully off.

By now, the other Avengers have taken notice of her bright clothes, some snickering while others just smile and shake their heads.

Y/N throws her suit to the side and uses the palms of her hands to smooth down the hem of her dress. “I always wear something pretty underneath the suit in case I die.” She grins, doing a small twirl for Natasha.

“…why?”

“So I won’t be in an ugly suit for the rest of my life.” She rolls her eyes, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. “When I’m a ghost, I can just take my suit off and haunt others while being pretty.”

Natasha pulls Y/N back down to her seat, still laughing softly as she looks at her dress. “Okay.” She mumbles, taking hold of her hand. “You’re weird,” Y/N glares at her, ���but I love you for it.”

Grinning, Y/N kisses Natasha. “Good. Now, we can start talking about you wearing something nice under your suit, because I want my ghost girlfriend to look nice too.”

“No way.” Natasha playfully pushes Y/N away. “If we aren’t wives by the time we’re ghosts something is wrong.”

Y/N giggles, her face suddenly feeling warm. She leans her head against Natasha’s shoulder, their hands still intertwined. “Ghost wives.” She mumbles out before closing her eyes, the exhaustion starting to fully hit her body.

[natsgrave]

THE PHOTOGRAPHER AND ACTRESS | scarlett johansson

big reputation, you and me, we'd be a big conversation. it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

Y/N'S POV

I'm here today taking pictures for an event, at the red carpet.

My bestfriend is a famous actor and well me, I'm a professional photographer.

If you're wondering who's my bestfriend is, it's the Scarlett fucking Johansson. we met—well, bumped into eachother a few years ago causing her to accidentally spill the coffee she's holding all over my shirt and keep apologising even I told her that it was okay.

She took me out for dinner as apology. I declined at first but she kept telling me that even if I don't want to, she's still gonna take me out. so I said yes, and after that we just instantly click.

Now, we're bestfriends.

Oh, oh, wait, let me tell you a secret. She's also my girlfriend, cool right? I know!

Everyone knows that she's in a relationship but we actually didn't tell the public except our close friends and family that it was me, the public knows that we're just really close friends.

As I keep taking pictures of other celebrities, she finally arrived.

Fucking goddess. She looks ethereal and she's mine. My scarlett, my girlfriend.

She keep looking around until her eyes landed on me and gave me her gorgeous smile. I could die now. Right here, right now.

She walked towards the middle and everyone starts shouting her name.

"Over here, Scarlett!"

"Look to the right!"

"Scarlett, look over here!"

"To the left!"

There's lot of people shouting her name but she just stood still and look into my camera. Posing for only my camera, for me.

What the fuck?

All the other photographers are now looking at me. I took the camera away from my eye and glared at her before I mouthed 'stop.'

But instead of stopping and posed for others, she just smiled before walking away. I heard everyone whispering and some look at me and mutter a 'what the fuck.'

"I'm sorry." I smiled and start packing up.

"I'm gonna beat your ass, motherfucker." I muttered as I go behind the red carpet.

I passed a security and asked me what I need, "Hi! Sorry, I just need some photos with miss Johansson for our program, is that alright?"

"Wait here." He said and walked towards Scarlett who's standing with some friends.

The security talked to her until he pointed at me, smile form into her face before walking over, "Thank you, sir." I said before pulling Scarlett to the corner, out of anyone's eye.

"What was that back there!?" I whisper shout.

"What? I was posing." She casually said. "Yeah, for me. Only for my camera! You can't—" I didn't even get to finish my sentenced when she kissed me. How rude.

"You can't blame me, you're the only one I see." Scarlett said before kissing me once again.

"Stop kissing me, someone might see." I said and playfully gave her a glare.

"Alright, okay, fine. Can I atleast have a hug?" She asked, giving me her best puppy eyes and arms wide open.

I rolled my eyes and hugged her. I felt her pulling me even closer and pressing me to her body.

"Scar?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"You're hugging me because you want to feel my boobs, right?"

"Yeah."

very short one. feedback and reblog is highly appreciated!

[spiderfunkz]

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where the avengers team thought it was a good idea to spend the holidays in your cabin by the woods. where they know you and nat won't get along well, but hey, it's not an avengers holiday without a bit of drama.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where she secretly gets jealous when steve holds you by the waist to help you balance while you put the star on top of the tree. where she'll 'accidentally' spill hot chocolate on your shirt so you can borrow one of hers, because apparently 'hers fit you the best'.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where you find her up late at night drinking half of your bottle of wine. where she'll complain that she couldn't sleep because it was 'too cold'. where you'll eventually join her to the point you're both drunk and laughing, where you actually start to get along for once.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where all of that wine makes natasha drunkenly confess to you. and since you have been drinking the wine too you didn't process it correctly. but as everyone says, drunk words are just sober thoughts. thoughts that both you and nat have been hiding.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where nat wakes up in your bed with you sleeping beside her, her head dizzy from last nights wine. she must've complained too much about her room being too cold to the point you suggest sleeping in your bed together.

where you wake up with nat staring at you confused, rubbing her head. "what are you doing in my bed?" you groan, rubbing your eyes as you try to remember what led to this. "you snore loudly." she replies, causing you to roll your eyes. "get out of my bed. you have your own room here." you stare, natasha smirks teasingly before getting out of your bed.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where a small saying leads into a heated argument. too heated the point nat pins you near one of the door frames that leads to a hallway. where you'll send her a flirty remark before looking up to see she's under a mistletoe you strategically hung.

enemies to lovers with natasha . . . where she'll look up to see the mistletoe, one of her hands still pinning you against the door frame. "are you scared of a little fake plant?" you'll challenge her, "no." the tension between you and her growing. "well then do it." you smirk, "do what?" — "kiss me." and so she did, which left you speechless and blushing.

"do you want me to do that again? this mistletoe isn't going anywhere."

requested by @patriphagy ! (my reqs for nat r open btw)

[arlana-likes-to-write]

I really liked your sister!reader series with Natasha 🙂👍

If you are taking requests , csn I request f!reader(batman) X Natasha , where Natasha is the one pinning after reader who is distant (Bruce Wayne vibes, not as extroverted as Tony). Natasha and reader are exes, she comes to reader for help maybe with Yelena after the Red room was destroyed maybe ? Feel free to ignore /delete if it's bad .

North Star

Warnings: mention of death (reader's parents), torture, kidnapping, angst with a happy ending, post Black Widow movie but before Infinity War, injuries, blood, reader is enhanced

Word Count: 6.6K

Note: I would like to Apologize for how long this took me to fulfil. This one shot has been almost done for MONTHS. Ugh. Hope you enjoy!

You were surprised she still had it. You gave it to her to use whenever she needed help. It was insurance to know that she would always be safe. However, it had been a long time since it had gone off. You last heard from her a year ago when she disappeared. You were sitting at your desk when you felt your drawer buzz. A part of you thought about ignoring it. To show her the same level of care she gave you, but you made a promise and weren’t one to break them. Whenever she would call, you would answer. Opening up the drawer, you pulled out a pager. It may have said a lot that she kept it. The same could be said about you. You looked at the location. She was close by. There was something about her that always seemed to call you in, a spell that called you to her web.

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“Sitting in the dark isn’t how to greet a friend.” You heard the smirk in her voice.

“I wouldn’t call us that,” you turned on the lamp next to the couch. The small apartment illuminated, and you stared at your ex. Natasha Romanoff. Avenger. Black Widow. She was no longer a redhead but a blonde cut into a bob. You crossed one leg over the other and held out the pager. “I’m surprised you still have it,”

“I never got rid of it,” you noticed the necklace around her neck and the charm you gave her- a star. It was Polaris, the North Star. You gave it to her on your first anniversary.

“What do you want?” you asked, ignoring her statement. She pointed to the empty spot next to you. You nodded, and she sat down, playing with the necklace.

“I need your help.” That wasn’t a surprise.

“Why don’t you ask the Avengers for help?” You asked. She glared at you. You knew why she couldn’t ask for their help; it was all over the news. The Avengers were disbanded after a very public fight in Germany. But you wanted her to say it.

“I can’t go to them. You are the only one I can turn to for help.” You leaned back on the couch. She placed her hand on your thigh. You grabbed her by her wrist and took her hand off of you. You hated the way your body warmed up a simple touch. She lost the privilege to touch you like that, to see you at your most vulnerable.

“Tell me what you need.”

“My sister hasn’t checked in for 12 hours, and I don’t have the right resources to find her myself.” She explained. You frowned. Once upon a time, she told you about a sister she had in Ohio.

“Is this about what I saw on the news?” You asked. You saw a report that Natasha evaded capture from Ross. The field she escaped from looked like a battlefield. She smirked.

“Are you keeping tabs on me?”

“No,” you deadpanned. “It’s part of my job to keep tabs on the news.” You sighed. “Where was the last time you heard from her?”

“She checked in at her safe house in Belize.” Good. You had a home there. Your parents would visit the country several times yearly to conduct business. It made sense for them to buy a house. You hadn’t been there since their death.

“We should head over there now,” you said, standing up. “The longer we wait, the harder it will be to find her.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” You didn’t respond, so you walked out of the apartment. You knew she was following her without looking behind her.

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You were leaning against the table, looking over the information on the Widow Yelena was tracking. The jet was on autopilot, so worrying about that was unnecessary. The quietness was interrupted by her footsteps walking over to you. She stood shoulder to shoulder next to you, and her arm barely touched you. “This brings me back to when I’d find you hunched over your work table.” She placed her hand on your lower back. You shrugged it off. You walked over to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot seat. Once the jet was out of autopilot, you took control. You need to get your mind on something instead of the Russian.

2011

You were invited to a Stark party. Parties weren’t your scene, but as a part of New York Cities elites, there would be talk if you were absent. The one thing you hated more than parties was gossip. So you stood at the bar sipping on a jack and coke. “Starfire!” You suppressed a sigh at the nickname from the billionaire. Tony Stark walked over to you with a redhead by his side.

“Stark,” you said, offering your hand to the man, but you were pulled into a hug. You patted his back. “How much have you had to drink?” You asked.

“Not nearly enough,” he ended the hug. “This one is keeping me in line.” He waved down the bartender. “This is my new assistant, Natalie Rushman.” Tony’s attention was on the bartender. She was stunning. Her red hair was curled at the end, and she wore a black cocktail dress.

“Y/n Ortega,” you introduced yourself. “Owner of Titanis Production.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” she said. It’s my job to know all of Mr. Stark’s associates.” She held out her hand for you to shake, but you took it and kissed it instead.

“Well, I hope Stark doesn’t tell you all my secrets.” She smiled.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Tony said, sipping his drink. “Your secrets are safe with me. Now excuse me, I have to make my rounds.”

“I’ll see you around Stark,” the billionaire walked away, but Natalia lingered next to you.

“I hope to see you again,” she smirked. You took a sip of your drink.

“I have a feeling you’ll know where to find me,” you had a strange feeling about her. She smiled and followed Tony. You watched for a beat before placing your glasses on. “AUROA, who is that?” You asked your AI system.

It took a moment for AUROA to find anything. Natalie Rushman modeled in 2004 and worked in Japan, Italy, and the United States in the early 2000s . She received her BA and MA in history from the University of Southern Carolina. The cherry on top was that she interned at Hammer Industries while studying at Harvard University. Everything felt perfect.

“AUROA, keep digging,” you sipped on your drink.

“I would have to hack into SHIELD,” the AI said. SHIELD? Why was the American governmental counter-terrorism agency interested in Stark? Besides the whole Iron Man thing.

“Do it,” you gave the order. As you waited and sipped on your drink, your eyes followed Tony and Natalia around the party.

“It appears that Natalia Rushman goes by many names,” you looked away from the duo as AUROA continued to explain. “Currently, she is going by Natasha Romanoff, and she is a Black Widow.”

“How dangerous?” You asked. It took a moment for the AI to respond.

“According to SHIELD, she is the most decorated assassin of the modern era. “You couldn’t help but look towards Natalia, and the SHIELD agent was already looking at you.

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Even at your status, you found parties boring. Sighing, you walked out to the balcony and felt a pressure release from your chest. Being underneath the stars always seemed to calm you down. You felt less trapped under the vast and never-ending sky. “Tired of the party already?” Natalie -no- Natasha said, walking over to you.

“Shouldn’t you be babysitting Tony?” You countered. The woman chuckled.

“It’s Pepper’s turn,” you hummed. That woman had more patience than God himself. “So, Y/n,” you liked the way your name fell from her lips, but you kept your face expressionless. “What secrets is Tony keeping for you?” She asked.

“I bet you know all of them,” you said, stepping forward and closing the space between you two. “Natasha,” you whispered her name as if it were a secret for you, her, and the stars above. She had an incredible poker face, but you weren’t surprised.

“I’m impressed, but for the Polaris, I expect no less.” You went by Polaris when you weren’t the CEO of your family’s company and tried to keep the city you lived in safe. You took a sip of your drink.

“What do you want with Stark?” You asked.

“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that,” she smiled. “I do hope you enjoy your night,” she said. She walked back into the party, but you grabbed her arm and pulled her back to you. Her chest was flushed to yours, and you could feel her heart beating.

“Tony Stark is family,” you told her. “So if he’s in trouble. I’d like to know.”

“Why don’t you find out yourself? Use that big brain of yours.” You smiled, releasing your hold on her arm, but she stayed close. Her green eyes stared up at you.

“I’d like to hear it from you. Over a drink, maybe, not at this party,” A soft smile spread across Natasha’s face.

“Yeah?” She questioned. You gave her a short nod. “Let’s get out of here then.”

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Natasha picked the lock of Yelena’s safe room. She opened the door and stepped to the side so you could walk in. It was a simple studio apartment with a basic kitchen and a bed. The place was well kept, except for the bottle of vodka left on the counter. You walked over to the small closet and opened it. Her clothes were hung up, and a duffle bag rested on the top shelf. Inside the bag were some extra magazines and a file she was tracking down on the Widow. “Look at this,” Natasha said, walking over to you. “She thought she was being followed.” You took the pad of paper from her. Yelena was keeping track of the Widow’s movement.

“Why didn’t she tell you or Melina about this?” You asked. She did not describe who she thought was following her; she only thought they were men.

“She probably thought she could handle it. She’s stubborn.” You hummed, nodding your head.

“Sounds like another Black Widow, I know,” you said. You handed her the notepad back and walked over to the window. You moved the blinds and saw a small fruit shop. “There’s nothing here that will help us,” you told the Russian. “But I have an idea.”

Putting on a smile, you walked through the fruit containers toward a woman behind a counter. “Hola,” the woman greeted you. “How can I help you?” Her English was laced with a heavy accent, but it was oddly confronting. It reminded you of babysitters and cleaners that your parents hired.

“Hello, ma’am, I was wondering if you could help us,” she looked hesitant between you and Natasha. “My wife and I were supposed to meet her sister, but she hasn’t shown up. Have you seen her? She’s blonde, shorter than me, and has a Russian accent.”

“Are you the police?” She asked. You shook your head.

“No, ma’am. My name is Y/n Ortega. " The relief that washed across the woman’s face wasn’t lost on you when she recognized your last name. There was a part of you that hated using your last name and the influence you knew you had, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The shopkeeper grabbed your hand and kissed your family ring. You glanced at Natasha, who just shrugged.

“Oh, Sra. Ortega, we were so sad to hear of your parent’s passing. We prayed for your family every night.” She dropped your hand.

“Thank you,” you told her. “I appreciate it.” And it was the truth, but the mention of your parent’s death always struck a deep emotion within you. They were killed right in front of you. You felt Natasha loop her arm through yours, and you fought your body’s natural reaction to lean against her.

“So, have you seen my sister?” she asked, her voice having a slight Russian accent. She was a great actress. The woman looked around to ensure no one else was around.

“The last time I saw your sister was two days ago. I told her that some men were following her and asking about her.” She whispered, afraid someone would hear her.

“These men? Do you know who they are?” She looked terrified. “Señora, I can protect you, but if you know anything to help us, please tell us.”

“We call them Ascendencia, the real people that run this town,” it was the group that the Widow Yelena was trying to help work for.

“Thank you. You have been a big help,” Natasha said. You pulled out your wallet and handed her money, but she closed your hand around the cash.

“Keep it,” she said. “Your presence is priceless. The estrella de belén (Bethlehem star) is back.”

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Even though your company thought you were on vacation, you had some work to do. You planned to hit the Ascendancy at night. The night was when your powers were best utilized. While Natasha was showering, you were working on your laptop. Well, you were trying, but what the shop owner said was racing through your mind. The Star of Bethlehem was a phenomenon that scholars could never prove existed. Perhaps it was a supernova, a comet, a solar flare, or even an alignment of planets. Or it may never have existed after all. The truth was science may never know. From a religious standpoint, the star in the Bible and Christian tradition was said to have led the Magi to the birthplace of Jesus Christ. By this woman calling you the Star of Bethlehem, she saw you as the next savior. Why were you the savior? “You know,” Natasha said. You looked up from your laptop and stared at the Russian, only wearing a bathrobe. “I liked it when you called me your wife.” She walked over to the bar and poured a glass of wine. She took a sip and walked over to you. Your eyes never left her as she took the laptop from your hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked and grabbed her wrist.

“Getting you to relax,” she put the glass of wine in your hand. “You’ve been on edge since we left that woman’s fruit stand.” She chose to sit right next to you. Her legs were touching yours. “Are you okay? I know your parents are a touchy subject.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, pushing the glass of wine in her hands.

“Like you care about me,” you said. You picked up your laptop and headed to your room.

“I never stopped caring about you,” you stopped. “Or loving you, for that matter.” Slowly, you turned around to face her.

“Then why did you disappear?” You asked her. “Why did you throw a five-year relationship down the drain?”

“For you. To keep you safe,” you stared at her, disbelief evident on your face. I signed the Accords,” you knew this. You followed it very closely. “Tony signed the Accords. If Ross found out who you are, he would have thrown you in the RAFT.” She ran to protect you. You shook your head.

“I would have signed the Accords,” you honestly said.

“No, the Polaris is too much of who you are. I wasn’t going to let them take that away from you.”

“Stop,” you hissed. “Stop making decisions that affect me without talking to me.” You let out a shaky breath. “I would have left it all behind for you because I loved you,” her face fell as you said ‘loved.’ “But you made a decision that wasn’t yours to make.” She stood up, leaving the wine glass on the table, and closed the distance between you and her.

“What can I do to fix this?” You looked at Natasha and stared into her green eyes. So many nights, you’ve gotten lost in the green of her eyes. There was a part of you, deep within you, that wanted to embrace her, look past everything, and open your heart back up to her. But the rational part of your mind overpowered the hopeless romantic. You remembered the countless nights you stayed up late over a bottle of whiskey, the times you were the Polaris and thought fuck it and let whoever you were fighting to kill you. Anything would have been better than the pain of her leaving.

“I don’t know, Natasha,” you sighed. “Let’s focus on saving Yelena.”

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“How many do you see?” You asked her. You were on the rooftop a few buildings from the prison where Yelena was being held. It was in an abandoned town, so it was a perfect spot for a group that wanted to remain under the radar. Unfortunately, many villages were abandoned due to drug cartels or natural disasters. Natasha put down the binoculars.

“Multiple guards with assault rifles. There are snipers on the towers,” she sighed. “Whatever is going on in there, they want to protect it. Any ideas on how to get it?” You smiled and rubbed your hands together.

“A few exactly,” you felt her gaze on you. “Stop looking at me like that.” The Black Widow shrugged.

“You look good in your suit,” you could say the same thing about her. She added new additions since the last time you saw her. A vest was on the top, and the Black Widow symbol on her belt was gone. Your suit was the same. Your face was covered to hide your identity, and your suit was black but with white specs that mapped out constellations. One constellation, Orion, was across your chest. The other was Scorpius down your back. The final constellation was Scutum, which was up and down your arms. They all meant protection.

Glancing up at the sky, it was clear. Not a single cloud in the sky. It was the perfect night to use your powers. “Oh great, Cassiopeia, lend me your powers,” you placed your hands on the roof’s ledge. “Show me the way to what I seek.” Your hands glowed orange, and a trail raced toward the prison. Each guard it passed, it outlined them. The light provided a path to follow, stopping at a cell. The orange glow highlighted a girl.

“That must be Yelena,” Natasha pointed to where the glow stopped. “We have to get to her,” you grabbed her arm to prevent her from getting up. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” you said to her. “You may be good, but there is no way you can sneak past all those guards and get Yelena out.” Besides, Cassiopeia showed you Yelena’s location, not her condition. Keeping your hand on her arm, you let out a shaky breath. “Great Gamma Draconis,” you said. “Lend me your power and bestow us your gift.” She looked at you, confused because nothing happened, unlike when she saw your powers up close. “We are invisible to everyone else, and if we stop touching each other, then we become invisible to each other.” You went to remove your hand to show her, but she grabbed it and interlocked her fingers with yours.

You couldn’t help but look at your connected hands. It felt so good to feel her skin against yours. Her hands were smooth besides the callous on her fingers from shooting. After all this time, her touch could still ground you, and you weren’t lost in the astral plane. “Come on,” you said. “Let’s go save your sister.” The sooner this mission was over, than you would never have to see her again.

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Your powers made it easy to sneak towards the prison and break inside. The only problem was that you struggled to focus on how close Natasha was to you. Suddenly, she stopped and pushed you against the wall. She put her finger to her lips and pointed. You followed to where she was pointing and saw two men. They were speaking in Spanish, and you quickly translated the conversation in your head.

‘That blonde bitch is getting on my nerves,’ one said.

‘The boss wants her alive,’ the other added. ‘We just have to be patient, and then we will be rewarded.’ They walked away. It was a good thing they needed her alive, but the question was why. You leaned closer to Natasha’s ear.

“We need to hurry,” you whispered, ignoring the way her body shivered and she leaned towards you. You pushed her away slightly and continued to follow the path. A plan was swirling in your head: get Yelena out, care for her wounds, and stop this group.

To your surprise, there was no guard at the cell. Natasha picked the lock and dragged you inside, but the room was empty, and the door slammed shut behind you. Natasha dropped your hand, and she was visible. “Where is she?” She asked. You ran to the door and placed your hand on the handle. It was luck.

“Aquila,” you said. “Eagle that carried Zeus’ thunderbolt free us.” Nothing happened. Instead, vents opened on the ceiling, and gas began to fill the room. Natasha fell to her knees, coughing as the mysterious gas filled her lungs. You ran over to the Black Widow. Your suit glowed as the stars protected you from the gas.

“Nat,” she slumped against you as her eyes closed. Her breathing was labored, but she had a pulse. The door opened behind you. You turned to face whoever entered, but a bat to the side of your head brought you down. Your arms wrapped around Natasha, one last desperate act to protect her.

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You woke up to the metallic taste in your mouth. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the low light, but you saw Natasha chained up next to her sister. They were awake, but it was hard to assess her injuries. You moved your arms and saw that you were chained to the ground in a kneeling position. The rattle of your chains got Natasha’s attention. “You’re up,” her voice sounded distorted. It was like someone stuffed your ears with cotton. You shook your head to rid the feeling, but it made it worse. “Hey,” you looked at the Russian. “Focus on my voice. You have a gash on the side of your head.” That explained the blood. “Can you heal it?” That was simple. You could heal it. You let out a shaky breath.

“Great Rod of Asclepius, I call upon your power to heal me and those around me.” But the typical warmth didn’t come. Instead, your body burned. You hissed in pain as a blue glow burned bright in the room. Above the door were symbols on the wall that you weren’t sure what they were. They were everywhere.

“They were here when they put me in here,” Yelena said. Why? They knew you were coming if they graved these symbols to suppress your abilities. “I’m guessing you are the one my sister wouldn’t shut up about.”

“Yelena!” Natasha hissed.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you finally, Yelena. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The shock on her face was evident. On any other day, you would question the look of shock on her face, but you needed to figure out how to get out of here. You tugged at the metal chains, but they wouldn’t move. There was a way out, but it was dangerous for you and those around you.

The doors opened, and a man and woman entered. Two guards were stationed by the door. The woman walked over to Natasha and Yelena, grabbing them by their chins. “Don’t touch them,” you warned.

“I don’t think you are in any position to make demands, Polaris,” the man said and approached you. His fingers graze the cut on your head. Your blood covered his fingers. “Why aren’t you healing? Are you having some trouble?” He smirked. You wanted to wipe it off his stupid face.

“What do you want?” Natasha asked. The man ignored Natasha and continued to stare at you. You tried to hold his stare, but it sent a shiver down your spine. Finally, you looked away.

“You look like your mother,” he knelt before you. “It’s a pity she was taking from you so young. She was special.”

“What do you want?” you finally asked. It seemed impossible, but his smile got bigger and wider.

“We did all of this for you,” he stood up. “Aren’t you enjoying it?” His counterpart took his spot in front of you. Her fingernails dug into your cheek.

“Smile, darling,” she said. Frowning causes wrinkles, and we want your face to be nice and beautiful. " She kissed your cheek. We won’t hurt you unless you start being difficult.” You saw Natasha’s eyes turn stormy. Your ex was always possessive. It looked like some things stayed the same.

“How about we cut the shit and steamroll this process?” Natasha deadpanned. “You give us your villain speech, we escape and stop you, and I can stop by the beach and enjoy a margarita before my flight home,” you almost laughed at the stunned look on the couple’s face. Natasha always had a flare for the dramatics, but the man snapped his fingers. It happened instantly, the pain that radiated through your body was unlike anything you’ve experienced. You groaned but tried to keep your noises at bay. You refused to give them that satisfaction, but you saw the concern and worry in Natasha’s eyes. Her face remained stoic. The man snapped again, and the pain stopped.

“She’s perfect!” the woman cheered and kissed the man’s cheek.

“I told you she would be, sweetheart,” he grabbed her chin and brought their lips together.

“Gross,” you heard Yelena mumble. After a few deep breaths, your body wasn’t on fire anymore.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “Who are you people?”

“It’s no surprise your parents never told you about us. My name is Victor Reyes,” he grabbed the woman’s hand. “And this is my beautiful wife, Anna.” Even though pain fogged up your mind, you knew it was terrible that they gave you their full name. It was a sign that you weren’t getting out of here alive. “Your parents ruined us, and now you will help us rebuild.”

“What did they do?” You questioned. “They were business people, not fighters,” your parents wouldn’t fight a terrorist group unless they were disrupting the business. Anna laughed.

“Poor baby, mommy and daddy lied to you,” she said. “Do you think it was a coincidence you got those powers the night your parents were killed? You weren’t the first vigilante in the family.” You frowned. They couldn’t have had these powers. Every night, you were left alone with O'Conner, your family butler; they covered that they were stuck at work.

“What do you want from her?” Yelena asked. Victor turned to face the blonde.

“Her life force,” he said. It was said so causally that you almost missed it. “Her gift can power weapons, buildings, and people. Our leader tried to jump-start this project, but her parents killed him.”

Killed someone? Your parents weren’t killers. They were involved in the family business, and you or they had no time to dirty their hands. Natasha saw the sea of emotions pass through you. “So that is your plan?” Natasha questioned. “Use her powers to take over the world,” she rolled her eyes. “We’ve seen this before. It’s not an original idea.” Victor knelt in front of Natasha.

“You don’t understand the magnitude of your lover’s powers, do you?” Your stomach turned. Victor twisted her blonde locks around his fingers. “The stars are so important to our world.”

“Stars are the primary source of elements that make up the universe: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen,” Anna moved next to you and placed her hand on your head. Her nails dug into your scalp. “Astronomers believe stars to be the cosmic engines that create galaxies.”

“Exactly, my love,” Victor smiled over his shoulder. “You see now, Mrs. Romanoff, we won’t just take over this world but every galaxy that the stars touch,” he stood up. “We have people stationed all over, ready for our word. We will rebuild this galaxy into something beautiful. " Their voices became white noise as they continued to taunt Yelena and Natasha. Finally, they left you three alone.

“Well, this is great,” Yelena mumbled, slumping back against the wall. If they were to harness your powers, they could bring down galaxies, create new ones, and be the ultimate ruler. This was bad.

“Hey,” you looked at Natasha. “What’s going through your head?”

“I need to get you two out of here,” you said. There was a small window, and you could see the stars and feel the power that they gave you.

“How do you plan to do that?” The younger Black Widow questioned. “Those symbols stop your powers.” You nodded, licking your lips. You could do this.

“Oh, great, Asclepius and Aquila, I call on you to allow me to use your gifts, release them from their bonds, and heal their wounds.” You bite down on your lip to stop the whimper of pain that threatened to escape. Black dots covered your vision, and everything was burning. You swore your blood was on fire.

The only thing keeping you upright were the chains attached to the ground—until your forehead came in contact with the fabric of Natasha’s suit. You heard the sisters talking, but their words were muffled like you were in an episode of Charlie Brown when the adults were talking. “Hey,” the older Black Widow turned her attention to you. “You have to leave me.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Maybe, but you were a liability. You were in no shape to transverse this compound to leave. You pulled away from Natasha and spit blood onto the floor. “They want you. We need to get you out of here.”

“You need to get out of here and warn the team. If” a violent cough ripped through your body and you tasted more blood in your mouth. Shit. That was not good. You ignored the worried look the sisters shared. “If they are as big as they are claiming, you need the Avengers to stop them. I,” your vision began to blur. “I can stop them here.” What if Victor and Anna weren’t the real leaders behind this? Even if they couldn’t harness your ability, they were still a threat to the balance of this world.

“Sweetheart,” Natasha whispered. You managed a smile at the pet name and focused on her eyes. You loved them so much. You noticed her face would be emotionless with the years together, but her eyes gave so much away.

“Moya zvezda (my star),” Natasha tried to teach you Russian, but you only learned a few words. Star was one of them. “My North Star, it’s going to be okay.” You weren’t sure if you could keep that promise. “You’ll get the team back together and save the world like always.”

“Please, there has to be another way,” you glanced at Yelena. A silent plea to get her sister out of here. She nodded.

“I never stopped loving you, Natasha,” you admitted. “No matter how much you leaving hurt.”

“Sestra,” Yelena nudged Natasha’s shoulder. “We should go. We do not know when they will be back.” You smiled and nodded your head. Natasha sighed and hugged you tight. Her lips grazed your forehead, and you leaned into her touch.

“If this is the last time we see each other. I’m going to be fucking pissed.” You couldn’t help but chuckle and watch Yelena drag Natasha to the door. She looked over her shoulder one last time and left.

You hung your head and let out a shaky breath. Each breath sent a sharp pain through your sides. Until today, you never understood why you were gifted these powers, but you knew you wanted to protect people. They were gifted to you on the night your parents were killed. When O'Conner took you home from the hospital, you fell into a deep sleep and had a very high fever. He had to bring you right back to the hospital.

Everyone chalked it up to stress. You witnessed a traumatic event, and that was how your body reacted to it. Only you, O'Conner and the Starks knew the truth of what you became. You could call on the power of the stars and harness their powers. It took a lot of trial and error to figure out which star provided what power.

But you made a promise to those around you that you would never call on the power of the sun. The power was too unpredictable, and the damage to your body was unclear. It was a promise you had to break. You spit out the blood that was pooling in your mouth. “Please,” you whispered. “Please. After everything I’ve given and suffered with this gift, help me.” Another cough ripped through you as the symbols glowed a light blue.

“Helios,” you kept your voice strong and steady. “I call upon you to bestow me with your powers.” Your body began to burn as the symbols tried to stop your powers. “Helios, please use me to embody your powers and stop those threatening peace.”

The symbols grew brighter, but the burning stopped, and soon, you were filled with warmth. It was like a warm embrace from an old friend or a hug from your mother. Your wounds healed, and the chains that imprisoned you fell to the ground. With newfound strength, you stood up, walked to the middle of the room, and knelt down. The palm of your hand was pressed against the concert floor.

“Helios,” you saw your body glow yellow like the sun. “Destroy.” The glow traveled across the room. As the glow moved throughout the compound, you saw everything Helios encountered. The members of Ascendencia were in a panic; some ran for the exit. “Capture,” Helios grabbed those that ran and cemented them to the ground. You saw Victor order those around him to stop you, but it was too late. The most important thing was that Helios did not see Natasha and Yelena; they must have made it out.

“Boom,” you mumbled. You felt the explosion first. The heat and power of Helios sent you flying into the wall. With you still connected to the sun, you heard and felt all the lives that were taken. The pain was unbearable, and you fell into the darkness, welcomed by a call from your mother.

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There was a pressure on your chest when you came too. You opened your eyes and blinked a few times from the harsh light. On your chest was blonde hair cut into a bob, and she was resting on your chest. “Natasha,” you mumbled. She sat up quickly, eyes wide when she heard your voice. There were bags under her eyes, and her cheeks were blotchy. Carefully, you cupped her cheek and moved her thumb across her skin. “Am I dead?” Your ex laughed, shaking your head. You watched tears form in her eyes.

“No,” she whispered. “You almost were. It was touch and go for so long I wasn’t sure if you would make it,” you pushed a few tears that fell away. “Tony is pissed.” You chuckled.

“At me or you?”

“Both,” it was her turn to smile, but it was shaky. You moved your hand to her neck and pulled her closer to you. She protested, mumbling about not wanting to hurt you. You hushed her and moved over so she could lie down next to you. Her face was buried in the space between your neck and shoulder. Her breath fawned against your neck. Natasha’s voice was soft as she explained everything.

According to Natasha, she and Yelena got out just in time before the building exploded. Yelena couldn’t stop her sister from returning to find you. While Natasha searched for you, Yelena called the woman from the fruit stand - Gloria. When the older Black Widow found you, a white glow surrounded you. You were alive but barely.

They were able to move you to Gloria’s home, where you stayed until you were stable enough to move back to the Avengers’ compound in Upstate New York. That was three weeks ago. While you were healing, Natasha brought the Avengers together and started the process of taking down the Ascendencia. It was slow work, but it was going well.

You knew she could do it. There was something about Natasha that drew people in. “Everyone knows,” she said and sat up so she could see your face. “Tony tried to stop it, but everyone knows you are the Polaris.” Somehow, you knew this day would come, and you were okay with the world knowing. It was a surprise your secret lasted this long.

“Okay,” you said. “That’s fine. I’ll have to do a press conference,” she gave you a pointed look. “It’s the truth. I’m okay with everyone knowing.” She nodded and hesitated to lay back down, but when you didn’t stop her. You ran your fingers through her blonde hair and watched the Black Widow melt against you. “I like the blonde,” you said. “But I do miss the red.” Natasha rested her chin on your chest and looked up at you.

“Tell me, you meant what you said before we left that room,” she said. “Do you love me?” You sighed.

“I tried to stop,” you said. “Drowned my feelings with booze, being the Polaris, and women that I didn’t care about,” her hand went to the side of your neck, a protective grip on it. “Nothing worked. Ever since that party, you’ve trapped me inside your web.” The Black Widow rolled her eyes at your spider pun.

“I’m sorry,” you knew it was hard for her to apologize. “You were right. I made a decision that wasn’t mine to make.”

“Tasha, I wasn’t living until I met you,” you whispered. “You gave me a reason to live.” It seemed natural as you both gravitated towards each other until your lips touched. Sighing into the kiss, you twisted your hand in her hair. No matter how many years together, kissing Natasha made your stomach flip. It was your favorite thing.

“Oh my fucking eyes,” you and Natasha jumped apart at the sound of Yelena’s voice. “I’m glad you are awake, but I did not need to see your tongue down my sister’s throat.”

“Suka,” Natasha mumbled and climbed out of the bed to sit back in the chair. You chuckled and took her hand in yours, not wanting to be away from her completely. When your parents were killed, you thought your life was over. Then you became the Polaris, and there was a reason for you to get out of bed each day. But being a vigilante lost its meaning. All of your hope was lost until you met Natasha. She was your missing peace, your true north, your reason to exist in this vast galaxy.

[blackkwidowed]

Eating Nat out with her thighs trembling and locked around your head, her back arched impossibly high of the bed and her head thrown back with those pouty lips parted in a silent scream?? Her hand teaching down to weakly push your face away from in between her thighs as her chest heaves?? A NEED

right, back to it. got some lovely little requests while i've been absent. can't wait to be back man oh my GOD. 18+ as usual, baby

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i think out of everything you and nat have tried, experimented with, out of everything, your favourite is still, just simply, eating her out.

thighs around your head, one clamped in each hand as your tongue works her. you enjoy yourself between her legs, it makes you feral- her taste, the noises she makes, the eye contact when you look up at her. the dark glint in your eyes makes her grip your hair, prompting a soft grind against your face as you tighten the grip on her thighs with your hands. maybe even digging your fingers in a little to leave a light mark.

it might just be nat's favourite too. your mouth is hot, wet, smooth and familiar against her. you know what makes her tick, and she knows it. you know her better than anyone.

you'll get a rhythm going with your tongue across her clit, dancing just the way she likes it. her soft sighs drive you insane, they make you not want to stop. so you don't. you want her to feel good, of course you do, especially when she rags your hair a bit harder, a gentle "please" falling from her lips when you press your tongue flat against her clit, a firmer touch to make her hips buck into your face. you'll go back to what she likes after that, finding that rhythm again

how could you not as you watch her back arch, the grip in your hair unforgiving and her watchful eye following your every move

it's when you let go of one thigh, taking your dominant hand, and tracing it across the inside of her leg instead. reaching the apex of her thigh, you'll tease along the smooth, silky skin until you find her- soaked

she'll buck her hips again, pleading for you to slip inside her. she wants to feel full, and your fingers do such a good job and especially when you hit that perfect spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back in her head, her hips buck and, potentially your favourite reaction, the low grown she'll release the first time you find it. and she knows what's coming next.

[naturesapphic]

I need her to bend me over her lap

[dontsearchformyaccount]

Nat: you want a peanut butter sandwich ?

Y/n: i can't, i am allergic:/

*later that day *

Y/n: in fact ,i am not allergic to peanuts, but i would rather die ,than telling Natasha that peanuts taste like dirth. I do love watching her eat .She looks adorable.

[fandomnerd9602]

Priceless

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and the infamous Black Widow were together before she joined the Avengers and you’d be together long after.

She was your best friend and partner. Now you count yourself blessed to call her your wife. She loves holding her superiority over your head, joking that she’s the one that wears the pants in this relationship. She does.

You and Natasha loved each other so fiercely, you tied the knot in the middle of an undercover op. Literally the two of you fought some goons, went into a church close by, got married, and then went right back to fighting bad guys.

The one thing you and Natasha always wanted was the one thing you seemed to never be able to have. Natasha was so amazing with Clint’s kids. And she wanted one so badly.

Well your miracle came not long after. You and Natasha were investigating a leaf in regards to the Red Room. You found a nursery instead. Each of the babies there has the names of different Black Widows attached to their cribs.

Natasha looked around in shock. The Red Room had cloned each and every black widow.

One crib and name caught your eye. In the crib lay a little one month old baby girl, with little tufts of red hair, already beginning to sprout on her little head. The identification tag on the crib read - Natasha Romanoff.

“Natasha,” you whispered, “honey?”

Natasha walked up cautiously to the crib as the two of you just gazed at the infant clone laying alone, asleep in that crib.

Natasha’s heart just went out to that little baby. She turned and locked eyes with you. You both knew exactly what to do.

Natasha reached in and gently picked up that little baby, tenderly cradling her neck and back. The little girl cooed and woke up, batting her green eyes which matched Natasha’s perfectly.

Natasha was practically in tears and so were you. “Hi baby,” Natasha smiled, “I-I’m your momma”

“And we’re never letting you go,” you whispered to the baby. “What do you want to name her?”

“Natalie” Natasha smiles at you. It was perfect. The perfect name for a priceless baby girl.

The two of you made sure that every baby found a good home, a place far away from the Red Room. But little Natalie, she was already there: in the arms of you and Natasha.